That night, Harry wasn't too full of the Christmas spirit that night, perhaps it was because he was too busy pondering over why time had suddenly lurched forward a whole month. Surely that begs the question, was Harry asleep for all that time of had everything simply ignored all of those weeks and went straight on to Christmas Day. Yet it just didn't make sense, it seemed as if Albus had been waiting for ages until Christmas, he had even mentioned Christmas eve. It was then that Harry came up with a theory as to why this had happened. Because he had so far been so important to the world shaping out as it had he thought that maybe after all he had done he had somehow ruptured time, created a paradox and only he could stop it. Then again, it's only happened once it's not like skipping time is a regular occurrence. It was probably nothing anyway he had killed Lord Voldermort for Christs sake and, even if it did happen, going forward a month wouldn't kill him, it was probably just a blip. And with that he went to sleep.
"Please, Don't kill Ron!" Harry screamed, stepping in front of Ron as he cradled his lifeless child in his arms, weeping.
"Get out of the way! I know it was you who killed that child! You murdered Ron's infant,and now I'm here to puit him out of his misery!" Said the man in black, sweeping harry aside as if he was a twig.
"Avada Kedavra!" The green light reflected of Ron's eyes before he slumped onto his side. Ron Weasley was dead, and Harry had killed his child.
