Harry sat dizzy & bound to the chair, his shirt soaked with blood. Ron had
cut him several more times. Harry leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Ron had gone insane and now he, Harry was to die. Why was he going through
all this just for a girl, even if she was smart, beautiful, nice and funny?
He answered his own question. Hermione was a wonderful girl and he was in
love with her. While he sat thinking, Ron who had been sharpening his
already very sharp knife came back over to him.
"So, have we reached a decision yet? Knife or wand?" Harry looked up to him and said weakly,
"Neither." He then, with what strength he had left, stood up still binded to the chair and kicked Ron In the stomach. Ron let go of his knife and fell down, his nose and lip bleeding from the impact. Harry stooped down and grabbed the knife and cut himself free. He then picked up his wand that Ron had sat aside from him and pointed it at him.
"I thought you were my friend," Harry shouted. Ron stood up and grabbed his wand.
"We were Never friends. You were always the one who got the credit for everything, its always Harry, Ron, and Hermione, never Ron, Harry and Hermione. Saint Potter, I always loathed you."
He finished, his wand pointed to Harry's forehead, and Harry's to his.
"And what, you think I like to be the center of attention? You think I like to be bombarded with questions and photographers every time I go into a bloody shop? Don't you think for once I'd like to go and buy a quill without being on the front if the Daily Prophet the next day? I'd gladly give you my life style if I could; give you this bloody scar on my head too."
He finished with rage.
"Well, I don't see you trying to stop them." Ron said. Harry walked closer to Ron until his wand was touching Ron's head. Ron had lowered his in fear. Harry took a deep breath and yelled, "CRUCIO!"
With a flash of blue light and sparks, Ron was thrown across the dark room.
"So, have we reached a decision yet? Knife or wand?" Harry looked up to him and said weakly,
"Neither." He then, with what strength he had left, stood up still binded to the chair and kicked Ron In the stomach. Ron let go of his knife and fell down, his nose and lip bleeding from the impact. Harry stooped down and grabbed the knife and cut himself free. He then picked up his wand that Ron had sat aside from him and pointed it at him.
"I thought you were my friend," Harry shouted. Ron stood up and grabbed his wand.
"We were Never friends. You were always the one who got the credit for everything, its always Harry, Ron, and Hermione, never Ron, Harry and Hermione. Saint Potter, I always loathed you."
He finished, his wand pointed to Harry's forehead, and Harry's to his.
"And what, you think I like to be the center of attention? You think I like to be bombarded with questions and photographers every time I go into a bloody shop? Don't you think for once I'd like to go and buy a quill without being on the front if the Daily Prophet the next day? I'd gladly give you my life style if I could; give you this bloody scar on my head too."
He finished with rage.
"Well, I don't see you trying to stop them." Ron said. Harry walked closer to Ron until his wand was touching Ron's head. Ron had lowered his in fear. Harry took a deep breath and yelled, "CRUCIO!"
With a flash of blue light and sparks, Ron was thrown across the dark room.