Tick, tock.
A clock on the wall read quarter past eleven. He was sitting in apathy, not think about what he should with himself now. The pain inside didn't help him. Trying to kill the pain inside by producing pain on the outside didn't help either.
He was considering just killing himself.
Tick, tock.
He hadn't meant to do it. He didn't want to. But it was a blessing for Ron to die. Ron had been wasting away to nothing. Not eating, always in reveries. It wasn't healthy, he concluded, and he told himself that he had done the right thing. Hermione's death had been an accident. None of these things were supposed to happen. Life wasn't supposed to be so complicated.
Tick, tock.
Knowing that it would just get harder, he pushed up his sleeves to look at the intricate carvings on his arm. Each one of them had been done with the sword of Godric Gryffindor, and the designs depicted good against evil, symbols, and lions vs. snakes. He's perfected it so that the carvings took on a three dimensional appearance. He closed his eyes as he recalled slicing each of those markings into his flesh.
Tick, tock.
The other clock was beginning to annoy him. He wished it would stop ticking. It told him that he had less and less time before he'd have to go back into the world. He didn't want to go back. They'd all pity him and ask his questions. Pity angered him. He didn't want pity. It only made things worse.
Tick, tock.
He was about ready to put his fist through the infernal clock. He envisioned it collapsing to the ground in a million pieces.
Tick, tock.
He picked up his wand, made of holly and phoenix feather, and made the clock explode. It was then that the clock he had meant to ruin struck midnight.
Crash.
His green eyes widened as he saw a shard of glass fly at him. It was as if his senses had stopped working. He watched as the glass lodged itself into his throat. He tried to stop the bleeding, but knew it was futile. He was ready to accept his fate. His destiny was fulfilled. As the last of his lifeblood rushed away from him he took one last look at the clock he destroyed.
He smiled back at the nine Weasley faces that were now strewn across the room.
(A/N: Guess this isn't a one-shot, any more, huh? I'm thinking of ending it here. But anywayz I wanna say a BIG BIG BIG THANK YOU!! To all those who reviewed the one shot and were not expecting another chapter...:-)
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