Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but they'll never take my ideas bwuhahahhaha they can't have them *runs away with the ideas*

A/N: I know that the 5th book contradicts some of these things and makes them look unorigianalish but I had it all outlined before I swear so don't hate me. Well actually I didn't really swear.only at Umbridge..but that's besides the point.

"Harry?" Neville squeaked his pale face shining with sweat.

"Yea.." said Harry puzzled. "Listen Neville you have to help me get out of this place gesturing around him.

Neville squirmed uncomfortably before answering. "Um..well - Harry did you really set a.well a Thwimble on Ron," Neville finished with and uncomfortable look.

"Sorry I have no idea what that is."

Without a word Neville had conjured up a book covered with horrible pictures of people dying in strange ways. With a clunk it landed at his feet where it seemed to give Harry a deep stare and then almost as if answering the Harry's thoughts the pages began to fly by. It finally stopped and lay open on page 437. Slowly picking up the book he found a picture that resembled the terrible thing that he'd seen that night in the Forbidden Forest and behind it lay a body..Harry's heart caught in his throat. "Ron," he gasped croakily.

The Thwimblerethra or as it is more commonly known the Thwimble is nowhere near as kind as the name may seem. These fanged, winged creatures carry he souls away from anyone who has died due to non muggle kinds. This spell when completed is similar to the Dementor's Kiss. The creatures which are cousins to the Thestrals can only be seen by those who have had the Dementor's Kiss used on them. The only other way to see these hideous creatures is either by performing the Avera Kederva curse or by being the unfortunate person whose been hit by it.

Harry looked up suddenly. "So wait does that mean I didn't kill him?"

"Oh no Harry, you've done something much worse than that," a frosty voice said absolutely dripping with distaste. "You've turned me into something completely different. In fact you wouldn't recognize me I just a shadow of what I once was."

"Voldemort?"

Harry heard a cackle and Neville crumpled to the floor. The dark cloak made his red hair stand out even more. Gasping Harry took a step back.

"Yes Harry it's me. Take a look at the powerful wizard that I have become. And it is all," Ron said pointedly, "thanks to you."

"But Ron," said Harry shakily. "I.I thought you were..well..dead."

"Well Harry as you can plainly see I'm not dead. That night you wanted so much to kill me. I should have known though. Famous Harry Potter can't even properly kill someone. But the hate you felt towards me was enough. You should have known your temper would have gotten you into trouble. The Dark Lord was able to feed off of it." Ron paused and let out a chuckle. "You know you never should have gone so deep in to the forest. You were safe on the grounds of Hogwarts but you went too far. After trying very unsuccessfully to kill me the Dark Lord arrived. But at least something good came out of it. It seems whatever spell you did cast made me realize where the power truly lies. I was finally free of what we were brainwashed into believing by that old bat of a headmaster."

Harry clenched his fists in anger as his infamous temper flared up yet again. "How dare you insult Albus Dumbledore! He's still more powerful then Voldemort will ever be!"

The room was once again filled with his malicious laughter. "You fool! The Dark Lord has already defeated him months ago." Harry's eyes grew big. "You see the Dark Lord is all powerful now. There's nothing to save ickle Harry Potterkins now."

"But," said Harry weakly. "People still care.what about Cho? Cho still cares about me, and about us."

A spiteful grin spread across Ron's face. "Oh does she now? Well we'll let you make that decision when you see what your little Cho has been up to these past few months."

The ceiling began to flicker and grow to accommodate a screen that looked remarkably like a floating television. Slowly a picture swam into view and with a crackle the sound began wafting down. The room appeared to be an old one. It looked to be some kind of old secluded bedroom that a castle would have except it had fallen into disrepair over the years. Dusty hangings hung from the four poster bed and it was all cast in a rather eerie light of the flickering candles. The voices were muffled but Harry could make out two voices. Both were easily recognizable and very familiar. The first voice was the one of Harry's girlfriend, Cho Chang , and the second was none other than.

"Malfoy?"

Ron's grin widened and he put a finger to his lips to silence Harry.

Listening intently Harry could just make out their whispers.

"Oh Draco! I've never felt this way about anyone before,' Cho exclaimed breathlessly.

"Shh baby it's ok," said Draco softly as he pulled her into a kiss. Several minutes later they pulled apart.

"I love you Draco."

"I love you too Cho."

What happened next made Harry's insides run cold and made him feel sick. With the sound amplified Harry found it completly unbearable. He tried desperately to suffocate the sound by stuffing his hands in his ears. But Ron's smile only widened and with it the volume increased. Not until Cho's squeals of delight had subsided and they had both fallen into an exhausted sleep did Ron make the images disappear with a wave of his wand. Yet the sounds still echoed in his head.

'Harry had never felt worse in his entire life. Neville and Dumbledore were dead and it was all his fault. Now to find out that Cho is sleeping with his enemy Malfoy and that she showed no sign of caring about Harry. Why had he been such a bastard to Ron? If he hadn't would any of this had happened? Who could help him now? Dumbledore was dead, Cho doesn't care where his is, Ron's turned into a death eater, Sirius was off in the tropics hiding with Buckbeak, and Hermione...she was with Krum. What hope could he have now? He was alone, no one cared and even though he'd dispaired day after day in his cell he had always had the one glimmer of hope that someone would save him. Ron had just destroyed what little hope he had left. Unless there was some way that Hermione could have found out... Maybe, just maybe she could still save him from this.' Feeling slightly more confident with the thoughts of Hermione Harry decided to speak up.

"So you think taunting me with pictures of my ex girlfriend is enough to make me roll over and let you walk all over me?"

"Oh no Harry," said Ron softly his eyes glinting in the candlelight. "I was just showing you that no one cared before you died."

Harry's stomach dropped to the floor. Die. Feeling his knees buckle Harry fought the impulse to run. To just run and leave all of this behind. To go back to the days when he had been a happy carefree teen. Now everything seemed to have gone horribly wrong. Ron wanted nothing more to kill Harry right now. And how could he blame him after how he'd treated him over the years. Anyone would get fed up. He was going to die now, he knew it, and he also knew it was all his doing.

"You wouldn't believe me before Harry. You didn't want to hear what I had to say. But now you'll damn well listen!" snarled Ron advancing a few steps. "You don't know what it's like to live in the shadows of all your brothers. Then i come to school and all I'm ever known as is Harry Potters best friend. Of course you didn't care. You encouraged it and they all listened to every word that you had to say. But I'm more than that and I'll show them. I'll show everyone that I'm more powerful than their heros. And I'll start by killing you." Ron finished gripping his wand tightly.

This was the part that Harry had been dreading. Glancing around quickly Harry couldn't see anything that he could use to defend himself. Without his wand he would have no way to block the curse he knew was coming. 'But I'm not going to let him see me run scared,' Harry thought defiantly.

Raising his wand above his head Ron prepared to utter the few words that would end his best friends life. But his once kind eyes showed no pity or remorse for what he was about to do. "Avada Kedav.."