Beloved, sweetheart, bastard
Harry and Hermione slowly rose to their feet. Harry bit his tongue to stop a harsh reply from leaving his mouth. Hermione turned to face Ron.
"Beloved... sweetheart... bastard. It's been awhile. You sure as hell took your time coming here, are we not that high on your agenda?" Her voice echoed through the eerie night, Harry had to admire her, that she could confront him with out a trace of sorrow.
"He's too busy running around as Voldemorts' lackey, trying to please his," Harry paused for affect. "Master" Harry spat the word out as thought it were poison. But then again any thing to do with Voldemort was poison. He got the reaction he wanted, Ron's eyes flashed with anger, satisfaction consumed Harry for a moment but he soon returned to normal when he remembered whom he was taunting.
"Words Harry, that's all they are. Meaningless. Nothing. You think your words mean something to me?" Ron replied in a bitter tone. He faced his fellow Death Eaters. "Leave me with them, don't go too far, they are smart, they will try and get away, so be alert." Grudgingly the Death Eaters left, muttering absurdities.
Once they had gone it was just Ron, Harry and Hermione standing on the edge of the river, thick smoke drifting through the air, choking them as they breathed. Ron faced his victims. For a while Ron just stood there, observing his former best friends.
"I tried to save them Ron, I need you to know that." Harry's voice was said was with caution, he wasn't sure if bringing up this subject was a good idea but he had to let him know. These words had been pulling at his heart, weighing it down. Once again tears threatened to spill but Harry couldn't allow that to happen, not now, it wasn't the right time.
Ron drew his wand and pointed at Harry's heart, his hand shaking with rage.
"Kill me. Right here, right now. Do what you have dreamt about for the past 3 months. Do it. Just leave it at my death. Don't be so dam stupid and stay with a cruel murderer whom will dispose of you once he has finished with you. Believe it or not I care about you and the last dam thing I want is you dead." Harry stood tall and waited for the reaction. "Voldemort once told me to bow to death, instead I'm going to acknowledge it and give no such curtsey. To bow is to accept."
"You acknowledge you death? The famous Harry Potter, always escaping death, never having to meet it. Well guess what Harry, you will be scared, and you will beg for mercy, you will think you're safe but you wont be. I'm not going to kill you, that is Voldemort's job."
"Not afraid to say his name now? That's a new step."
"Afraid? What's to be afraid of? I lost practically everything I could lose and that's your fault." Ron's voice cracked allowing a whole world of emotions into his words; Sorrow, anger, pain, confusion. " You said you would save them Harry, but you didn't."
"I tried Ron, don't you dare assume I didn't, they meant a lot to me too." Harry shouted, rage consuming him. Months of anger hurt and pain leaking out. "It wasn't that easy. Voldemort had hundreds of dementors there, plus Death Eaters. I couldn't get to them. I tried, I would have died to save them but that wasn't enough."
"Harry, they were my family. My parents, my sister. How can I ever forgive you?" His voice shook slightly and it seemed as though he was going to cry. When Harry asked him something.
"Then why join the murderer of your family? Why? When he did this, he killed them." Desperate for answers he stepped forwards, Ron's wand digging into his chest.
"He promised to bring them back if I helped him." Ron turned his back on Harry and Hermione and tried to regain his composure. He had a duty to for fill.
Harry and Hermione slowly rose to their feet. Harry bit his tongue to stop a harsh reply from leaving his mouth. Hermione turned to face Ron.
"Beloved... sweetheart... bastard. It's been awhile. You sure as hell took your time coming here, are we not that high on your agenda?" Her voice echoed through the eerie night, Harry had to admire her, that she could confront him with out a trace of sorrow.
"He's too busy running around as Voldemorts' lackey, trying to please his," Harry paused for affect. "Master" Harry spat the word out as thought it were poison. But then again any thing to do with Voldemort was poison. He got the reaction he wanted, Ron's eyes flashed with anger, satisfaction consumed Harry for a moment but he soon returned to normal when he remembered whom he was taunting.
"Words Harry, that's all they are. Meaningless. Nothing. You think your words mean something to me?" Ron replied in a bitter tone. He faced his fellow Death Eaters. "Leave me with them, don't go too far, they are smart, they will try and get away, so be alert." Grudgingly the Death Eaters left, muttering absurdities.
Once they had gone it was just Ron, Harry and Hermione standing on the edge of the river, thick smoke drifting through the air, choking them as they breathed. Ron faced his victims. For a while Ron just stood there, observing his former best friends.
"I tried to save them Ron, I need you to know that." Harry's voice was said was with caution, he wasn't sure if bringing up this subject was a good idea but he had to let him know. These words had been pulling at his heart, weighing it down. Once again tears threatened to spill but Harry couldn't allow that to happen, not now, it wasn't the right time.
Ron drew his wand and pointed at Harry's heart, his hand shaking with rage.
"Kill me. Right here, right now. Do what you have dreamt about for the past 3 months. Do it. Just leave it at my death. Don't be so dam stupid and stay with a cruel murderer whom will dispose of you once he has finished with you. Believe it or not I care about you and the last dam thing I want is you dead." Harry stood tall and waited for the reaction. "Voldemort once told me to bow to death, instead I'm going to acknowledge it and give no such curtsey. To bow is to accept."
"You acknowledge you death? The famous Harry Potter, always escaping death, never having to meet it. Well guess what Harry, you will be scared, and you will beg for mercy, you will think you're safe but you wont be. I'm not going to kill you, that is Voldemort's job."
"Not afraid to say his name now? That's a new step."
"Afraid? What's to be afraid of? I lost practically everything I could lose and that's your fault." Ron's voice cracked allowing a whole world of emotions into his words; Sorrow, anger, pain, confusion. " You said you would save them Harry, but you didn't."
"I tried Ron, don't you dare assume I didn't, they meant a lot to me too." Harry shouted, rage consuming him. Months of anger hurt and pain leaking out. "It wasn't that easy. Voldemort had hundreds of dementors there, plus Death Eaters. I couldn't get to them. I tried, I would have died to save them but that wasn't enough."
"Harry, they were my family. My parents, my sister. How can I ever forgive you?" His voice shook slightly and it seemed as though he was going to cry. When Harry asked him something.
"Then why join the murderer of your family? Why? When he did this, he killed them." Desperate for answers he stepped forwards, Ron's wand digging into his chest.
"He promised to bring them back if I helped him." Ron turned his back on Harry and Hermione and tried to regain his composure. He had a duty to for fill.