Hey guys. This is my new story. I wrote a story called 'Together at last'
but I don't like it so I'm sort of re-writing it.
Feel free to review. Flames are (well, not welcome but...) well... you can send a flame if you want.
Yes. I'm sorry to say that the rumours are true! Ron will die. All those people who love Ron (Just like me!) keep reading. I beg you!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the storyline! (And a banana skin I fished out from Rupert Grint's trashcan!) (Just kidding!)
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Amazing love, O what sacrifice! My death he dies, that I might live – Amazing Love (Graham Kendrick)
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"Hermione!" Whined Ron as he threw his quill down on the table.
"Ron!" Hermione mimicked. "What is it? I was reading"
Ron looked at the huge book in her hands and rolled his eyes but chose not to say anything. "What's the answer to number six?"
"I'm not telling you Ron! Honestly! How will you ever learn?"
"Honestly! Do I even care?" It was Ron's turn to mimic Hermione.
"Well you should! I'm just trying to help!"
"Well I don't want your help! We were perfectly fine before, playing Quiddich, weren't we Harry?" Ron looked at his best friend for help.
Harry just shrugged and turned away. He could sense a fight coming on and thought it better to remain silent and not get involved.
"Fine! If that's the way you feel..." Hermione grabbed her book and stalked off to her Dormitory.
Harry just rolled his eyes and went back to his potions essay. What was the answer to six? Harry was glad Ron had asked, not him. That was all he needed right now. With Quiddich practice, Extra homework, not to mention the tension that any minute, Voldemort could attack...
No, He could do without all the fights Ron and Hermione had had lately. Harry had been trying to avoid them at any cost, but it was getting increasingly difficult.
The whole common room went silent when a scream was heard from the girl's dormitory. It took Ron and Harry a second to realise that it had to be Hermione, as she was the only one up there. They shot up the stairs to the girl's dormitory, but tumbled to the ground as the stairs changed to a slide. But that wasn't going to get in their way. They both held onto the handrail and dragged themselves up the stairs. After about 10 minutes of attempting to get to the top and failing dismally, Ginny came to the rescue. Harry felt his feet lift off from the ground as Ginny performed a charm that levitated them to the top of the staircase.
Harry flashed a brief smile towards Ginny and disappeared to look for Hermione.
Ron mumbled angrily to the blushing Ginny "You could have done that before and saved us the humiliation!" before following Harry.
They came to the door marked 6th year and knocked.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" Shouted Ron through the door.
"Ron? What are you doing here?" Replied a confused voice from the other side of the door.
"Can we come in Hermione?" yelled Harry
A startled looking Hermione opened the door.
"What are you doing here though?" Hermione asked, still looking for an answer.
"You did scream didn't you?" Asked Ron. He hadn't made himself look like a complete prat for nothing had he?
"I did, but that was a while ago."
"Well we...um...had a bit of stair trouble. Why did you scream?"
"Oh, Pigwidgeon flew through the window and crashed into me. I was startled, that's all." Hermione replied, trying not to show the obvious happiness that she felt. Ron looked really concerned! No, she was being silly...
"What the hell's he doing up here?" Asked Ron, craning his head around Hermione so he could see into the dormitory.
"He delivered this, whatever it is." She held out a small silver object, no bigger than her thumb. "Feel it," she urged. "It feels weird...like..."
But they never found out what it felt like, because they all felt the same lurching feeling in their stomachs, as they were transported into a graveyard. Harry felt Hermione tremble beside him.
A certain tombstone, however, intrigued Ron. He had left the other two so he was able to read the names off it.
"Listen to this – 'Cattiva and Dannoso Zabini, Beloved parents to three wonderful children. They will be sorely missed.' Isn't there a Zabini in our grade?"
But neither Harry nor Hermione answered. They were staring at the sky in horror. Ron looked at the sky, and his face immediately changed to a look of pure terror. They were staring at the Dark Mark.
"Well, Well, Well. Good of you to drop by." They turned and found themselves looking at a cloaked figure.
"Bloody hell." Exclaimed Ron, in disbelief. He had a bad feeling he knew who the cloaked figure was.
"Foolish Mortal! (A/N Happy now? Sorry 'bout the greetings bit!) You obviously don't recognise real power!" Spat the figure.
"Voldemort..." That was all Harry could say, before he collapsed to the ground, the pain in his scar too much for him to bear.
Hermione whimpered and Ron protectively pulled her behind him. "D...Don't try...try anything y...you hear?" Ron was astonished that he had actually managed to say something, even though he felt like collapsing in a heap and pretending that it was all a really, really bad nightmare, and that any minute Hermione's hand would touch his shoulder, he would wake up, and she would scold him for not finishing his homework.
Voldemort just laughed. "I don't want her, she's just a pathetic girl, with hopeless dreams and useless wishes. No, she's no use. On the other hand..." He trailed off and turned his piercing gaze towards Harry.
Ron had the same thought. He was going for Harry. Ron didn't matter. He had never mattered as much as Harry. It was more important that Harry lived. Ron didn't care anymore. Harry had to live, to defeat him, once and for all. No, It was Ron who had to die.
Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. "Finally, What I've been waiting for! Once Harry Potter is dead, I can rise again! Ruler of all!"
Harry was in too much pain to move. He had heard what they were saying, but his time had come. A sudden scene came to his mind. He didn't know where it had come from.
"Why? Why Lily and James?" asked Hagrid. He was sobbing
"We may never know. All that I can say is that everything happens for a reason. We will just have to wait and see" Replied Dumbledore's wise voice.
Yes, he was right. Harry didn't know why he had to die, all he knew, was that the curse must be aimed at him.
"Avada Kedavra." Voldemort said it with a note of finality in his voice. It was finally finished.
As though in slow motion Harry (who had finally managed to gather the strength to lift his head. If he was to die, he should at least face his murderer) Saw it happen. A green light. It was moving closer and closer. A scream. Hermione. Ron was running. He dived and then it was all over. Ron was lying life-less on the ground.
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In the burrow, the clock on the north-facing wall in the lounge room chimed. The hand marked 'Ronald Weasley' slowly turned to the side marked 'dead'.
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Thank you for reading! I will try to update ASAP! I plan to keep going with this one. Please tell me if I've spelt something wrong and I'll change it immediately!
I had a few complaints, so I went back and fixed things up a little. If you complained, please read, as I changed it for you guys. I'm still happy though... 4 reviews overnight! Yay! That's some kind of record for me! Pathetic, I know...
So here is the new improved version!
P.S I like the clock bit, so sorry. The clock says Prison and missing, so why not dead?
I have to say this... YES! RON DIES!!! Read the next chapter...
It's that little blue button down there. That's it. Now click!
Feel free to review. Flames are (well, not welcome but...) well... you can send a flame if you want.
Yes. I'm sorry to say that the rumours are true! Ron will die. All those people who love Ron (Just like me!) keep reading. I beg you!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the storyline! (And a banana skin I fished out from Rupert Grint's trashcan!) (Just kidding!)
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Amazing love, O what sacrifice! My death he dies, that I might live – Amazing Love (Graham Kendrick)
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"Hermione!" Whined Ron as he threw his quill down on the table.
"Ron!" Hermione mimicked. "What is it? I was reading"
Ron looked at the huge book in her hands and rolled his eyes but chose not to say anything. "What's the answer to number six?"
"I'm not telling you Ron! Honestly! How will you ever learn?"
"Honestly! Do I even care?" It was Ron's turn to mimic Hermione.
"Well you should! I'm just trying to help!"
"Well I don't want your help! We were perfectly fine before, playing Quiddich, weren't we Harry?" Ron looked at his best friend for help.
Harry just shrugged and turned away. He could sense a fight coming on and thought it better to remain silent and not get involved.
"Fine! If that's the way you feel..." Hermione grabbed her book and stalked off to her Dormitory.
Harry just rolled his eyes and went back to his potions essay. What was the answer to six? Harry was glad Ron had asked, not him. That was all he needed right now. With Quiddich practice, Extra homework, not to mention the tension that any minute, Voldemort could attack...
No, He could do without all the fights Ron and Hermione had had lately. Harry had been trying to avoid them at any cost, but it was getting increasingly difficult.
The whole common room went silent when a scream was heard from the girl's dormitory. It took Ron and Harry a second to realise that it had to be Hermione, as she was the only one up there. They shot up the stairs to the girl's dormitory, but tumbled to the ground as the stairs changed to a slide. But that wasn't going to get in their way. They both held onto the handrail and dragged themselves up the stairs. After about 10 minutes of attempting to get to the top and failing dismally, Ginny came to the rescue. Harry felt his feet lift off from the ground as Ginny performed a charm that levitated them to the top of the staircase.
Harry flashed a brief smile towards Ginny and disappeared to look for Hermione.
Ron mumbled angrily to the blushing Ginny "You could have done that before and saved us the humiliation!" before following Harry.
They came to the door marked 6th year and knocked.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" Shouted Ron through the door.
"Ron? What are you doing here?" Replied a confused voice from the other side of the door.
"Can we come in Hermione?" yelled Harry
A startled looking Hermione opened the door.
"What are you doing here though?" Hermione asked, still looking for an answer.
"You did scream didn't you?" Asked Ron. He hadn't made himself look like a complete prat for nothing had he?
"I did, but that was a while ago."
"Well we...um...had a bit of stair trouble. Why did you scream?"
"Oh, Pigwidgeon flew through the window and crashed into me. I was startled, that's all." Hermione replied, trying not to show the obvious happiness that she felt. Ron looked really concerned! No, she was being silly...
"What the hell's he doing up here?" Asked Ron, craning his head around Hermione so he could see into the dormitory.
"He delivered this, whatever it is." She held out a small silver object, no bigger than her thumb. "Feel it," she urged. "It feels weird...like..."
But they never found out what it felt like, because they all felt the same lurching feeling in their stomachs, as they were transported into a graveyard. Harry felt Hermione tremble beside him.
A certain tombstone, however, intrigued Ron. He had left the other two so he was able to read the names off it.
"Listen to this – 'Cattiva and Dannoso Zabini, Beloved parents to three wonderful children. They will be sorely missed.' Isn't there a Zabini in our grade?"
But neither Harry nor Hermione answered. They were staring at the sky in horror. Ron looked at the sky, and his face immediately changed to a look of pure terror. They were staring at the Dark Mark.
"Well, Well, Well. Good of you to drop by." They turned and found themselves looking at a cloaked figure.
"Bloody hell." Exclaimed Ron, in disbelief. He had a bad feeling he knew who the cloaked figure was.
"Foolish Mortal! (A/N Happy now? Sorry 'bout the greetings bit!) You obviously don't recognise real power!" Spat the figure.
"Voldemort..." That was all Harry could say, before he collapsed to the ground, the pain in his scar too much for him to bear.
Hermione whimpered and Ron protectively pulled her behind him. "D...Don't try...try anything y...you hear?" Ron was astonished that he had actually managed to say something, even though he felt like collapsing in a heap and pretending that it was all a really, really bad nightmare, and that any minute Hermione's hand would touch his shoulder, he would wake up, and she would scold him for not finishing his homework.
Voldemort just laughed. "I don't want her, she's just a pathetic girl, with hopeless dreams and useless wishes. No, she's no use. On the other hand..." He trailed off and turned his piercing gaze towards Harry.
Ron had the same thought. He was going for Harry. Ron didn't matter. He had never mattered as much as Harry. It was more important that Harry lived. Ron didn't care anymore. Harry had to live, to defeat him, once and for all. No, It was Ron who had to die.
Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. "Finally, What I've been waiting for! Once Harry Potter is dead, I can rise again! Ruler of all!"
Harry was in too much pain to move. He had heard what they were saying, but his time had come. A sudden scene came to his mind. He didn't know where it had come from.
"Why? Why Lily and James?" asked Hagrid. He was sobbing
"We may never know. All that I can say is that everything happens for a reason. We will just have to wait and see" Replied Dumbledore's wise voice.
Yes, he was right. Harry didn't know why he had to die, all he knew, was that the curse must be aimed at him.
"Avada Kedavra." Voldemort said it with a note of finality in his voice. It was finally finished.
As though in slow motion Harry (who had finally managed to gather the strength to lift his head. If he was to die, he should at least face his murderer) Saw it happen. A green light. It was moving closer and closer. A scream. Hermione. Ron was running. He dived and then it was all over. Ron was lying life-less on the ground.
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In the burrow, the clock on the north-facing wall in the lounge room chimed. The hand marked 'Ronald Weasley' slowly turned to the side marked 'dead'.
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Thank you for reading! I will try to update ASAP! I plan to keep going with this one. Please tell me if I've spelt something wrong and I'll change it immediately!
I had a few complaints, so I went back and fixed things up a little. If you complained, please read, as I changed it for you guys. I'm still happy though... 4 reviews overnight! Yay! That's some kind of record for me! Pathetic, I know...
So here is the new improved version!
P.S I like the clock bit, so sorry. The clock says Prison and missing, so why not dead?
I have to say this... YES! RON DIES!!! Read the next chapter...
It's that little blue button down there. That's it. Now click!