"In the main, a fair enough analysis, Dumbledore," unexpectedly came from someone else there that the trio had forgotten. Three heads, consisting of Harry, Hermione, and the headmaster, snapped around, to stare at Ronald Weasley gazing back at them all, with most of that newly-crowned king's attention coldly directed at the elderly wizard. As he absently dropped his right arm, leaving the horcrux he'd been examining throughout the others' conversation bobbing in mid-air, Ron grimly added, "However, as per your recently-developed habit during the last couple of decades, you've failed to thoroughly consider the consequences of your actions."
The sound of indrawn breaths from the entire crowd of Hogwarts students and staff quietly murmured throughout the Greater Hall at this incredible slight directed at their headmaster. Dumbledore himself allowed a polite look of inquiry to pass over his grandfatherly features, as he cautiously started to ask, "May I know what-"
"No, you may not," Ron snapped, as he irritably waved his hand, just before the silver sword that had been left behind on the armrests of his throne a few moments before now materialized in that young man's solid grip. There was a fierce look on the king's face as he continued, "There's been enough talk. Now, it's time for action!" In the very next moment, before anyone else there could react, Ron swung his sword in a flash of bright steel and red streaks from the rubies inlaid upon this weapon, right through the horcrux floating in the air.
Their eyes drawn to this, the entire crowd watched with horrified fascination as the cleaved greenish blob popped out of existence like a soap bubble, but with something next happening that caused everyone there but one to straightaway recoil, taking an aghast step back. Where the horcrux had been, a small cloud of black smoke now hung in the air, and a stabbing wail of absolute agony pierced the air, causing most of the appalled onlookers to clap their hands over their ears to block out this terrifying noise. A few moments later, when silence again returned to the throne room, the crowd cautiously took away their hands from the sides of their heads, and watched with downright relief at seeing the black cloud dissipate into nothingness.
Unlike the others, Ron had steadily stood there, watching with cold satisfaction the destruction of the horcrux and a fraction of Voldemort's soul. Nodding to himself, the king then frowned with concentration, muttering to himself all the while, "Right then, Harry got rid of the diary, so that leaves the other five…"
"Five?" gasped most of the listening crowd, including his two closest friends and the headmaster.
"Yep, and I found out from that piece of shite stuck in Harry's head where the rest of them are," absently replied Ron to nobody in particular, as that preoccupied young man then gestured with his sword to five different points in the air beyond him of the Greater Hall. With a final grand sweep of his weapon witnessed by the stunned crowd, this act produced the abrupt appearance from thin air that specific number of objects. From left to right, they were a small ring, a golden drinking cup, a locket, a jeweled headband, and one final items that caused the entire crowd to hurriedly back up, as they stared in shock at the enormous serpent hissing at them all in useless fury as it was held motionless in mid-air by the magic of King Ronald the First.
Momentarily ignoring the angry snake, Ron instead stepped in front of the small ring fixed at head height, drawing back his sword, to then halt due to a truly frantic bellow from the very last person this might be expected from, as Headmaster Dumbledore now despairingly shouted, "STOP, MR. WEASLEY!"
Both that wizard's hopelessness and his panic-stricken appeal might have had something to do with the shining bands of pure light that had a moment before also appeared to wrap vertically around the body of the elderly man, firmly restraining him from moving and using any kind of magic. The only thing that Dumbledore could think of was to try to persuade the young king against performing from what that monarch was clearly planning to accomplish. Almost gabbling his words in his desperate plea, the headmaster said hurriedly, "You don't know what you're really doing!"
Still holding his sword ready, Ron said in his own calm tone, glancing over his shoulder at the restrained wizard and his stunned friends at that man's side, "Oh, yes, I do. I know what this ring truly is, and Hogwarts agrees with me that the dead should be left in peace! If they need to contact us, it'll be up to them to make that decision, not the living that will one day join them anyway! Now, be quiet!" At those last curt command, another glowing band suddenly appeared around Dumbledore's lower face, covering his mouth and preventing him from speaking another word, as the wizard's wide eyes stared in disbelief at what next happened.
A single firm swordstroke hewed the ring in two, causing once more the puff of black smoke and the shriek of a soul's shard dispersing into its final end. While that was still going on, Ron stepped to the right, and continued this action several more times, using Godric Gryffindor's personal sword with its own immense magic that had no problem whatsoever in destroying the horcruxes, one after the other. After the last gory chop that removed Nagini's head with a single blow, Ron took a step back, paying no attention to the now-familiar results, to instead flick the swordblade away from his body, producing a spray of reptile blood onto the marbled floor, where the droplets of bodily fluid then promptly sank out of sight into the polished stones, as the castle neatly tidied up after her new master.
Turning to the dazed crowd, Ron then casually waved his sword at them, which caused the entire throng to simultaneously flinch, an action that continued during the sudden flash of light and their abrupt transportation back to the Great Hall, where the lunches of the students and faculty remained mainly untouched on the house tables by the events which had started it all just a few minutes earlier. Gaping at the red-haired young man in his crown, all there now saw and heard him look around to find several specific people, to then call out, "Ginny, Fred, George, I'll be sending you home. Mum and Dad and the rest of them will all be there so you can tell them what's happened. I'll be coming when I can, but I'm afraid you're just going to have Mum yell at you for a while, guys."
With a faint grin on his face as he wryly shrugged at his alarmed siblings, an additional gesture of Ron's sword caused this trio to apparate out of the school in another flash of light. King Ronald's expression now changed into sternness, as he looked around the dining hall, saying in a firm tone, "Nobody else will be leaving Hogwarts for a while, and there will be no chance of any messages being sent to anybody, for any reason."
A very cold eye was then sent towards the Slytherin group, with someone there possessing a slicked-back blond coiffure hastily ducked behind a great lump of suet known as either Crabbe or Goyle. "If you want to try anyway, go ahead. Just have a bucket of water ready at hand, unless you really like having your hair set on fire," finished off Ron in his gruff growl. The king's face changed into a wicked smirk at hearing Hermione's immediate yelp over this.
"Ron Weasley! What are you doing?"
Glancing over at where this girl, along with Harry, was standing there gazing at him in utter disbelief, Ron grinned at them both, with his next words being much more serious than the showing of his evident high spirits.
"I'm going to finish the job." After that, before anyone could react, King Ronald the First vanished into thin air.
As the other people in the room immediately started chattering to each other over the recent events, Harry and Hermione stared at each other in wild surmise, and Headmaster Dumbledore, released from his magical bonds a moment ago, now staggered over to the nearest table bench, dropped onto the seat, and hopelessly put the palms of his hands over his eyes, while also giving a truly despairing groan that brought Professor McGonagall over to him in a hurry. A worried assistant headmistress studied her leader for a moment before concernedly asking, "Albus, what's wrong?"
Dumbledore dropped his hands from his face, and revealing a very forlorn expression on his features, he sadly replied to Minerva, "That young man is going to confront Voldemort."
A few moments earlier, Ginny, Fred, and George Weasley had appeared inside their home known as the Burrow, at the main living room on one side of this space. Standing on the other side were the rest of the family: Arthur and Molly Weasley, the parents of all there, including Percy, Bill, and Charlie. All of these five people had clearly been busy at their work just a second ago, with Molly gripping a dishrag, Arthur and Percy in their office robes and the younger man holding a stack of papers, Bill with his wand out, and Charlie's hair and clothes tousled as if he'd interrupted in the middle of caring for a dragon.
Every one of the quintet was also fixedly staring across the room at the younger members of the red-haired family, their gazes intent enough so that Ginny also quickly checked out her twin brothers at her side, with that girl's mouth promptly dropping open in shock, until she then started shrieking with laughter at the top of her lungs.
Thoughtfully taking out his pacifier, Fred Weasley cleared his throat, causing the edges of his baby bonnet outlining his face to quiver, as he glumly stated, "Brother mine…"
Sucking on his own pacifier, George Weasley was looking down at his nearly-naked body, covered solely with a scrap of a diaper that barely concealed his private parts, his chin brushing against that man's bib with an animated design of an infant dragon continually blowing a flash of fire through its nostrils, until that twin now lifted his head while resignedly pulling out his ring-shaped sucker to answer his brother, both presently dressed exactly like each other. "Yes, Forge?"
"Perhaps it was a mistake to always use ickle Ronniekins to test our newest wheezes on him when we were all younger, Gred."
"Now that this fine young man has a very sharp sword and he's become the absolute monarch of us all, there is the faintest possibility that you're totally right, brother mine."