Dangerous Secrets: Part Two
A/N Sorry it took me so long to get up…for one, I've been extremely busy, and I also have been having some troubles with fanfiction.net, but now here it is!
That night, no matter how hard he tried, sleep didn't want to come to Ron. The few minutes of sleep that he did get however was filled with nightmares. The same nightmare of when he had turned to the dark side.
It had started out as an ordinary enough day in their seventh year. Harry was, (as usual) at Quidditch practice, while he and Hermione were in the library, working on homework. Why they were in the library working on homework, on a very sunny Saturday, he had no idea. She had just gone to ask the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher a question about the length of their homework, but she stopped when she reached the door and screamed. Before anything could be done, Voldemort had Hermione in his grasp, a glinting blade held dangerously close to her throat. After many, many years, Ron had finally blocked out exactly what had been said, but he could never, never forget the meaning.
Join me or she dies.
It was plain and simple. Just dreaming about that day, the exact words and movements started flooding back into his brain… In panic, Ron had reached for the closest thing he could find, which happened to be a very large book, and flung it at Voldemort.
"You insolent boy…you think you could even make a mark on me with your weak powers?" He had thrown back his head and laughed horribly, while the knife got closer and closer to Hermione's throat. Ron could remember exactly how his heart was beating so loudly he could barely hear the slight whimpering coming from Hermione. He knew what he had to do. Slowly he had moved toward Voldemort, and reached out a shaky hand to shake his…
He had just awoken from that same awful nightmare when he realized that someone was pounding on his door. Quickly he sprang out of his creaky bed and opened the door cautiously. There stood Peter, looking furious. Ron quickly stepped out of the way so to let him in.
"Change of plans." He growled quickly and quietly, staring Ron in the eye. "Somehow Granger seems to have found out about Ginny…you'll have to kill her first." Ron stared at Peter, and then slowly shook his head.
"No." Peter's face flushed.
"What did you say Weasley?" If it wasn't such a serious situation, Ron would have laughed…he sounded just like Snape.
"No." He nearly shouted, banging his hand against the wall. Realizing that he was being too loud, considering he lived next to some very nosy neighbors, he quieted himself. "You're going too far Pettigrew. I won't kill my best friends and my sister. I became like this so Hermione would live, not so that I could kill her." Pettigrew, very silently, walked to the door and opened it, but he turned to Ron before he stepped out.
"Just realize Weasley," He spat at him, "that if you don't kill Granger, then I will." He slammed the door shut, leaving Ron alone, shivering from the cold night air blowing in through the window.