He groaned pitifully on the white floor, this was it, he had lost, easily in fact, Death had wiped the floor with him without even trying.

He stared into his one eye that gazed remorsely back, not a hint of previous emotion, Ron wondered why Death even bothered, he bet he could vanish him with a thought and yet he toyed with him.

"Why.." he whispered, coughing, his insides felt like they were on fire and yet there was not an injury on him except previous scars.

"You are the.. first one in quite some.. time.. i have talked.. too." Death said simply, mouth opening and closing as his voice allowed to slither out in a whisper.

Oh, Ron thought, that made sense, Death, The end of all things, Creator of the Hallows, was lonely.

(Note; sarcasm)

"Get on with it." Ron coughed in a sudden a burst of anger that fled him as fast as it came,

Death's scythe raised, it's point glinting sharply, and all the emotion he hadn't bothered to process came crashing down, he was going to nothing now, where he would become nothing, where he would stay nothing, forever and ever.

The only comfort was that Hermione and Harry would be there too, even if they were nothing.

His eyes stung with tears but he would not let them fall, his hand reached out to his side and his fingers gripped around the handle of the sword of Gryffindor.

And his last thought as the scythe swung down was who the hell that lady was standing behind Death?

Their eyes met, blue and green filled with life and his breath caught.

Dead.

Ron was falling, and falling, and falling and falling through a dark expanse of nothing, there was no nothing, but it was nothing, is there nothing if there is nothing? What was nothing? The absence of everything, but was that absence something so then nothing-

green and brown flashed by and he flailed desperately with no arms, no body, no nothing to grasp at it-

he hit nothing with soundless smack-

wait, how did he hit something if there was nothing?

His thoughts were muddled. He stopped for eternity or a second. Thoughts? How could he even think?

Nothing shifted-

And a blaze of galaxies and stars and plantets stared at him in confusion-

He grinned at the boy too short and skinny for his clothes, "Hi, i'm Ron, Ronald Weasley."

Space warped and groaned; "What.."

"Do you really have the..the.. scar?"

A jagged scar of lightning ran down the nordic man, starting from the side of his face and winding around around down his arm to his hand, spells and shouts and screams rang all around, a dragon roared it's fury; a collumn of flame flying out, Ron watched as the man raised his hammer to the heavens, old and ancient symbols glowing with eagerness, his eyes widened and just when he was about to shout for the dammed man to move beacause the dragon was heading towards him-

Boom

A wrym of lightning arched across the sky, so bright and powerful that the vampires nearby fled in fear even under the half moon of blood, it roared a sound that echoed around the battlefied and descended.

The only thing that was left of the dragon was its charred corpse, and more scars for the man.

"Bloody hell.."

Swirling galaxies and black holes that sucked in the very light around them stared at him, pinning him with an unfathomable gaze.

The ground shook, his grip on the sword of gryffindor tightened, the mountains rumbled ominously, rocks falling down,

The earth seemed to warp for a moment as the mountains in the distance fell downwards, into the gaping jaw of the king of all kings, a body so large you could not find the start or the end rose, wings still folded after millions of years of sleep yet still flying of its own accord, bending the air to its will-

It flapped its wings and a tornado formed, a collosal typhoon of the butterfly effect wrapped all around itself..

And then it opened its eyes-

it seemed as if it was looking at him, just at him, worthless Ronald Weasley who didn't deserve to be in the presence of such a being, its eyes ruby red and iris slitted black-

the sword shuddered in his hands and the spell was broken, the tattered and old hat on his head imbued with the spirit of bravery called forward and the army of wizards, witches, and all magical charged.

"Ronald Weasley, I am Chaos, And you, i think you shall begin your next great adventure."

The stars exploded and the being slowly smiled.

and then he was falling and falling and falling-

"Do visit sometime, will you? It gets rather lonely here."