He did it. It's almost over. Almost. Just a bit more. "Come on Weasley. Move your ass." Ron thought to himself as he dragged himself towards the stairs.

"Well done Weasley. You've done what the Dark Lord could not." Potter's voice echoed through the empty halls of the Ministry. "Destroyed the Auror Force. Do you feel like a hero yet ?"

"Don't let him get to you, Weasley." Ron thought to himself. "He's no longer your friend."

"Please, come in." There was a smugness in Har..,no, in Potter's voice. The door of the Department of Mysteries open itself up to him.

"Now that you're here, I wanna ask you a question." Potter's voice sounded in his ears again. "What did you think when you came back to Britain, when you've seen what I've done, did you think it the work of a... mad man ?"

"Yeah, I thought you lost your goddamned mind." Ron wheezed out as he climbed the steps toward the upper floor. "I hoped that's what happened."

"Oh yes, that would've made things easier. But I wasn't that lucky."

"You sure about that ?"

"Oh I assure you, I am as sane as you are."

As Ron Weasley, last survivor of the Unspeakables, ascended on the upper floor, he could see him. A light shine upon him, illuminating his location like a beacon in the darkness. Still lanky, but no longer scrawny. His hair were as untamed as ever. Harry Potter stood there, his hands working on a painting, the brush deftly flicking over the surface of the canvas. He didn't seem to notice childhood friend as Ron dragged himself toward the light.

"No matterhow hard I tried, I could never escaped the reality of what happened here." Harry said. "That, was my downfall." With the last stroke of the brush, he injected his magic into the canvas as painting came to life. "There, finished." He turned around and looked at Ron, and smiled. "I hope you like it."

"What the hell is going on ?" Ron asked, his voice weary.

"Your eyes are opeing for the first time." Harry told his old friend. "It hurts, doesn't it ?" Harry gestured to his work. "Go on. What do you think ?"

The painting was a horrific visage. People are being burned alive, the red hot flames licking at their flesh, charring them, their skin cracking, their body melting as they tried to claw their ways to escape. There, at the center of the painting, a mother held her daughter for the last time as she used her body to shield her child, as the flame descended upon them, their tears were burned away as their fates were sealed.

"You did this." Ron said, his voice barely a whisper.

"No. You did." Harry turned to Ron as he walked toward the far end of the room. "Your order for Fiendfyre killed 47 innocent people."

No. NO. Not like this. It wasn't his fault.

"Someone has to pay for your crimes, Weasley." Harry's voice echoed around the room. "Who's it gonna be ?"

"Harry ? Is that you ?"

"You tell me." The voice replied.

"I'm done playing games, Harry."

"I assure you, this is no game." The voice leaded on, a few meters ahead.

The last Unspeakable walked on, his feet dragging over the floor as he walked toward the voice. There, ahead, shrouded in darkness, sat a figure on a throne. Is that what he think it is ? No, no, no, no. NO. NO. NO.

There, sat upon the throne, is the corpse of Harry Potter. His body may have decayed, but there is no mistaking the faint lightning bolt scar upon his forehead. His arms hanged limply on his side. The Elder Wand. Ron gingerly took it from the corpse of his once upon a time best friend.

"It seems that reports of my... survival have been greatly exaggerated." Harry said, appearing from behind Ron, looking just the same as he was when he was alive.

"This isn't possible..." Ron gasped.

"Oh I assure you, it is."

"How ?"

"Not how. Why ? You were never meant to come here."

"We have our order." Ron said as he jogged in front of Dean and Neville. "Leave the city, contact the ICW from outside the barrier. They send in the cavalry, we go home."

"What happened here was out of my control..." Ron defended himself.

"Was it? None of this would've happened if you just stopped." Harry said. "But on you marched. And for what ?"

"We tried to save you."

"You're no savior. Your talents lie elsewhere."

A destroyed Diagon Alley.

People trappd beneath burning wreckage.

Him trying to save a dying Neville.

The voices of Dean and Neville as Ron took in the aftermath of the Fiendfyre.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT GODDAMNIT." Neville screamed toward him.

"Stop right there, Longbottom." Dean said as he held Neville back.

"HE DIDN'T LISTEN."

"WE DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE." Dean replied, his voice raising in the heat of argument.

"HE TURNED US INTO FUCKING KILLERS."

"This isn't my fault." Ron told Harry.

"It takes a strong man to deny what's right in front of him. And if the truth is undeniable, you create your own."

"What the hell happened ?" Dean asked Neville.

"I don't know, he just stop moving."

"Snap out of it, Weasley." Dean shook Ron as the Unspeakable stared blankly ahead as if entranced by something unseen.

"The truth, Weasley, is that you're here because you wanted to feel like something you're not: A hero."

No. No. Not like that. Never that.

"YOU LEFT ME TO DIE" The boggart shouted as it took Neville's form.

"I'm here because you can't accept what you've done."

"Harry ?" Ron asked as he picked up a piece of broken mirror. "Harry, can you hear me ?"

"It broke you. You needed someone to blame, so you cast it on me. A dead man."

"What's going on, Weasley ?" Dean asked.

"It's Potter. He did this. All of it."

"I know the truth is hard to hear Weasley, but it's time." Harry said as walked toward a mirror. "You're all that's left and we can't live this lie forever."

Harry turned around and level his own copy of the Elder Wand at Ron who followed.

"I'm going to count to five, then I'll cast the curse that gave me this scar."

"You're not real." Ron whispered, clutching his head in pain. "This is all in my head."

"Are you sure ?" Harry smiled. "Maybe it's in mine ?"

One.

"No... everything, all of this, it was your fault !" Ron screamed.

"If that's what you believe then kill me."

Two.

"I… I didn't mean to hurt anybody..." Ron choked out.

"No one ever does Weasley."

Three.

There was only silence. Ron pointed the Elder Wand at Harry.

Four.

"Is this really what you want Weasley?" Harry said with an air of finality. So be it."

Five.

AVADA KEDAVRA