Death, love and all that's in between.

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Run, Run, Run Ronald. You pathetic excuse for a Weasley. You will join those stupid ones you called beloved parents soon. Very soon. Walk a little faster at the sound of my steps. Hold your breath as my hand comes to take your futile life.

You were never of importance or weight. Don't you remember when you were with Potter and the mudblood at school? You were always the least significant, the tag-along, who cared if you died? And now the mudblood will cry for your death, boo-hoo. Potter will be left alone to figure out the enigma that is me. Aww, sniffles.

You know Ronald … you could've avoided this fate so easily … but no. You chose to follow a path of carelessness and mistreatment that leads me to carry out this little act. I hope you enjoy the look of delight on my face as I smother you and draw you to your death.

I will make sure you try to scream, and no one will hear you. I will love watching you suffer. I will have my revenge; you are only part of the equation. Two more and then my revenge is complete; as complete as a chilling, thrilling Agatha Christie novella. Enjoy the show ickle Ronnikins.

Death is following you.


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One week and six days later

Ron picked tossed back his last shot of Oldgens Fire Whiskey at the little out of the way bar at the far end of Diagon Alley. Sometimes it was nice to drown your sorrows in a series of drink in a place by yourself. Tomorrow he'd be seeing Hermione for their three year anniversary, they were going away to Paris, but only for one night … as the Headmistress of Hogwarts, after McGonagalls death, she couldn't be away for very long.


He stepped out into the cool evening and tugged his coat a little tighter around himself, he made his way down to the apparating point … Ron's head felt dizzy for a moment or two or on second thought, maybe he should hail down the knight bus he thought groggily. As he lifted up his wand hand, he felt gloved hands come down quickly and pull his wand from his grip.

He turned around trying to make out the offender, all he could she was a shadow of a figure in black to blend in with the night.

"Whose there … whatdya want?" he slurred. So maybe he'd had more then he could remember. Why would someone want his wand? Suddenly small but strong hands clamp around his jaw and his nose and mouth were covered in a soaked handkerchief. What was that … Be – Lex … Ron swayed on the spot for a moment and then fell into a short darkness.

He groggily opened his eyes again and he didn't know where he was, a far stretch of open land to his right, about three houses in the distance and six purple kangaroos. Ron waved to the kangaroos, they seemed friendly. "Hello Kanga's … would you like some carrots? You would wouldn't you … I know you would" a short bark of cold laughter made him snap his attention to his left. "Who's there, where am I?"

A cold voice whispered harshly in his ears "Shut-up, I speak here, understand?" he knew that voice … where from? He couldn't think clearly.

"Wh…." He felt a sharp pain in his head and then it suddenly stopped.

"I thought I told you to shut-up" With that his captor muttered a silencing spell. Ron tried to call in outrage but no sound came forth.

"Aah silence, much better. I hope you enjoy your death dear Ronald, lord knows I will. I just wanted to answer two things for you. Why Be-Lexium? Simple, I'm one of the few that can make it, it's a 'killing' potion that would confuse the aurors that would follow up this case, found in practically every wizardry home … and more over didn't you see your self talking to 'Kangas? I did like that touch, gives me a good laugh at others expense" a short chortle "Also, why? Simple, you pissed me off. I want you to pay. So now you'll join those people you loved so dearly" Ron was shaking his head trying to get that voice to be known to him. Who was it? Ron screamed silently in frustration. "One more thing before you leave this cruel cruel world. You'll get to see your murderer" then there was a cruel laughter that filled the night.

With a swish of his wand in his captors' hand; light was shone. His eyes went wide and he felt molten lava boil in his blood. He felt the silencing charm being taken off and screamed as loud as he could, but it was no use, there was no one for miles. "YOU! HOW COULD YOU? YOU ARE SICK, SICK. I HOPE YOU–" but that was as far as Ron ever got. With a flash of green from his wand, he was dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.

"Good-bye ickle Ronnikins, you were fun to kill … but talked much too much" The eradicator grinned at the motionless body and prepared the scene of the crime for that precious Potter to find. There was no sign of the killer ever personally being in this area as they left the site in the wee early hours of the morning.

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Harry watched the wizards hover over the frozen body. This was beyond words and tears. Found by an eight-year-old girl, his best friend of seventeen years. Dead, murdered, killed, slaughtered. It would be over the front page of the prophet in under a couple of hours.

He needed to tell 'Mione. He looked over the scene once again and shook his head and was about to leave, but then piece of gold jewellery suddenly glittered in the early morning sunlight in the long grass. It reminded him of the snitch, it was so small and missed by most, hell he would've missed it if it wasn't for his seeker skills. He bent down and snatched it up and gasped out loud when he saw what it was.

It was a locket, the locket that Ron had given 'Mione last Christmas. She only ever took it out on special occasions. Harry shook his head in disbelief and quickly apparated to Hogsmeade in vein to reach Hogwarts headmistresses' chambers as quickly as possible. He wanted to know why Ron would die with her locket by his side. This did not add up, he had a sinking feeling about this.

As he ran up to Hermione's chambers, two things caught his attention one was that she wasn't there and the second was a veil of dark green Be-Lexium potion, at its most potent, hurriedly shoved into an open drawer on her desk. His heart gave a loud thump and he started feeling feint. This wasn't adding up. What was going on?

He heard footsteps and whirled around to see a very dishevelled looking Hermione in black robes. Harry was about to pounce on her then and there when he saw the ghosts in her eyes as she asked weakly "Harry …? What are you doing in my chambers…? Whats the matter? Why are you here?"

Harry bottled the urge to start furiously yelling at her. "I should be asking the questions here, where were you last night?"

"I was here Harry where else would the headmistress be?"

"Oh isn't that peachy, the youngest headmistress. Its odd isn't it Hermione, that you of all people got the position after McGonagall died. I mean how did you get it? She was pretty full of life before she died maybe her death left you open for power. Maybe your murdering–" Her palm slapping his cheek ended that.

"Harry James Potter you're disgusting me, you come into my chambers this early in the morning and accuse me of killing one of my most beloved colleague and friend?" Harry saw the unshed tears in her eyes and shook his head.

"I don't know 'Mione. Christ I just don't know! Explain to me, why … why you have Be-Lexium potion in your draw … and why would your necklace be found next to Ron's dead body?" as he choked out the final words he started to sob, when he heard sickening silence he just registered what he had said.

"Ron … Ron's dead … body … Dead … Ron?" Hermione's face crumpled and she fell to the floor. "Tell me this some cruel joke Harry, tell me, please, tell me, anything, oh my god. My Ron … HARRY HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?" She started screaming hysterically at Harry. Harry looked grieved and fell to the floor with her, they latched on together to cry-out the loss of their dear friend.

"Shh …shh, I'm sorry 'Mione … shh, it'll be okay" Harry nursed the broken headmistress and shook his head for thinking thoughts like that about one of his best friends. But then why…?

"What are you talking about my necklace and the Be-Lexium Harry? I just came in from the bathroom, I had a nightmare and went to wash my face … why did you look so angry … what … why … whats going on?"

"'Mione, why do you have Be-Lexium potion, well this potency of Be-Lexium potion in here?"

"Um harry I don't … you know very well if I wanted to fix my migraine I'd just go down to Snape, whats the point of having my own supply?"

"You mean this isn't yours … oh no … and the locket?"

"What do you mean? My lockets in my jewellery box, let me show you, you know it only comes out for special occasions." She stood up wobbly and walked over to her desk and rummaged through some drawers. Her gasp of shock made Harry look up "Its … I … its not here! I can't find it! I can't think of anywhere that I would've put it … oh good lord! Oh Merlin!" She stated shaking and Harry grabbed her in time from falling onto the floor.

"Shh 'Mione, look we have to go down to the Ministry … it's the only way to sort this out … can you come do you think?"

Hermione just nodded her head and cleaned herself up and they walked down together. What they both didn't see was the dark shadowy figure hiding behind the door releasing a long held breath. Thank bloody Salazar for that! This is working purrfectly.

And with a grin and a flourish the room was left abandoned.

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A/N: I'm ending it here because of the chapter break-up I have figured out … not it effects any of you cause you're all probably all reading this in one clump (sorry about that!) And guess about now is where I give credit to MYSTIQUE and Tara, they just made me want to post it all up. Hope you're enjoying if you're reading!

Ciao, Nupil. Click on good friend!