A/N I was so amazed to actually have interest in this story! I am
completely speechless…My god! You guys actually think this story is worth
saving! I'm so honored by you taking your time to review my mess of a
story! Thank you so much! This chapter is dedicated to the late Kevin Tod
Smith. Enjoy!
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Inside his mental prison, Ron raged against Voldemort. He cried and screamed his fury at his captor to no avail.
"God, leave ME ALONE! Leave my friends and I alone! Why are you doing this!? Come out here and show yourself! Come on you bloody coward, let's fight one to one! COME ON!"
A POOF came from the corner of his cell and Voldemort appeared in all his vile glory. The Dark Lord calmly sipped ice tea as he leaned against the wall. It seemed the Dark Lord was bored by it all. He finally spoke, "Weasley, you dare challenge me? Boy, you know nothing, how can you possibly kill me?"
"Who said anything about killing me? It seems to me that this situation requires a game of skill. I read you were the champion chess player when you were at Hogwarts. Is that true, Tom?"
"SHUT UP, don't EVER call me by that dirty name! All right, come on you pathetic piece of filth! I, Lord Voldemort, shall defeat you like I will defeat Potter!"
The chess match consisted of dozens of life size figurines and piles of broken black and white pieces. At the last moment, Ron saw an opening to Tom's king. With a triumphant cry, he yelled, "CHECK MATE!"
For the first time, the Dark Lord was speechless. He snarled, "So, you beat me? Who cares? Potter will still die! And he doesn't know it yet! He'll die at the hand of his soul mate. Would you care to run and tell Potter that? Yes, there is a prophecy that the one who might beat the Dark Lord shall be defeated along with the world if he does not let go of his partner. Care to tell him that?" With one last cackle, he vanished in a poof of smoke.
Ron felt a rushing sound and landed hard on the stairs. He took a few minutes to check his body to see if there were any broken bones. After completing that, he took the stairs two at a time to Harry and Hermione's bedroom. He desperately needed to talk to them.
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Hmm…cliffy huh? I threw in that other prophecy~ Thanx for your support! Have a great day and a merry time reading my story….LOL…( ( ( ( ( (
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Inside his mental prison, Ron raged against Voldemort. He cried and screamed his fury at his captor to no avail.
"God, leave ME ALONE! Leave my friends and I alone! Why are you doing this!? Come out here and show yourself! Come on you bloody coward, let's fight one to one! COME ON!"
A POOF came from the corner of his cell and Voldemort appeared in all his vile glory. The Dark Lord calmly sipped ice tea as he leaned against the wall. It seemed the Dark Lord was bored by it all. He finally spoke, "Weasley, you dare challenge me? Boy, you know nothing, how can you possibly kill me?"
"Who said anything about killing me? It seems to me that this situation requires a game of skill. I read you were the champion chess player when you were at Hogwarts. Is that true, Tom?"
"SHUT UP, don't EVER call me by that dirty name! All right, come on you pathetic piece of filth! I, Lord Voldemort, shall defeat you like I will defeat Potter!"
The chess match consisted of dozens of life size figurines and piles of broken black and white pieces. At the last moment, Ron saw an opening to Tom's king. With a triumphant cry, he yelled, "CHECK MATE!"
For the first time, the Dark Lord was speechless. He snarled, "So, you beat me? Who cares? Potter will still die! And he doesn't know it yet! He'll die at the hand of his soul mate. Would you care to run and tell Potter that? Yes, there is a prophecy that the one who might beat the Dark Lord shall be defeated along with the world if he does not let go of his partner. Care to tell him that?" With one last cackle, he vanished in a poof of smoke.
Ron felt a rushing sound and landed hard on the stairs. He took a few minutes to check his body to see if there were any broken bones. After completing that, he took the stairs two at a time to Harry and Hermione's bedroom. He desperately needed to talk to them.
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Hmm…cliffy huh? I threw in that other prophecy~ Thanx for your support! Have a great day and a merry time reading my story….LOL…( ( ( ( ( (
