Ron appeared with a pop next to a fallen log that seemed to beckon him forward. Letting out a long breath he muttered a weak lighting spell so that he could see the way he started to walk forward, all the while his thought were on that of his once best friend. It hurt so much that he would do something so vile towards him, but somewhere deep down he knew that Blaise was capable of it. More than anything he was mad at himself for being so naive. He went to school with Pansy. She was always promiscuous, what made him think that she would change her ways for him?
He sighed again. He didn't know what he could do about her for the moment, but he sure as heck knew what he was going to do to his once best friend. He was going to curse the living daylights out of him. Thinking back to his second year in Hogwarts he smiled. "Then when he can take no more, I'll make him puke slugs." He muttered as he gripped his father's wand tightly. He wasn't quite sure what mad him take that particular wand, but he was kind of grateful for it. If anything unfortunate were to happen tonight, the wand couldn't be traced to him.
As he got closer he watched the ground so that he was sure not to make any noise that might alert anyone. Squinting in the dim light, he noticed a slight indent in the damp moss that covered the floor of the woods. Frowning, he bent to get a closer look. Footprints, and by the size of them they don't belong to Blaise. An uneasy feeling came upon him. He knew that all of Blaise's acquaintances would apperate directly to his front door unless, like Ron, they wanted to take the man by surprise.
As he neared the house, his uneasiness grew. So much that his wand hand trembled, and his breaths came to short for them to supply him any decent amounts of oxygen. Forgetting his stealthiness, he walked quickly around to the back of the house where he found a light coming from one of the windows. He clenched his teeth and walked forward to peer inside.
What he saw immediately sickened him. Blaise was lying supine, his face contorted with pain. But what made Ron double over and empty his stomach were the blank eyes that seemed to be staring straight through him. His friend was dead.
Ron sat on the ground shaking. He knew that she should get out of there, as the ministry would have detected the killing curse and would probably be there at any moment. But he couldn't seem to move. And so, when he felt a grip on the front of his robs pulling him into a standing position, he didn't struggle. His father's wand was ripped out of his hand from someone behind him the movement bringing him back to reality. Looking around he counted a total of five aurors surrounding him.
"Why did you do it?" The one gripping him asked in an angry tone.
A single tear made it's way down Ron's face as he tried to find the words to answer, but they too had abandoned him.
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