This is my fourth story. It's another dark one. Read, review, and enjoy. Please read my other stories Battle Field, Proverbs and Quotations, and Special.
I own nothing. The song and the characters are not mine. Hallelujah was written by Leonard Cohen.
"I heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music do you?" Ron lay on his bed, clashing horribly with the decorations. The music came from a muggle CD player that Hermione had gotten him for his birthday. The collection of CD's came from Harry for the same occasion. Ron had like all the songs Harry had picked, but this one was his favorite. He didn't know who had written it, but who ever it was, was good. "Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall the major lift, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah" Ron sighed, he was exhausted. He suspected it was because of Him. This war just sucked the energy out of them, leaving them haggard and irritated, snapping at everything. That was why Ron was up here, he had had enough. He had gotten tired of the whole bloody Order, with Snape sitting there sneering at him, and many of them making subtle hints that he was to young, and his mother not even bothering to be subtle with her own hints. And when he had walked out, no one called him back, no one even apologized. "Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on roof, her beauty and the moonlight over through you" Oh well, he couldn't really blame them. Maybe he was too young. No, no that was so effing wrong. He had faced Voldemort too! He had almost died in that place, but he didn't, he had helped Harry win! That was more that some of the order did. "She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne and cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah" He was a Gryffindor! He wasn't going to let anyone tell him what to do. Ron squared his shoulders, Gryffindor impulsiveness and his own infamous temper coming into play. "Baby I've been here before, I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you. I've seen your flag on the marble arch and love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah! Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah" In his haste to show the order that he was a fighter too, he never heard the whispered spell, nor his own cutoff yelp. Ron straightened slowly, now merely a pawn in the Dark's battle. He was trapped now in his own mind. He didn't register the mocking laugh or the crack of the apparating wizard. "Well maybe there's a God above, but all I've ever learned from love, was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. It's not a cry that you here at night, it's not someone whose seen the light, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah" He only registered the order to go down the stairs and "Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
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