Everything is JK Rowling's except for the plot.. that's mine.
""dreaming""
Thoughts
"speaking"
Chapter 3---Speaking "One year ago today the greatest and the bravest of the magical world's wizards and witches gathered on this field to fight the bloodiest battle in our long history. Hundreds of us were killed or severely injured. There is not one child or adult wizard or witch that has not lost at least one person that they knew and loved dearly. The battle raged for five days and in that time the bravest of us all fell to Voldemort's forces. Brave people like Colin Creevy, Neville Longbottom, Cho Chang, and my brothers George and Percy Weasley. At the end of those five days, the boy-who-lived Harry Potter stepped onto the field to call out the coward Voldemort, with Hermione Granger, his fiancé, by his side."
"Accepting Harry Potter's challenge, Voldemort and Harry dueled as we all watched helplessly on the sidelines forgetting that we were in the middle of a battlefield with enemies all around us. Suddenly, Harry Potter called out to Hermione that this was the time; this was the only chance they had. A bright light surrounded them and blinded those watching. I could feel energy pouring into me, but I didn't know where it was coming from. Until the light started to dim and I could see my two best friends Hermione and Harry growing older and weaker as I grew stronger. I tried to stop them but they were determined. When the last of their life energies flowed through my veins I could almost hear Harry telling me what to do. I attacked, remembering all the time that my friends had given their lives so I could kill Voldemort. With one curse Voldemort exploded. And that was the end of the battle."
"Still more died that day as the Death-eaters refused to give up. Still more stupid deaths. But Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had defeated Voldemort, through me. And that is why we celebrate today. We celebrate the bravery shown by all that died and all that lived. Do not call me a hero. Those who died were heros, not me. We cannot forget them. If we do, we could face a problem worse than Voldemort. That is all. Thank you."
Slowly Ron turned from the masses of wizards and witches assembled before him on the green field that had turned blood red just one short year ago. Those near him could see tears held back in his eyes and also a sense of rage. Puzzled most shuffled it aside to the major loses of his two best friends in the horrible battle. But Ginny Weasley knew better. Ron was up to something, and it wasn't something good.
""dreaming""
Thoughts
"speaking"
Chapter 3---Speaking "One year ago today the greatest and the bravest of the magical world's wizards and witches gathered on this field to fight the bloodiest battle in our long history. Hundreds of us were killed or severely injured. There is not one child or adult wizard or witch that has not lost at least one person that they knew and loved dearly. The battle raged for five days and in that time the bravest of us all fell to Voldemort's forces. Brave people like Colin Creevy, Neville Longbottom, Cho Chang, and my brothers George and Percy Weasley. At the end of those five days, the boy-who-lived Harry Potter stepped onto the field to call out the coward Voldemort, with Hermione Granger, his fiancé, by his side."
"Accepting Harry Potter's challenge, Voldemort and Harry dueled as we all watched helplessly on the sidelines forgetting that we were in the middle of a battlefield with enemies all around us. Suddenly, Harry Potter called out to Hermione that this was the time; this was the only chance they had. A bright light surrounded them and blinded those watching. I could feel energy pouring into me, but I didn't know where it was coming from. Until the light started to dim and I could see my two best friends Hermione and Harry growing older and weaker as I grew stronger. I tried to stop them but they were determined. When the last of their life energies flowed through my veins I could almost hear Harry telling me what to do. I attacked, remembering all the time that my friends had given their lives so I could kill Voldemort. With one curse Voldemort exploded. And that was the end of the battle."
"Still more died that day as the Death-eaters refused to give up. Still more stupid deaths. But Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had defeated Voldemort, through me. And that is why we celebrate today. We celebrate the bravery shown by all that died and all that lived. Do not call me a hero. Those who died were heros, not me. We cannot forget them. If we do, we could face a problem worse than Voldemort. That is all. Thank you."
Slowly Ron turned from the masses of wizards and witches assembled before him on the green field that had turned blood red just one short year ago. Those near him could see tears held back in his eyes and also a sense of rage. Puzzled most shuffled it aside to the major loses of his two best friends in the horrible battle. But Ginny Weasley knew better. Ron was up to something, and it wasn't something good.
