i'm definately going to have to raise the rating soon.
I dont own Hp or anything Hp related.
I'm sorry about hermione, i didnt want Ron to be a death eater without a cause...
Toanyone reading this but how old do you think i am?
Ron stared at his ceiling. There was a large crack going across it and several small roots were seeping through the dungeon ceiling.
He opened his drawer and found a photo, a photo of Hermione.In the earliest stages of the war something clicked inside Ron that made his guts twist and turn with anger and his mind burn with revenge.
Ron stared horrified as he saw Hermione fall to the ground.
Only screams could be heard, Ron did not hear Hermione's screams, he thought she was dead.
As he turned to look away sadly a slight movement caught his eye.
She started to get up with a limping movement amongst the battle. Her leg had been shot with a stray bullet. She turned to face Ron and smiled grimly before a killing curse hit her. It was like he was under the sea as he watched her fall to the ground in slow motion.
She was dead before she even hit it. He whirled around to face the soldier who had sent forth the killing curse.
It was somebody on the good side.
A hundred thoughts were rushing through Ron's mind.
Aren't the good side supposed to kill the bad side?
What happened?
She's dead...
He screamed as he ran towards the other soldier with outstretched hands. He grabbed the soldier who killed Hermione…and began to punch.
The one who Ron saw as a murderer was killed by Ron.
Others saw Ron as the murderer.
Ron only saw the death of Hermione.
Ron had been taken to Hogwarts for protection…for the other soldiers.
'So other soldiers will not be harmed' the report commented.
Hehad brooded at Hogwarts and everyday a darker hatred grew for the light side.
They had declared Hermione "collateral damage."
Ron had decided that what had happened to Hermione...that was murder.
This was the beginning of Ron's descent into madness and the dark.
He used to be afraid of the dark as a child.
Now he is the dark.
Nobody knew her. She was nameless. The people she once belonged with now called her a traitor...a murderer.
She stared quietly at the empty room.
Her arm burned, she was being called by him. Flinching about the memories of the last meeting she shakily took another dosage of pain killers. Healing spells could be detected, and when she was caught she would be punished even more.
She screamed silently as she ran a knife across her wrists.
Instantly reacting with the pain she placed her hands on her bleeding wrists. She realised she was going to die. She then realized she didn't want to live.
Freeing her wrists from her grasp she lied on the cold stone floor.
The slow rise and fall of her breathing pattern was getting more strained. The pool of blood surrounding her was spreading at a fast rate.
She didn't mind though, nobody would care that she was gone.
When she died, she died with regret in her mind.
Regret for becoming nobody, a killer.
Nobody noticed she was dead.
After all, she was a Death Eater.
Nobody loved her.
