I told the prick to met us at Forest Of Dean. This was going to end once and for all. Sounds corny saying that in my head. Well hopefully I'll having something for clever to say. I pull on my short sleeve black button up, dark brown pants, and lace up my black sneakers. I look over at Hermione and notice her outfit a little more spacy. She's wearing a long sleeve dark grey jumper, fitted blue jeans and black sneakers.

"Ready?" she asked tying her hair up.

"Yeah, never thought I'll have to duel one of the people that was once called 'best friend', you know?"

"I do love," she soothed wrapping her arms around me.

"Let's go make the world safer for Harmony and Heath!" I cheered humorlessly.

She grabbed my hand, the next time I opened my eyes we were in the Forest of Dean. As we landed in the forest, I heard a twig snap. Oh great! The asshole was already here.

"Where are you, Weasel!" I screamed out.

"Harry, calm down," Hermione soothed.

"POTTER! SO YOU ACTUALLY SHOWED UP!" Fire Cracker snarled.

He appeared right across from in only a blue jumper and dark jeans. His scarlet hair was now pulled back into a ponytail. I pulled Hermione behind, in that he'll get to her first.

"Let's just make this simple, ok? We throw one spell, whoever gets hit loses...THEIR LIFE!" he chuckled.

"Who's dueling?" Hermione asked.

"My sweet, only Potter and I," he answered gazing at her full love to my disgust.

"Whatever, let's do this, Weasel."

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"Avada Kedavra!" Ronald yelled.

"Protego" I cried.

The neon green light bounced off the misty circle that covered Hermione and I, and hit a nearby tree falling on Ron. Hermione and I walked towards him to make sure he wasn't dead. His head popped up from under the tree, as he started having a coughing fit.

"Why didn't you just kill me?" he croaked.

"Because, that's not me anymore," I answered wrapping an arm around Hermione.

"What do you mean?" he murmured as he began to try and pull the tree off.

"After killing Voldemort that part of my life was over. Also, I couldn't live with myself if I killed the man I once called my brother."

"What's going to happen to me?"

"While, St. Mungo's has a room for you," Hermione answered.

She removed the tree from Ron's body, then sat down on the warm soil pulling me along.

"I hope that maybe in the future we can all be like we use to, you know?" she murmured with a sad smile.

"Once I'm better," Ron told her a little tear coming from his icy eyes.

"Golden Trio!" Hermione, Ron, and I cheered.