Disclaimer: I DIDN'T INVENT THESE CHARACTERS OR THEIR ORIGINS, MS. J.K. ROWLING DID, KAY, GOT IT!
Note: Sorry about the language, it's good for me to vent [twelve year olds can't swear as much as thirteen year olds, y'know?] okay, I THINK there might be some violence in thisbut I'm really not too sure, this one is basicaly the boring conclusion to the Rose part of thisoh well Enjoy.
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Ron's bed room was completely silent, and totally dark. Ron lay on his back, a shapelss mound in the comfortless warmth of his bed, wide awake.
It's Rose, it's got to be Rose, she didn't have a name, I've never seen her cry
"Awwh" Ron moaned miserably, it wasn't fair. Back in school he'd was always the man on the side, the worst kind of nobodynow everyone wanted a part of him, it just wasn't fair, what had Harry ever given up?
Alright, alright, let's get this done. Ron thought miserably, throwing off his sheets and heading into the bathroom.
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Ron put three drops of the sleeping potion into Rose's juice and made himself some coffee.
"Ot are oo doing to-ay?" Rose asked through a mouthful of Cheerios.
"Nothing sweetie, nothing yetfinish your juice," Ron couldn't watch, he couldn't, he just-just didn't want to, yet a voice in head, the 'logical' one, was quickly twisting things: It really doesn't matter,it said, you'll loose her anyway, she's not real. What about you, don't you want to be free at last? Ron gritted his teeth.
I can't, I can't kill her
"Ronny? When can I go?" Rose asked suddenly, she looked oddly troubled.
"What?"
"I can't stay anywhere, that's the rule, I have to go soon, when can I go?"
Ron felt something crash inside him, she didn't want to stay kids could be so cruel.
"Soon my Rose, oh, so very soon."
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Rose had fallen asleep tweny minutes ago, Ron took one last look at her, the essence of childhood, ancient, there could never have been a more perfect illusion.
"Alright, let's go" Ron picked her up carefully and layed her down in the back seat of his car, checked himself for time, and started off.
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Ron used his second key open the door, he was right on timeDeatheaters were always on time, one of their very few redeeming traits.
"You've got her?" Said a quiet voice behind him, Ron turned, and saw a deatheater, Ron wasn't sure who it was, but they probably weren't a newbie.
"Well? What does it look like?" Ron said sarcasticly, setting Rose onto the bare floor boards.
"Excellentdo you mind?" The deatheater pulled out a knife, Ron himself did this quite often
"No, not reallyI um, have to get goingso, ugh, I'll be going about now, huh?" Ron started for the door.
"Oh, agent? Here's your contract with my Lord" He pulled out a scroll of parchment and handed to Ron.
"Thank-you," said Ron, unrolling it and checking it to make sure there wasn't any "loop holes".
"Excellent," he said at last, folding it away into a coat pocket.
"No no, thank-you," Ron had the impression the deatheater was smiling unpleasantly under his mask.
"Nice doing buisness, gooday," said Ron curtly, and walked away, shivering.
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Ron lay awake all that night, listening to rain pound against his window pane. Wet leaves flapped against the glass like confused phantams, and the wind howled like something bent, broken and lost. Ron stared out the window, watching the rain pouring down around a single street lamp. He felt like everything he'd ever been given had been a total waste, he hadn't deserved it, he would live his life now, as an empty shell.
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"Oh lovely" you're probably thinkingnah well, this series will get better,I promisesorry, I really didn't want to write that ending, but it's sort of important latersort of, anyway, please review, oh, and THANK YOU FOR READING THIS!