A flash of green light and the rush of power exhilarates me. The young boy, a filthy Mudblood, slouches forward to the ground at my feet and looks up with vacant eyes.
With a sneer on my face, I turn to watch other Death Eaters joyously torture those of impure blood and it is then I spot Hermione Granger, in the midst of the battle.
I raise my wand up at her unsuspecting back. She turns toward me and her eyes widen with fear and shock.
"Avada Kedavra," I hiss.
She falls within seconds of being hit with the Killing curse, but it seems like an eternity. An eternity of memories of the happiness and friendship we once shared.
A part of me regrets what I have done to her, the one I once truly loved and trusted. But then, I recall how she turned her back on me to be with Famous Harry Potter. How I hated him for taking her away from me so brutally. And he thought that I, Ronald Weasley, would forget how helpless and useless I felt so soon after my friends' betrayal? No, I wouldn't. Soon, his death will be my victory for the power my Master has promised me as Hermione's will tonight.
My Master will be very pleased with me tonight and the trap will soon be laid out for the fall of the Golden Boy. I smile at the thought of the power I will soon gain and look up to the battle. Only two Death Eaters have fallen, but many more Aurors litter the ground. We have triumphed over this battle and we will win the war.
I sling the body of Hermione over my shoulder and Disapparate to my Master's headquarters.