Disclaimer: J.K Rowling.
::Flashback::
"Look Ron!" The impatient voice of Hermione shouted across the Gryffindor common room.
"What!" Ron yelled back.
"That's it!" Harry cried, jumping up from his seat, causing several young Gryffindor's to jump with fright.
"What's it Harry?" Hermione asked, slamming down her copy of Hogwarts: an updated history, written by herself. There was only one copy and she was forever borrowing it, Ron always asked her why 'I mean, I bet you know it off by heart from cover to cover!' he was always heard exclaiming.
"That's where Voldermort is! I've been thinking about it for ages, but that is the only…he's got to…Rocky Mountains!" Harry cried excitedly looking at Ron as if he was suppose to know what was going on. "Voldermort is hiding on Rocky Mountains!" Harry was already running to the Portrait hole.
"Harry, look. If you want…I'll come with you!" Ron shouted across to him.
"Whatever, just make sure you're there!" Harry cried.
"'Mione!" Ron turned to Hermione. She patted her stomach and shook her head. Louise was inside of her and she didn't want to risk anything. Ron smiled and kissed Hermione on the cheek.
"You look after my little kid, no matter what happens to me," Ron smiled.
"Ron, you don't have to go, if anything happens to you!" Hermione spluttered, almost crying.
"Look, I'm doing this for Fred," Ron tried to smile. Hermione nodded, Ron needed to revenge his brothers death. They gave each other one last hug and Ron ran off after Harry.
"Harry how can you be sure?" Ron panted catching up with him.
"I just know," Harry was striding along the corridors. But when he reached the stone gargoyle Dumbledore was standing infront of it.
"Come on Harry, Ron," he spoke sternly, and every single sparkle from his blue eyes had disappeared. Dumbledore pulled out his wand, and before either of the boys could say a single word he had performed a complex magical spell and Harry, Ron and Dumbledore were transported to the base of Rocky Mountains.
"So, we meet again," a cold voice came from behind them. They spun around and were looking into the horrible red eyes of Lord Voldermort.
"Potter, Weasley and the muggle loving fool," he spat, whipping out his wand.
"Master," spoke a soft cold voice, and Draco Malfoy stepped into view, "spare one of them for me,"
"Malfoy, get back. I will do the privalige of killing all of them!" he snapped, "Adava Kadava!" he shouted and the flash of green light flew out of his wand. Dumbledore grabbed Ron and shoved him out of the way. The spell bounced off a rock, blowing it to smithereens as it did so, and flew back on Harry.
"HARRY!" Ron yelled. But it was too late. The Boy Who Lived was dead. Dumbledore and Ron bowed their heads, silent tears ran down Ron's cheeks.
"Damn you Voldermort! Damn you to Hell!" Ron pulled his wand out and faced Voldermort, panting slightly.
"Adava Kadava!" Voldermort spat. Ron was quick on his toes and dodged.
"That starts to lose it's touch after a while," Ron said coldly.
Voldermort sighed. "Ropio!" he cried and ropes sprung up around Ron and bind him. Draco walked forward and stood with his wand pressed to Ron's throat.
"Voldermort, you should go on Holiday, you're giving everyone a headache."
"So, you want me finish you off now?"
"What must come, must come," Dumbledore spoke calmly, drawing his wand up to Voldermorts heart, "and if you touch me or Mr Weasley I shall see that you are killed, even if I have to do it with my own hands!" Dumbledore spat.
"Don't patronise me," Voldermort sighed, "I hate to do this, but Adava Kadava!" and Dumbledore, the Greatest Headmaster in a century, dropped dead to the floor. Ron's eyes widened with fear. Then Voldermort rounded on Ron.
"Your turn now," Voldermort said softly, his wand straight at Ron's head. Ron struggled against the ropes. Draco kicked him. Ron writhed with pain.
"Adava-" Voldermort began, Ron fainted, "Kadava!"
And that was how Louise's father died.