Disclaimer: Stop assuming that I own Harry Potter already! I've been over it a hundred times! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!!

A/N: The fourth chapter. I never thought it would get this big. R&R.

The Scar Still Burns

Super Crash

Chapter 4: Good-bye

Ron slipped off of his broom.

"NOOOOOOO!" Harry yelled as he raced after the falling Ron.

Everyone in the stadium gasped as Harry just missed Ron, and he hit the ground hard. Harry landed next to the unconscious Ron.

"Ron, no! Are you alive? What am I saying! You can't hear me. Maybe you can. Can you hear me? Come on, Ron, wake up!" Harry was talking to himself and Ron.

Hermione and Hagrid came down first. Hermione looked at Ron's limp body and asked, "Do you think he'll be all right, Harry?"

"I'm not sure. What do you think, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"I don' know 'Arry. 'E's prob'ly just unconscious. We should get 'im to the 'Ospital Wing," Hagrid replied.

"Everyone clear the way!" Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, came barging through the crowd. "Clear the way and let me see the hurt boy."

"He's over here, Madam Pomfrey! He got hit by two Bludgers and then fell off of his broom!" Harry called to Madam Pomfrey.

"I never liked that Quidditch game," Madam Pomfrey muttered while walking over to Ron.

"I knew that Weasley wouldn't survive one minute as a Keeper," Malfoy said as he walked near Ron. Harry looked and saw Malfoy's sneer.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Fred snapped. From behind, George hit Malfoy with his Beater's club and there were two loud cracks.

"What cracked?" Fred asked.

"Well, the first one was Malfoy's head and the second was the club," George replied.

"That's horrible, that's terrible, we're going to have to get you a new Beater's club," Fred said while chuckling.

"Oh, boy, now I have to take care of two," Madam Pomfrey sighed.

Now you see what I can do, Harry. It was your fault. You told Dumbledore, not me. I warned you. Now you know that I was serious. More will happen if you're not careful, Harry. Harry fell to his knees trying not to listen to the voice.

"Should I get you a bed, too, Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked in an annoyed voice.

"N- No I'm f- fine."

Madam Pomfrey only sighed. On Monday, they had Defense Against the Dark Arts again. When they were in the class, Elddir said, "Mr. Potter, can you tell me where Mr. Weasley is?" Elddir chuckled a little.

"He's in the Hospital Wing."

"That's exactly what I knew. Stay after class when it's over Harry. I have to speak to you."

To Harry, the class seemed to drag on. Today they were learning about how to send wild pixies out of a classroom. Harry knew too well what a bother pixies could be.

After class Elddir said, "I told you not to tell anyone about me being Tom Riddle. You told Dumbledore and Ron was hurt. Now if I was to let you go, you might tell someone else. Because of the precaution, I can't let you leave." Elddir's eyes glowed strangely in the light.

"Are you going to keep me here? What are you going to do?" Harry asked, staring into Elddir's ruby-like eyes.

"Oh no, Harry, I'm going to kill you, of course." Elldir's pupils turned into slits like a cat. His face turned white like water tumbling, and his voice turned high and cold sounding like nails on a chalkboard as he laughed. "I am Lord Voldemort and no mere boy shall destroy me." Voldemort pulled out his wand and shouted, "Avada Kedavra! (A/N: Sorry about spelling)

Harry just narrowly dodged it and ran to a different part in the room. Ron came into the room to get his homework and saw Harry running around the room, dodging green blasts of light. Voldemort was about to hit Harry in the back when Ron pushed him out of the way.

It seemed so slow to Harry. He could feel Ron's hands on his shoulders. There was a blinding flash of green light as Ron fell to the ground.

"How could you!? You're not a man; you're just a monster!" Harry said glaring at Voldemort. He looked at Ron and saw that he was not dead yet.

"Harry, you have to be careful. He's stronger then ever. Just... have to get him when he's not looking. Thanks for being a great friend Harry. Good-bye, Harry." Ron's eyes closed slowly.

Harry looked up at Voldemort and took out his wand.

"If you want a fight, Voldemort, then it's with me, not Ron."

"He killed himself, Harry. I aimed for you. He just got in the way. Expelliarmus!" Voldemort called as Harry's wand came flying to him. "You're finished Harry! Petrificus Totalus!"

Harry was frozen like an ice-cube.

"You should have never tried to fight the Dark Lord. Do you have any last words, Harry? Oh, of course you don't, you can't speak! Good-bye, Harry. Avada Kedavra!"

The jet of green light went hurtling at Harry.