Title: Old ties broken
Author: Nixie, Fred Weasley, The Lost Weasley, whatever.
Summary: JKR has always said the last word of book 7 is scar. Here's my
(rather twisted) interpretation.
Spoilers: All of the books. Um, if you've read OOTP (who hasn't?) then you
might go busting my ass about the prophecy. You know what? This was written
before the release of OOTP. So shut your mouth. :)
Anything else?: Dedicated to Draca/Cat. She's the one who originally
planted this idea in my mind.
"Morsmorde." The word pierced the air, along with the long-feared symbol of the Death Eaters.
Harry's eyes widened. The only person he knew at Hogwarts that could summon the Dark Mark was Draco Malfoy-now soundly in Azkaban. He walked into Hogwarts Castle, a calm façade to cover his jittery, frightened body. Everywhere he looked, he saw death. Students stopped in their tracks, looks of shock upon their now-rigored faces.
He stepped either over or around them, stopping face-to-face in front of the one who now haunted his dreams.
"This has got to stop." Harry's voice was cold and firm.
"You can't stop me, or else you would have a long time ago. We both know it.Harry." The figure drew his wand. "We can do this one of two ways. You can come with me-or I can kill you. I've been given the authority from the Dark Lord."
"You've only got the authority to kill me if other people interfere. You've got to remember, I'm connected to Voldemort," He tapped his scar, "and he wouldn't be happy if you killed me. He wants to himself."
"Of course. But I also have authority to kill you if you resist." He jabbed his wand a little. "Come on, Harry. It won't hurt.much." He smirked.
Hermione sprinted in, wand drawn. "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? You used to be his friend!"
Ron smirked again. "Friendship disappeared a long time ago. So long, Harry. Avada kedavra." In a flash of green light, Harry's wand dropped from his hand and he fell back, lifeless.
Hermione dropped to Harry's side, tears streaming down her face. "How could you, Ron? Why would you? It was always you, me, and Harry."
As the second death curse was thrown, Ron's red hair turned the shade of a fireplace with new floo powder in it.
Hermione slumped over Harry's supine body, fingers tracing his scar.
"Morsmorde." The word pierced the air, along with the long-feared symbol of the Death Eaters.
Harry's eyes widened. The only person he knew at Hogwarts that could summon the Dark Mark was Draco Malfoy-now soundly in Azkaban. He walked into Hogwarts Castle, a calm façade to cover his jittery, frightened body. Everywhere he looked, he saw death. Students stopped in their tracks, looks of shock upon their now-rigored faces.
He stepped either over or around them, stopping face-to-face in front of the one who now haunted his dreams.
"This has got to stop." Harry's voice was cold and firm.
"You can't stop me, or else you would have a long time ago. We both know it.Harry." The figure drew his wand. "We can do this one of two ways. You can come with me-or I can kill you. I've been given the authority from the Dark Lord."
"You've only got the authority to kill me if other people interfere. You've got to remember, I'm connected to Voldemort," He tapped his scar, "and he wouldn't be happy if you killed me. He wants to himself."
"Of course. But I also have authority to kill you if you resist." He jabbed his wand a little. "Come on, Harry. It won't hurt.much." He smirked.
Hermione sprinted in, wand drawn. "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? You used to be his friend!"
Ron smirked again. "Friendship disappeared a long time ago. So long, Harry. Avada kedavra." In a flash of green light, Harry's wand dropped from his hand and he fell back, lifeless.
Hermione dropped to Harry's side, tears streaming down her face. "How could you, Ron? Why would you? It was always you, me, and Harry."
As the second death curse was thrown, Ron's red hair turned the shade of a fireplace with new floo powder in it.
Hermione slumped over Harry's supine body, fingers tracing his scar.