Chapter 14: A Deadly Mistake
Ron looked up from the ground through all the bright lights see Harry pointing his wand directly at him. He scrambled to get out of the way, weak in the knees and made it to his feet just in time and began running away from the main battle towards the end of the clearing. Ron looked back to catch a glimpse of Dumbledore spinning wildly in the air, Hagrid picking up a cloaked wizard and throwing him into the trees, and Harry, right behind him. Ron tripped on something just before making it to the forest and turned to face Harry.
"Harry! I know your in there somewhere! Please Harry, Snap Out of It!" Pleaded Ron.
Harry laughed "Look around you, you stupid git. It's over, master is winning."
"But, but," Ron was crouching backwards when his fingers touched the thing that had tripped him. It was round and smooth and Ron knew exactly what it was. It was the Memory Ball. Ron stumbled backwards as Harry enclosed him, his fingers wrapping tightly around ball.
"But what?" Harry asked, sounding so much like Malfoy.
"I believe in you, I know you can beat this, Harry I know you can beat him! Try, Harry Please Try." Cried Ron.
Harry gazed at him and then suddenly burst out into laughter, a cold heartless laugh that froze Ron completely, making him feel utterly helpless.
"Hey, Ron what kind of friend are you anyway, not even saying goodbye."
"I know you're in there Harry!" Ron yelled out. "Wake Up!" Ron desperately threw the ball at Harry who caught it with his right hand.
"What did you think you could do with a broken ball?" Harry said gingerly, tossing the ball in the air and catching it. "Now, say goodbye, Ron," Harry waited two seconds "Oh, very well, I'll say it for you," Harry said coolly "Goodbye Ron." Ron closed his eyes. "Avada Kedavra." A flash of green light exploded from Harry's wand and with a scream that was cut short, Ron fell back on the ground dead.