Murder on the Hogwarts Express

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.


"Hey Harry, are you alright?" asked Hermione Granger, clearly concerned about her friend's behaviour. They were on the Hogwarts Express, driving to start their sixth year at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The compartment they were sitting in was nearly full, containing Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna.

"I've been worse…" replied Harry in a hushed voice. He was sweating visibly and breathing seemed to be hard for him. His friends became quite accustomed to that kind of behaviour but it still concerned tchem.

"Harry, mate, should we call someone? You really don't look too well," said Ron, and got up from his sit, seemingly to contact a professor or a prefect.

"Go, Ron, Harry seems to be really sick, and don't even try to convince me otherwise," added Hermione as she saw Harry was trying to protest. With Ronald gone for a few minutes, they started their plan.

Meanwhile, Ron arrived at the prefect's compartment. He opened the door and looked inside. There were five prefects present, at least one from all of the Houses.

"Hey Ronald, what's up?" asked one of the prefects, a seventh-year from Ravenclaw.

"Hey guys, Harry is looking really sick, would it be possible to contact one of the professors or something?" asked Ron, but the prefects didn't look like they could offer much help. They looked around themselves and shook their heads.

"Sorry Ronald, we can't really contact any of the professors, and none are actually inside the train this year," one of the prefects explained as Ron sighed and walked out of the compartment, forgetting to close the doors.

As Ronald came back after merely five minutes, he opened the sliding doors to his compartment. However, he instantly could feel that something was terribly wrong. All of his friends seemingly disappeared and instead of them, Ron saw five figures, standing in a semi-circle and pointing their wands at his heart. They were all wearing dark robes, fully covering their bodies and faces. Ron was so startled that he didn't even remember to get a hold on his wand. Instead he stood there, completely flabbergasted and frozen. The figures all started to say something at once, and Ronald saw a green light forming at the tips of their wands. The last words that he ever heard were the words feared by all of the wizarding kind.

"Avada Kedavra!" the figures screamed, and Ron fell down, dead.

After that, only a manic laughter could be heard in the compartment. The figures removed their robes, revealing themselves as none other than Ronald's best friends. They laughed for a while, then seemed to compose themselves and sit down.

"That was awesome," said Harry, still chuckling visibly.

"Yes, it was," added Hermione, red-faced from all of the day's excitement.

"Wait, guys…" said Neville. "Why exactly did we just kill Ron?" he asked, looking a bit shocked by their seemingly evil deed.

"I'm actually Voldemort, and Ron Weasley was the child of the prophecy. He was supposed to destroy me, but I can't really see him doing it now, as he is well, quite dead," explained Harry. After that, he killed every other person in their compartment, and teleported to his hideout, located in Las Vegas.

After another moment, Albus Dumbledore appeared in the compartment. He looked inside and saw the lifeless bodies of his students, particularly one Ronald Weasley. The Headmaster seemed utterly shocked and depressed at this sight. He knelled down, and screamed, "I loved you, Ronald! You were supposed to destroy Lord Voldemort, not die inside of the fucking Hogwarts Express! Bring balance to the world, not leave it in darkness!" Albus cried for a long time, and never quite recovered. Lord Voldemort destroyed the whole world and lived forever in nothingness.