Ron's smile is broken for the first time in years. Is he still strong? Or is the fighting going to take more than it's toll? This could be the very last time he'll ever see the setting sun...
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Chapter two! Hoorahh.
Ok, seeing as it wont italicize OR astrix my flashback, ill have to write FLASHBACK as cheesy as i think that is. -,- So, FYI: FB is Flashback/FB is end flashback.
Enjoy.
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That night was the last night this generation of the Earth would sleep peacefully. Young children slept innocent and unknowing. The dreamt of new toys and frolicking in the fields with their best friends. Some restless children had nightmares and would wake crying. They would run to the comfort of their parents arms and soon drift into a safe rest. Teenagers fell asleep in the late night hours, home from parties and hanging out at their buddies' homes. The would calmly dream of things to come the next day, or work they didn't get done. Adults catch up on the sleep they missed from an early morning or a long day. They would have wonderful, dreamless nights where their peaceful breathing was the only sound to be heard.
As the sun slowly awoke the entire of Asia, from East to West people awoke. They started their day as normal as could be and ran through work, school and play worry-free. On the East where it would start to grow dark, no one knew of the evils outside their houses. No muggles knew of magic and sorcery, except small children who live by the laws of fairies and princesses in fairy tales. Only those of the wizard world could sense the wrongs. The dark forces that turned the very air stale and caused the daylight to slip faster from the sky. As the muggles prepared for an upcoming cold night, witches and wizards knew that on this night, something would go terribly wrong.
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Ron lie for what could be the last time, on his grassy knoll in the park. He knew something was coming. He had survived and fought through the raids of the past three years, so he was trained to it. He lived by the very thought of defeating and fighting to possibly his own death. So, by this feeling deep in the pit of his heart and lost in the back of his mind, he tried to remember his friends. He didn't even know if they were alive anymore. Lying with his hands behind his head, he watched the setting sun and thought. He remembered the countless times Harry had led him and Hermione to near death, but ended up saving hundreds of lives. Ron shook his head and laughed to himself.
Near death. Not after all this rubbish.' As the thought passed through his head the air grew colder causing another memory to invade him. The memory of the Light Lord. Albus Dumbledore. The bravest man anyone had ever known.
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FB
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Ron held two dark wizards by their necks and brandished his wand across them. He threw them down as their heads lolled back and their faces turned purple from lack of oxygen. The redhead stepped on the two cloaked and hooded figures while running to the aide of another fighting on the side of light. The girl screamed curses at a charging troop of black. One lodged a dark brown wand into her throat and hissed a curse. She collapsed and grew pale.
As the sun sank lower into the sky, the enchanted ceiling above grew darker. Ron spun around and glared at the laughing murderer. He pounced on him and wrapped his large hands around the thin neck. Strangling him before his accomplices could save him. Ron sat on his chest while putting as much weight on the throat as possible. He grinned satisfied, as he could no longer feel a heartbeat on his rough fingers. His favourite way to fight had always been the muggle way. You could be sure to get the job done.
Ron hopped off the lifeless form and scanned the room. The enormous Great Hall had been invaded just one year after Ron, Harry, and Hermione had left Hogwarts. Ron was closer than the others-who he still didn't know where they were- so he was called in for help. He saw students cowering in the corners and hiding behind the teacher's tables. Bodies of both children and adults alike littered the floor. Twelve black cloaked figures remained standing along with five witches and wizards Ron's age, Ron and Dumbledore.
Noctournous Airelle! came a shout from the right of Ron, snapping him from his thoughts. He just had time to turn and see a pale purple glowing stream shooting toward him. In slow-motion, it hit Ron smack in the chest. His lugs restricted and his head felt tight. His eyes pounded with pain. He struggled against the invisible weight trying to breathe. His knees snapped and he fell to the ground. With loss of breath, all he could do was lie and try not to die.
He could hear a scream behind him. Scampering feet and a shout.
Ginny!' he thought. He had completely forgotten she was there! Long red hair fell in front of his face as he was dragged out of the battle floor. Ron could hear no more from that. All he did was watch as blurring figures ran past and crowded around him. Then too much movement for him to focus, but he thought maybe he was breathing again. Maybe. He couldn't move a muscle, but saw as his little sister smiled at him and gave him a tight hug. She kissed his forehead and scampered away, knowing he had to fight. But, he he couldn't close his eyes as his attention diverted. He saw Professor Dumbledore stand tall and strong without a wand, as he was surrounded and shot at. An explosion of coulour filled the room with rainbow light as Dumbledore stood proud and glowing in the center. He sparkled with magic and his eyes remained open. No pain showed on his elderly face and his lips were curled into a smile. At last, the old man fell to the floor never to breath again.
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Ron blinked back any tears that had come to his eyes and sat up. He raked his hands through his ginger hair clutching tightly at the roots for security. He ran his fingers over scars on his head and sighed a painful sigh. In the past three years, he had taken a life of happiness to ignore the pain of loss. But now, for the first time in three years, his face fell. His eyes were dark and saddened and he felt weak. He lay back on his hill and sadly watched as the sun dropped the last few inches until the land was ice cold. At last, the pink glow was gone and the first stars spiked the black sky. He finally rose and walked out from the park with his head high. Trying to feel as confident as he knew he should, he spoke out loud.
There's no turning back now man.
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