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"The sands of time for me are running low,"
Even the last drops of blood went towards my knees; I was pale of shock, the terror within me, not him as well! I heard him breath smoothly, not afraid of anything, so pleased, yet so disappointed in me. He stepped inside, his robe was black, extremely black, that kind of robe that they wear. It was very clear for me, he had joined them too, just like her, is it not already very depressive for me that I am going to be dead today, but knowing that the people who I trusted, who I thought that they were on our side? The right side, the side that should had taken over this whole magical world. Nevertheless, no, you cannot trust anyone.
He sat down next to me, on the cold floor, smiling to my weakness, pouring the last words of his into my ears.
"She was sorry, I am not, I knew I chose the right path. You, however, are my enemy now, deadliest enemy, who is going to die. Nevertheless, I have a gift for you, before you die. I hope you will like it, because I was kind enough to give you the last gift to you." He paused as if enjoying what he was saying, "I loved her, you loved her too, Malfoy didn't but as for all, he wanted her too, but he never loved her. He just wanted to experience the pleasure of life."
"So what is this great present you are eager to give me?" I questioned. He looked at me, stared more likely, his hazel eyes were burning with joy and happiness.
"You are not a hero, unless you die." He said calmly. "However, no one knows you, at least barely knows you. They have all forgotten about the Boy who was the only one to survive the unforgivable curse," he took a deep breath, "the scar on your forehead, the numerous attempts of trying to kill, the Dark Lord. Failed, forgotten, lost, vanished, what other words are there to describe you?"
There was silence, I was looking at him, how could he, how did he dare? I mean all of the years we had shared. The laughter in his face, just three years ago, when he graduated Hogwarts with me, and I knew that this was going to happen, he was such a loser, and still is. He could not bare the fact that he would die for something good, something right, something that he truly loved; justice.
"Ron," I said quietly, "how dare you?"
"Simple, I always was jealous of you, Harry, I envied all of your fame, and now… No fame for you, just for me and them," he said cruelly, "I knew this was going to happen, I just knew, and look where I am now, look around you, where are you? I told you this was going to happen, I am delighted of my position now, you… ah well… you are just you…"
"So what is my present? The gift from you?" I changed the subject, I was eager to know it.
"Want to know?" he teased.
"Why else would I ask?" I snapped back.
He laughed evilly, and cruelly, I felt like hurting him, stabbing him, surge the blood out of his poison veins when he said it. He walked away and shut the door behind him. I could not lift even a hand; I just sat there thinking of what he had just said.
"A priest to read my death rites."
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