Ice Water
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Dis: No, I don't own Harry Potter period.
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Biting his lip, Ron winced as he felt the red hot wand press against his pale skin. Watching his burn darken, his legs threatened to give way, but not in front of his new master. Bowing weakly, the hood of his cloak completely covered Ron's face, hiding the phsyical and emotional pain behind his grey eyes. "My Lord...I'll serve you until my soul is no more." Ron whispered, closing his eyes as he kissed the hem of the Dark Lord's cloak. "It will be a great honour to serve you, my Lord." He added quietly, standing up slowly, to meet Voldemort's flaring red eyes. Bowing his head, Voldemort raised a large goblet above Ron's open palms, before pouring warm blood into them, blood from each of his fellow Death Eaters. "You are one of us now, your hands are soiled with our blood...And so is your soul." Voldemort's rasping voice filled the dark dungeon, which was only lighted by a few flame torches nailed to the walls.
Running his nimble fingers over the large burn on his arm, Ron wandered home in the pitch blackness of midnight. Ron paused as he listened to the large clock in the town stirke midnight. Suddenly an insane grin spread across his face as his eyes narrowed a little. Today was the day he was to start serving his master, his Lord. Still walking, Ron listened intently to his own footsteps crunching against the wet gravel. It was raining slightly, but it didn't bother him the least. Sliding his cloak sleeve down, he stepped up to the rusty gate and opened it, the hinges creaking loudly. Walking up the narrow path, he walked right up to the front of the house, pushed the door open and strode inside, into the cold darkness that met him with moonbeams running across the wooden floor.
"Ron!" Ginny squealed as Ron stepped into the bright light of the lounge room. Ron didn't say anything, letting his cloak fall to the ground, he gave a content sigh and flopped back into an armchair. "Where were you?! We've been worried sick!" But Ron still didn't move his lips, unless you counted the weird smirk. "Ron?" Ginny asked, now starting to look scared as Ron gave a hollow laugh. "If I told you, it'd ruin the surprise." Ginny jumped up immediately, now looking as though she had been Petrified. Running up to her room, Ron heard the door slam. Shaking his head, he rested back into the chair, his eyes closed, thinking. Yawning, he slowly stretched, daring to fall asleep.
Ron awoke groggily the next morning, a pain searing through his arm. Rolling his sleeve up, he watched as his burn went from pale grey to a midnight black. Dropping his sleeve, he heaved himself out of the armchair yawning. Walking into the kitchen, he paused, a worried but satisified look on his face. The rest of his family were crowded around the kitchen table as usual, but it seemed weird...And Ron bet he knew why. Ginny whimpered quietly as she looked up at him, her face, even her freckles, appearing white. "Why Ron?" Bill suddenly asked, looking up at him with a serious look spread across his face, although his eyes told a completely different story. "Why what?" Ron asked, taking his place at the table, making Ginny edge away.
"Why are you serving Voldemort?" Bill asked a little more louder, his voice rising in part fear and anger. Everyone except for Ron dropped their knives and forks in shock, causing a loud clatter in the silence.
"Because my master called, and I came to him." Ron answered simply, buttering a peice of toast as though they were talking about the weather or the latest break in at Gringott's. "He's my master now, and there's not a think you or anyone else can do to stop me."
"Ron...No..." Mrs Weasley whispered faintly, grabbing onto the back of Mr Weasley's chair to stop herself from collapsing. Ron suddenly dropped his knife and toast. "Ron! Tell us why!" Bill snapped, his eyes now flaring with fury.
"That's why I'm gone!" Ron yelled. "You lot push and push and you expect a lot from just little old me, and I'm bloody sick of it!" Eveyone fell silent as Ron stormed outside, slamming the door hard behind him.
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A/N: Please reveiw! Thanks!
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Dis: No, I don't own Harry Potter period.
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Biting his lip, Ron winced as he felt the red hot wand press against his pale skin. Watching his burn darken, his legs threatened to give way, but not in front of his new master. Bowing weakly, the hood of his cloak completely covered Ron's face, hiding the phsyical and emotional pain behind his grey eyes. "My Lord...I'll serve you until my soul is no more." Ron whispered, closing his eyes as he kissed the hem of the Dark Lord's cloak. "It will be a great honour to serve you, my Lord." He added quietly, standing up slowly, to meet Voldemort's flaring red eyes. Bowing his head, Voldemort raised a large goblet above Ron's open palms, before pouring warm blood into them, blood from each of his fellow Death Eaters. "You are one of us now, your hands are soiled with our blood...And so is your soul." Voldemort's rasping voice filled the dark dungeon, which was only lighted by a few flame torches nailed to the walls.
Running his nimble fingers over the large burn on his arm, Ron wandered home in the pitch blackness of midnight. Ron paused as he listened to the large clock in the town stirke midnight. Suddenly an insane grin spread across his face as his eyes narrowed a little. Today was the day he was to start serving his master, his Lord. Still walking, Ron listened intently to his own footsteps crunching against the wet gravel. It was raining slightly, but it didn't bother him the least. Sliding his cloak sleeve down, he stepped up to the rusty gate and opened it, the hinges creaking loudly. Walking up the narrow path, he walked right up to the front of the house, pushed the door open and strode inside, into the cold darkness that met him with moonbeams running across the wooden floor.
"Ron!" Ginny squealed as Ron stepped into the bright light of the lounge room. Ron didn't say anything, letting his cloak fall to the ground, he gave a content sigh and flopped back into an armchair. "Where were you?! We've been worried sick!" But Ron still didn't move his lips, unless you counted the weird smirk. "Ron?" Ginny asked, now starting to look scared as Ron gave a hollow laugh. "If I told you, it'd ruin the surprise." Ginny jumped up immediately, now looking as though she had been Petrified. Running up to her room, Ron heard the door slam. Shaking his head, he rested back into the chair, his eyes closed, thinking. Yawning, he slowly stretched, daring to fall asleep.
Ron awoke groggily the next morning, a pain searing through his arm. Rolling his sleeve up, he watched as his burn went from pale grey to a midnight black. Dropping his sleeve, he heaved himself out of the armchair yawning. Walking into the kitchen, he paused, a worried but satisified look on his face. The rest of his family were crowded around the kitchen table as usual, but it seemed weird...And Ron bet he knew why. Ginny whimpered quietly as she looked up at him, her face, even her freckles, appearing white. "Why Ron?" Bill suddenly asked, looking up at him with a serious look spread across his face, although his eyes told a completely different story. "Why what?" Ron asked, taking his place at the table, making Ginny edge away.
"Why are you serving Voldemort?" Bill asked a little more louder, his voice rising in part fear and anger. Everyone except for Ron dropped their knives and forks in shock, causing a loud clatter in the silence.
"Because my master called, and I came to him." Ron answered simply, buttering a peice of toast as though they were talking about the weather or the latest break in at Gringott's. "He's my master now, and there's not a think you or anyone else can do to stop me."
"Ron...No..." Mrs Weasley whispered faintly, grabbing onto the back of Mr Weasley's chair to stop herself from collapsing. Ron suddenly dropped his knife and toast. "Ron! Tell us why!" Bill snapped, his eyes now flaring with fury.
"That's why I'm gone!" Ron yelled. "You lot push and push and you expect a lot from just little old me, and I'm bloody sick of it!" Eveyone fell silent as Ron stormed outside, slamming the door hard behind him.
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A/N: Please reveiw! Thanks!