The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair

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Author's Note: Ok! After months of author's block here we have the new chapter! And I dared to write Ron! Ron's fans tell me if it suck, for I'm not really good with him, but I tried my best. And, yes! We finally have War! And blood! And violence! Woo-hoo! Kisses for my dearest reviewers!

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RON

We were all ready when the bastard came. Our strategy was all laid out just waiting for the battle to begin. Hour after hour we had been over our war plans the day before. Harry, Dumbledore, me… I never thought I could be useful in such a way. That I would play chess with real people. That I would need to protect my best friend as I protect my king. That Hermione would also be there, a tower of strength and strait thinking. Bloody hell, they were always so much braver and wiser then me…

But Harry was my King and as all good chess players I would protect him with all I had. I had so much to lose.

To protect the outside walls and to reinforce the outer shields we dig a shallow ditch and filled with blue fire. The same fire that had surrounded Hermione and Harry on Snape's trap to protect the Philosopher's Stone or so she told me. The front gate was guarded by Hagrid and his brother Grawpy, that learned our language in the end and agreed to fight with us. The Centaurs, who had at the beginning of the war refused to participate in such matters, decided to help, since their territory was under threat. We had at least 10 Centaur archers on top of the main walls. "Precise as a clock." Commented Malfoy about them once. I had to agree. I couldn't understand how they worked out who was on whose side and how they always hit the target and the right target at that.

It was hell up there. There were hundreds of flyers all around. I myself sometimes didn't know who was who. How could the Centaurs not falter or miss a shot from so far below? 'Guess it's a gift from the race.

There were hexes and arrows and other things flying all around. That morning I heard more hexes than I did all my life. And even if both sides were using Avada Kedavra, I saw people lose limbs, explode, melt, fall petrified or stupefied, have their blood seep through eyes and ears…

I almost got sick many times. But I couldn't let Harry by himself. Not now. Not today. I already felt so guilty for the many times I did leave him alone. For the times I accused him of seeking to be a star… As I saw on the corner of my eyes what Voldemort was doing to some of our flyers I finally understood what it all was about.

Harry was our only hope. Harry was the one who could stop the madness. The only one.

Our King.

And as a King he was a leader. As a leader he had to be fierce and fierce he was. He was cold and controlled. His aim was bloody perfect but he tried his best to be as kind as possible. He killed clean. He focused his victim, dodged five curses without sweating and stroke down his first target in a matter of seconds.

But Harry wasn't the only natural born killer out there.

Moody hexed people like he had done that his whole life. What am I saying… He HAD done that his whole life. And, heck, for an old man he had fast moves. Faster than mine sometimes.

He had no shame drawing blood or being cruel. I think he had seem and suffered too much for this kind of prudery. Too old to be ashamed of anything.

But Moody only did what he needed to do.

Sirius was another matter. Sirius spilled as much blood as he could. He did seem like he was enjoying himself a great deal. More than his wand, he was using a blade, a Japanese sword. Sharp enough to cut a hair in two or to cut a head without much effort from his part. And he was good with it, and Death Eaters fell in front of him.

It looked as if we were doing pretty well. That our side was winning. That was when Harry's broom started to fall. I hadn't notice he had problems 'till he started to fall head first to the floor.

As I saw this, something in me impelled me to a dive I wasn't sure I could pull up from and to pick him. And pick him I did. Oh, and I did pull up from the dive too. Was a bloody miracle if you ask me.

As I got to the ground I had another pair of arms holding Harry besides my own. White aristocratic hands, dirty from the fighting, fussed over his pale face. Malfoy's hands. He was frantic. I've never seem him so bloody nervous. His eyes seemed to beg to my knocked out best friend to fucking wake up.

He checked the pulse. Harry was soaked in his own sweat. He seemed as if he developed a fever out of nowhere. Minutes before, he was so composed. Draco was muttering to himself. "Please, be ok, please, please…"

Not me nor him knew what to do. Harry moaned in pain and we had no idea what it was. Soon, 'Mione was beside us and for a moment I felt relieved. 'She would know what to do… Hopefully' I thought. She got a bit of ground and poured it on his forehead.

The earth stickled to his sweat but in a few parts it didn't. The uncovered parts drew a line that formed a perfect upside down pentacle. Harry's lids opened but his eyes had rolled to the back of his head and he was trembling madly.

"Fucking shit!" Hermione cursed and I worried even more. Hermione never cursed if it wasn't for a good reason. "What is it, Granger! For fuck's sake don't leave me in the dark!" Screamed Draco. "Malfoy, the fucking bastards have done a killing circle. Old magic that involve blood and names and spells I wouldn't had heard about..."

"Then how do you know all this!" The blonde answered.

"Let me fucking finish! Spells I wouldn't had heard about if it weren't for Sirius! He gave this ancient book with lots of dark magic and things that nobody remember anymore. The Killing Circle of Abu Dabi was among them. I think he felt something like this would happen." Explained 'Mione.

"Cut through the talk, Granger, and tell me what we have to do!" Draco said in a strained voice. I had always doubted the bloody bastard's love for Harry, but here he was almost having a heart attack because of my best friend. That was… weird.

"We have to kill or destroy the concentration of the wizards involved in the circle." She said caressing Harry's head laid on her knees. "There must be five groups of them around the castle. The five groups must be the five points of the upside down pentacle that delimit the area affected by the spell. The pentacle must be oriented to the West, then… There must be a group here, here, here, here and there!" She finished pointing the directions where there must be the groups. Draco was already in the air when she did. I followed suit. I wasn't going to watch Harry die. But we needed reinforcements to do this as quickly as possible.

"Black!" I heard Malfoy shouting. "Head northwest! There must be a group of wizards chanting something. They are killing your godson! Do something!"

"Don't need to order twice, your highness!" Sirius shouted back already on his way. When I looked at Malfoy again he had Dobby on his broom an instant and the next he was alone. 4 points covered.

What was he going to do about the last one? I was going to ask, but didn't. I knew now for sure that he loved Harry and thus I trusted him for the first time.