The semifinalists were ready, the battleground was being shifted once again and the audience were roaring in delight at the entertainment provided by the dueling event. Whatever was going to happen, and whoever might win the contest—one thing was clear. The duel event was an overnight success. Already many private sponsors had been spotted in the crowds, some event managers and business agents talking to the professors about the prospective duelists they were interested in.
The new battleground was set-and it was on ...was that ice? Murmurs and speculations ushered among the audience. The organizers seemed to be doing anything and everything to make sure that the event promised entertainment. Instead of the rocky terrain, the entire battleground was one extremely large and wide block of ice.
"This is certainly new!" Daphne thought. Dueling on ice... she had never really done that before. It was a good thing that she knew some basic charms that could rough out her shoes a bit, increasing the friction between them and the ice. On second thought, she held her wand to try transfiguring her shoes into something better, but it would be problematic if the transfiguration reversed midway during the duel. No, she would have to stick with what she had.
"A SURPRISING CHANGE BY THE ORGANIZERS!" Lee commented, "The entire battleground is now solid ice, though Mister Bagman holds firm belief that the ice is very strong, and not easily broken." Bagman stood up and bowed, but unsurprisingly, Daphne did not take the man at face value.
"Well... no point complaining when you have a job to do..." she muttered.
"Best of luck, Daph!" Tracy supported, to which she nodded and smiled.
"It's Weasley, after all." Tracy teased. Daphne grinned back.
Yes, it is just Weasley after all. Nothing to worry.
Right?
Daphne stood on one end of the battleground. Fifteen feet away on the other end, Weasley stood, holding his wand stiffly in his palm. He sent a mocking smile at her, to which she returned cold indifference. Weasley just smirked and twirled his wand in his fingers.
Something about him bugs me...
"The duel is going to start any moment now, ladies and gentle-wizards" Lee commented from the background. Daphne focused on her wand in her hand and cleared her mind. A random glance at the audience, but nothing worth notice.
Harry is still not here. I wonder...
"Daphne Greengrass, Fourth-year Slytherin versus Ronald Weasley, fourth-year Gryffindor... is this going to be a battle between the rivals that the two houses have been for so long?" Lee urged, and unsurprisingly, the Houses cheered their own. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw remained indifferent and chased for their individual favorites.
Something is off about him. Weasley is...different.
"Are you ready to lose, Greengrass?" Weasley taunted.
Now he is taunting me. He has stayed mightily quiet throughout the event.
"Three, Two, one...Annnd DUEL!"
"Confringo!"
"Reducto!"
The two powerful blasting curses hit each other midway, beginning the battle between the two rivals. Ron seemed intent on continuous offense, what with the way he kept on firing blasting and severing hexes towards her, making it slightly difficult for Daphne to come to the offensive.
Ron's sneer deepened as he fired off.
"Bombarda maxima!"
A huge shaft of blinding light progressed towards Daphne, who knew that her next move could make or break. A random idea came to her, something she had done with Harry during her sessions. She whipped her wand towards the floor and focused.
"Ventilabis propellere." A sudden gust of wind shot out of her wand, shooting her upwards into the air. She managed to rise above the plane of the curse, but only just. It was odd, knowing that the spell was enough to lift her by at least ten feet into the air. Then she remembered.
The ice.
She looked down and saw the ice layer crack. Apparently, it was not as strong as Bagman had claimed.
Moron.
She could avoid the curse but the energy radiating from it left her a bit shaken.
I have to do something.
"What happened Greengrass? Getting tired already?"
How is he continuously firing so much? An adult could do it, but a teenager... especially Weasley of all people...
Daphne twisted her lips in annoyance. A sudden idea came to her mind. An old trick. She whipped her wand and began casting bludgeoners and severing hexes at high speed alternately, causing Ron to move to defensive. A trick that always worked. As expected, Ron was busy trying to counteract the two different spells simultaneously, and since the counters had opposite movements, he seemed to have some trouble trying to come up with an offensive spell.
"Seems like Potter has shown you some tricks, isn't it Greengrass?" he sneered.
Yes, he did, but this is my own.
She ran towards him, firing banishers and severing hexes at full power, her metal shield in one hand, ready to counter any sudden offensive move. Ron was still having trouble handling the offense as Daphne progressed towards him. His face demonstrated frustration- something that Daphne spotted as she progressed and increased her assault—running towards him.
I have him. I just need to reach a little bit closer.
Ron's face was still frustrated, his wand busy countering the spells with combat spells and shields alternately and turned sourer at Daphne's incoming attack as she ran towards her. The audience cheered excitedly as they watched Greengrass move towards Weasley, sure that a couple more spells and Weasley would be hurled off from the battleground. It was then that it happened.
"ARUSPICES EXPELLERE!" Ron sneered as he yelled. Daphne widened her eyes in fear as the purple curse shot out of Weasley's wand directly at her. Caught unaware and off-guard, she managed to procure a powerful Protego but it was too late. The shield shattered as the powerful entrails-expelling curse tore through it.
"CONTEGO MAXIMA!"
Harry Potter's voice roared out of nowhere as a light blue shield manifested between her and the incoming curse. However, the lack of time made the shield less sturdy than it could have been. The shield deflected away the curse, the maximum part of it anyway. The remnants of the curse still hit her, severing her on the abdomen as she fell down on the ground, groaning in agony. Ron sneered angrily as he thrust his wand towards her and yelled.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"NOOO...!"
Harry had just popped back into Hogwarts to find that the semifinals had already begun. He sincerely hoped that his angry girlfriend would not eat him up because of this travesty. He jogged his way up the stairs and was just about to take a seat beside Tracy when he noticed something different.
Ron was hurling powerful banishers and bludgeoning curses. While it was odd to see- Ron Weasley firing such powerful curses, knowing that he could hardly fire a proper stupefy properly-there was something far odder.
Ron Weasley was firing spells with his left hand.
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. His mind went back to the unknown person who had put his name in the goblet.
Daphne...
He popped off and instantly reappeared next to Daphne, his wand already spinning in his palm, as he yelled.
"CONTEGO MAXIMA!"
The bluish shield that sprang up was possibly one of the very few shields that could be cast on another person apart from oneself. Unlike the Protego, the contego could be used to shield someone else instead of one's own. He saw the bluish shield materialize in front of Daphne who seemed to be shell-shocked at the sudden change of attack.
Unfortunately, before the shield could materialize perfectly, the entrails-expelling curse hit it hard, shattering it into pieces. The majority of the curse was deflected and dissipated away, but some of the remnants remained which shot towards her. The remnants, now nothing more than a severing curse, hit Daphne directly in the abdomen, causing her to shriek out in pain as she fell hard on the ice. Harry looked up at Weasley in shock.
It was completely surreal. The Weasley boy had let himself be injured—he could see his body etched with the effects of Daphne's bludgeoner- he had allowed himself to get hurt just to be able to get a killing shot at Daphne.
Fury unleashed from Harry's mind, as his magic rose in anger towards the attack done to his love. He whipped his hand and fired a spear curse but not before Weasley had sent off the last spell one could think of.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"NOOOO.!"
It was too late, even for transfiguration, which would take more time than was available. Had the ground been rocky, he could have blasted it into an appropriate defense. Ice however, was many things, but a defense against the killing curse—it was not.
Ice!
He whipped his wand powerfully and yelled out at the block of ice between Daphne and the killing curse.
"QUASSUM TERRAE!"
Then it happened. Huge blocks from the ice surged outward, forming a thick barrier between Daphne and the killing curse—not that the curse would be affected by it—ice simply did not serve as a blocker to the Avada Kedavra. No, what Harry had in mind was something different.
The miniature earthquake caused by the earth-shattering spell on ice broke the ice block into fragments, the seismic waves pushing the fragment that Daphne was on a few metres apart. It was not that great, but just enough that the killing curse missed its target.
Daphne watched in shock as the sickly green color of the killing curse sped towards her—her body completely stiff in shock as she watched it come. One would think she had even embraced and accepted her death-she widened her eyes as the curse reached her. Then it happened.
A shadow fell on her, much to her shock as she closed her eyes, accepting the inevitability of death to come to her. The feeling of lifelessness.
The feeling never came.
Daphne opened her eyes as she felt the sudden vibrations all around her, and to her surprise, she saw huge chunks of ice holding above her like a barrier, while the ice block she was on, had fragmented and drifted apart. She witnessed the killing curse hit very near her feet, missing her by a few inches.
Her sight shifted to her left, at the towering figure of one angry Harry Potter.
Ron Weasley stood in front of Harry Potter-a single steel spear plunged into his abdomen as he stood, wand hand outstretched, his eyes filled with carnal hunger and vengeance. The wand in his hand still smoking and giving out an eerie green vapor out of it.
His vision faltered, as his eyes lowered, and found the steel spear plunged into his body, as the pain came. He fell on the ground, blood spewing out of his mouth.
"Burn in hell, Potter." He whispered. He took a small ring from within his robes, and whispered.
"Vengeance."
With nothing but a ripple in the air, the ring glowed blue, as the portkey activated, whisking him away—a heavy rumbling of thunder following his departure as the portkey broke through the wards.
Pandemonium began.
The next few moments were a complete mess—people yelling brazenly, shocked at the turn of events- Dumbledore and the professors at the center of the stage—Madam Pomfrey immediately taking charge of Daphne who still lay on the ground, her abdomen having a large gnash on it as blood drenched her robes-Harry using a spherical shield to levitate her and pop into the Hospital wing-it was a mess.
"Albus, what happened with the Weasley boy?" Madam Bones was interrogating the Headmaster who looked worried. The new wards should have told him that there was an imposter in the school—clearly, someone had impersonated the youngest Weasley boy but surprisingly, the wards had told him nothing. His mind went over the chance of exposure to Imperius, but it did not stand. The imposter was firing powerful spells, spells much more powerful than what the fourth-year Gryffindor was capable of. In hindsight, he mused that it was his oversight. He should have known that something was wrong when the Weasley boy had squirreled his way into the semifinals. It was just unlike him.
"I do not know, Amelia. I swear I will find it out, what happened to him." Dumbledore commented. Amelia had her retort ready but a surprising noise distracted her. It was coming from the corridor outside.
This is going to be a long day.
As Madam Pomfrey and Harry Potter had taken care of Daphne's situation, the professors had intercepted the uncontrolled crowd and dispersed everyone away-pausing the events of the tournament for the moment. Dispatching the students to their respective common rooms, the professors had joined the Headmaster in the hospital wing.
Fred and George Weasley had succumbed to the shock of the entire situation—it was completely brazen and unexpected. Of course, it was a common fact that Ron hated Slytherins with a passion, one that was doubled when Harry had chosen Greengrass as his girlfriend. They knew that Ron had been quite subdued over late, and with the Triwizard and everything-things definitely were not in the best form. The fact that with Harry breaking out of the little golden trio—Hermione had fallen off too, and had become extremely reclusive, leaving Ron alone with his jealousy issues.
That much was all right-what was not, however were Ron's actions. How little ronniekins became big bad enough to actually defeat multiple opponents was one thing—but to actually resort to using dark curses and a bloody Unforgivable, it simply did not add up. It was more like-
A blood-curdling scream shook them out of their reveries.
"GINNY!" they yelled, dashing towards Ron's dorm. They broke into the dorm, to find their little sister weeping on the floor, holding Ron's mutilated body in her arms. His eyes were glassy and open-a blank look of shock plastered on his face while his lips held a cruel sneer on them. His body had been gnashed in many places—the wounds still bleeding at places.
"RON!" The worried voices of the twins reverberated at the same time.
"Where did you find him?"
"Inside his dorm", Ginny answered in sobs, while the twins held her shoulders firmly for support. Dumbledore was busy whispering incantations under his breath as his wand glowed with a multitude of colors. Finally, after an exorbitant amount of time, he looked up.
"This is Ron Weasley." The twins and Ginny looked oddly at him, uncertain what he meant from it. Madam Bones however, who shared his suspicions about an imposter impersonating him-shook her head in resignation.
"The person who was fighting the duels-he was some imposter. Ron Weasley-" he commented, pointing at the mutilated boy in front of him, "has been like this for at least five hours". He glanced at Madam Pomfrey who nodded in verification.
"Someone was impersonating him? But how?"
"I don't know." Albus muttered, feeling that he had failed in his duties once again. "Whoever it was, had come to kill, or at least seriously maim Miss Greengrass."
"But-" Ginny babbled out, "Why Ron?"
Albus shook his head. "I promise to find out."
"Will he live?" Fred asked- his mind still not wrapped around the sordid events of the day. Dumbledore sighed. "He will, but unfortunately, the mutilations were not all that young Ronald was exposed to."
"What do you mean?"
Albus Dumbledore sighed. "Ron here has been a victim of possession, and let me rephrase that-he has been a victim of possession willingly."
Madam Bones palmed her mouth, as she understood what Dumbledore meant. "But Albus, surely there is a mist-"
"There is no mistake, Amelia. Why young Ronald had agreed to be a willing host to a possession, I do not know. The sad thing is- we will never be able to find out."
"Why? Is he de-?"
"He is alive, Amelia, but only just. My inferences have told me three things. First, young Ron has allowed someone to possess him, and has played the role of a willing host for at least a month. Two, someone has been impersonating Ron in the tournament. Three, this very morning, the possessing spirit made Ronald perform these...mutilations on himself, before cursing himself with the Tabula rasa curse, around five hours ago."
"The personality death curse? But that..." her words remained behind in her throat. The tabula rasa—which means 'clean slate' was a curse that completely deleted the personality of a person—his thoughts, his memories, his existing feelings and emotions—everything. It was almost like resetting the person once again-he was as good as a new born baby, with no knowledge about anything at all—speech, senses, family-anything at all.
Albus Dumbledore shook his head. Turning to the twins, he spoke. "I am going to inform your parents. If you wish, you may take a leave and stay at home for the next few days." The twins did not answer.
"I do not suppose you think that I deserve an answer as to why that bastard is here, and not in Azkaban." A strong angry voice resounded from the doorway. Dumbledore turned to face a very angry Harry Potter, with his wand sparking vehemently, standing at the door.
Madam Pomfrey had just neutralized the effects of the severing curse, and was now applying bandages to Daphne's abdomen- the lingering scar due to the hex would stay but would slowly fade away in a couple of weeks—she had pronounced, much to Harry's elation. His mind went back to his previous life—where Hermione Granger had been hit by the very same curse by Dolohov-the scar had taken two years to vanish completely—at least the contego shield had dispersed the majority of the curse.
"Will she be okay, madam Pomfrey?" Harry urged, holding Daphne's palm firmly in his own. Poppy smiled, and nodded. "She will be fine in a couple of hours, though she would do better to not perform any hectic work tomorrow." Harry felt elated. At least Daphne was safe. Now he could concentrate on that bastard who had attempted to kill her.
"RONNNN!" He heard the twins shout out the hated name, and could not help but dash out of the door. There in front of him, he found Dumbledore waving his wand over the bastard-his mutilated body having no effect on his anger. He saw Dumbledore explain something to the Weasleys, who were shedding tears. A part of him knew that some imposter had tried to kill Daphne, but for the moment, his anger took over.
"I do not suppose you think that I deserve an answer as to why that bastard is here, and not in Azkaban." He snarled, his wand sparking out vehemently, as if in tune to his boiling anger.
Dumbledore looked back at his sudden entrance, his eyes lacking the usual twinkling effect-instead they were all grim and cold, and Harry knew that the old man was very worried. "Harry, it was not young Ronald who attacked Miss Greengrass, it was an imposter. Ronald has been in this condition since the last five hours."
Whatever Harry had prepared to say, his words dropped dead inside his throat at the revelation. "What happened to him?"
"Let's just say that the Ron Weasley that you knew will never be seen again." Madam Bones commented from one side. Harry turned to her with an inquisitive look. "What do you mean?"
"He has been hit by the tabula rasa curse." Dumbledore answered simply.
"Personality Death?" Harry muttered, his eyes widening with surprise.
"So, you know about the curse." Madam Bones looked at him skeptically. "I must say, it is not something that we expect from a fourteen-year-old."
Harry looked at her coldly. "You do not expect a fourteen-year-old to save your sorry arse from Fiendfyre too, and as unfortunate as it was—I did that too. Please keep your insinuations to yourself, madam Bones."
Amelia looked shocked. "I did not mean to insinuate anything, Mister Potter." She paused, "I was just making a point. The tabula rasa is one of the darkest of curses—for a boy as young as you, however we are digressing- Mister Weasley cursed himself with the curse today morning, and has been there in his dorm until his family found him."
"Why did he do that?" Harry asked.
"I am sorry but I cannot answer it to you. You are not Miss Greengrass' family, and thus, the matters do not relate to you, Boy-who-lived or not." Amelia scoffed.
"But they do to me!" The three people looked back to find Cyrus Greengrass entering the Hospital wing. Cyrus walked into the room, nodding at everyone. "Madam Bones, Headmaster," he turned towards Harry, "Mister Potter". Harry nodded in return. "Now will someone explain to me why an assassination attempt was made on my daughter?"
"Cyrus, let us take this to my office." Dumbledore tried. Cyrus nodded. "Mister Potter, I wish you to be a part of the conversation. Please accompany the Headmaster to his office. I shall join shortly after I visit my daughter." Harry did not refute back as he nodded, joining the Headmaster to his office.
One hour later...
"So let me get this straight." Cyrus snarled. "Someone enters into Hogwarts, possesses another student-", he paused, "no wait, let me rephrase that- possesses some moron who actually serves him willfully, inside Hogwarts under your own bloody nose? What kind of a headmaster are you?"
"Cyrus, I assure you, I had no idea-"
"Are you even listening to yourself? You are the Headmaster-if not you, then -who else is supposed to have an idea? Me? The elves? Or Mister Potter?" He paused. "As it seems, Mister Potter was the one who actually saved my daughter' life—two times if what I understand is correct."-He nodded towards Harry in respect-"I fail to understand what kind of fool school you are running here."
"ENOUGH!" Albus Dumbledore returned, his eyes now cold-"I understand that you are angry, and you have the right to be, but do not insinuate that I take my duties any less seriously. I had protections secured all throughout the castle and-"
"Fat load of good those protections did-" Cyrus scoffed.
Dumbledore took a breath.
"What happens to Weasley?" Harry intervened.
"Mister Weasley will be sent to Saint Mungo's, though there is very less chance of recovery to say the truth, I am afraid we have lost him."
"Did you find out who the imposter was? From your wards?" Harry asked pointedly.
Dumbledore looked at him straight in the eye. "My wards did not reveal any other name other than Ron Weasley fighting in the duels, Mister Potter."
"But-", Harry blurted out, his words still inside his throat.
"My thoughts exactly."
It was not possible that Ron was lying in the Gryffindor dorms and fighting in the duels at the same time... unless...
"Professor, could it be possible that he had access to a time-turner?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "I have played with that theory, but it does not hold. Ron Weasley does not have the injury due to your steel spear being embedded into the imposter's abdomen."
Harry thought hard. "So Ron Weasley was injured here inside the Gryffindor dorm, while another Ron Weasley was dueling in the grounds and attacking my girlfriend? Moreover, both of them were Ron Weasley. Is that what you are saying?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "That is exactly what I am saying."
"But... How?"
"I do not know."
A few miles away from the wards of Hogwarts, a crack resounded, disturbing the innate silence of the Forbidden forest, and with that came a scream-Ron Weasley pulled out the long steel spear out of his abdomen, as the blood gushed out, making him almost fall down in pain. He supported himself up using his palms, as he began to utter diagnostic charms on the wound, as his body shifted back into his older self.
FLASHBACK
Two months earlier...
Fourteen-year-old Ron Weasley was grumbling as he walked desolately in the narrow streets of Hogsmeade. His mind was filled with jealousy and rage about how Harry had betrayed him completely. He did not even notice that he had strayed into a narrow lane uninhibited by anyone.
"Hey Ronald!"
The sudden familiar voice shook him out of his reveries. He turned back immediately as the face of the person before him shocked his wits out. Staring back at him stood a splitting image of a smirking Ron Weasley.
Few hours later...
"You... you are me?"
"Yes."
"From the future?"
"Yes."
"Bollocks!" Ron declared. This must be some kind of prank from the twins.
The other Ron smirked as he closed his eyes. Immediately, his body began to change as his muscles and other structures grew, and a couple of seconds later, a thirty-year-old Ron Weasley stood in front of him. He held out his wand- a very familiar wand.
"I swear on my magic that I am Ron Weasley from the future." The magic took effect as the bluish sheen faded from his body.
"But..." Ron tried, but failed to express the incredulity in his mind.
"Why am I here?"
Ron nodded.
"I am here to take revenge on someone. Someone who has betrayed us. Will betray us. Someone whom only you and I can stop, because no one else can stand against him."
Ron gaped. Surely, it could not be...
"Harry Potter."
Ron swallowed. "Now wait, you are insane. Harry... he is, he is addled in his brains right now. That is why he is hanging out with that bitch Greengrass. Let the tournament end, you will see he will apologize to me and be my best mate again. We are best mates."
Ronald sighed. This was going to be difficult. "Look Ron, I know you think that Harry is your best mate, but the future from which I come—he is not. Nobody calls him Harry Potter. He has a new name then."
"What?"
"The dark lord Potter."
"WHAT?"
A few days later...
"Do you understand how this is going to work?"
Ron nodded.
"Dumbledore has built some new wards against impersonation. It is necessary that you allow me to possess you."
"Will it hurt?"
Ronald smiled. "Not in the slightest. Just that we will be able to talk in your mind. You will have my own knowledge of spells and my knowledge of the future."
Ron contemplated the offer.
"Very well."
Ronald smiled.
Ronald had possessed the young Ron and figured out everything about the new wards, about the new changes in the timeline, and importantly, about the changes in Harry Potter. For one, Harry Potter was not the Gryffindor he was, his nature had changed. He had taken up his heritage—Ronald wondered if it was because of his alterations with the timeline... Harry Potter was surprisingly much more powerful too, but that could have been because the bindings in Harry's core that broken off. Then something happened that changed his perceptions.
The battle with the dragons. It was surprisingly easy. He had simply badgered Charlie to talk about the protections over the stockade that held the dragons. A little Veritaserum coupled with the confounding charm had worked wonders. With a little help of an imperiused Charlie Weasley, Ronald had been able to place a powerful explosive rune-set etched into the stockade-one that required a blasting curse to activate. Since Charlie Weasley was the one responsible for the protection of the stockade, there had been no further distractions or interference.
The remaining had been easy- Casting the Imperio over the Ravenclaw had been child's play-an irony since he was a child himself now-a well-aimed blasting curse, and hell had descended onto Hogwarts. One that would burn Harry Potter with it.
Then the most amazing thing had happened. Harry potter had cast Fiendfyre-and that too successfully. It reminded him of one single individual, the one who had demonstrated that amazing affinity to Fiendfyre...It was simply astounding, and only one situation held the answer to this oddity.
This was not the original Harry Potter. Rather, Harry Potter had indeed travelled back in time to the past. The theory proposed by Gabrielle Delacour had worked-Harry Potter had indeed travelled to the past.
So, when Harry Potter cast the killing curse at himself, it indeed did transport his soul back to the future...
Ronald did not know whether to feel excited or angry. Angry because things just got a tad more difficult. Excited because things just got a tad more exciting. The dark lord Potter was back-then the merciless killing of the Death eaters-it all made sense.
I need to get Bellatrix Lestrange out of prison as soon as possible. The cup needs to be secured.
He had been to Lucius Malfoy's manor, and had charmed dear old Lucy into doing his bidding. The secrets of the dark mark were very interesting... only if Voldemort knew what Ronald was...
He smirked.
Young Ron had been a very persuasive host, allowing him to take control at the most opportune moments, giving Ronald time and access to Harry Potter when he was most vulnerable-with the young Miss Greengrass. To see Harry Potter in love with the Raven, it was almost amusing. Then, the Veela entered into the equation.
I hope Potter is ready for the eternal damnation that I am going to put him through...
The duel event had been just as planned. He had fought using Ron's possessed body, and effectively risen into the semifinals. There was just one thing in his mind-kill the Greengrass girl. His first gift of retribution to Harry Potter... the feeling was divine.
However, damn! The girl was good. Potter had indeed trained her. That, and there was another problem- the young Weasley was not as powerful and strong as he thought. Besides, being possessed for so long was shutting him down slowly, and as unfortunate as it was, Ron was not so cooperative as before.
He will get his desired piece... or peace...
The semifinal was just about to start in a couple of hours, and it was time to set the final task into order-Ron knew too much, but he could not be killed. No, killing Ron would have unforeseen impact on the timeline.
The youngest Weasley boy would have to live.
"You know Ron? I suppose you have been a willing helper for so long, so it is time I gift you with something?"
"What is that?"
"This..." the wand hand moved on its own, as it poised over Ron's temples...
"TABULA RASA!"
Ronald had returned to his own body—the very same that he had hid within Ron's trunk-Barty Crouch Junior had the right idea after all. A couple of swished and Ron's body was mutilated- his personality already dead. He left the younger boy straddled on the floor in the Gryffindor dorms, leaving for the semifinals.
If you want something done perfectly, do it yourself.
END OF FLASHBACK
Ronald Weasley held himself up, whimpering in pain. "Harry Bloody Potter, I will not fail the next time. I will take away everything from you, just like you did to me."
### That was it. I suppose this chapter answers a lot of questions asked to me in the previous chapters. If not, well you need to wait a bit more for the remaining answers. Well, as always- follow, favorite and importantly, review.
