a writer now (katshakespeare) wrote in world_of_wonder,
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What multiple personalities can do to you...

Alright, first off, I need to apologise for not reading and commenting as much as I should. Have been incredibly busy, though I hope that, after I meet my daily quotient (though I'm usually on a roll and just keep writing) for NaNoWriMo and revise my American Lit. paper and complete my Spanish cuaderno, I will have a few extra hours (or just minutes) to go back and do some reading and commenting. Don't quote me on it though :-)

Now, as for this, it needs a bit of an explanation. It's a Harry Potter RPG, really, because it was written for Aparecium. On Halloween a group of Death Eaters stormed Hogwarts in attempts to take it. Because of another RP I did, my Ron was outside just before they got there. Since I play both Ron and Bellatrix, the mod. asked me to write up an encounter between the to of them. And so, I bring you ... the result.

Do hope you all enjoy.


Ron didn’t want to sit by the lake, because it reminded him of Alicia and how much of a prat he was to her. And he didn’t want to go to the pitch, because then he thought about Quidditch, and Quidditch made him think about Viktor Krum, and Krum made him think about the fact that Hermione (whom he never would have taken to be materialistic) liked Krum - rich, famous, ugly-as-hell, and hard-to-understand Krum - and didn’t like Ron.

He sat on the hill behind Hagrid’s hut, a bit cold at having thrown off the careful work of Hermione’s cravat and waistcoat, his long legs drawn up to his chest and his chin resting on his knees.

Bellatrix led a group of Death Eaters out of the Forbidden Forest. She smiled to herself, marveling at how easy this was sure to be. She could already feel the warm wood of that old bat’s chair as she perched in it, death and destruction all around her. The path to the castle was clear, save one solitary redhead who Bella immediately recognized as Harry Potter’s little Weasel sidekick.

"Go on," she ordered her companions, giving a stern nod to the castle. "I’ll take care of the Weasley."

She swept over to him, black robes and hair billowing out behind her. As she approached him, she noticed his tear stained cheeks, and she laughed shrilly.

Ron’s head shot up and his eyes widened in a gasp. He stumbled to his feet, shuffling for his wand.

"Accio wand," Bella hissed, catching it as it flew at her. "Aw, look! Not only is the ickle Weasel missing his wand now, but he’s crying too. What? Did you boyfriend Potter dump you for another girl?"

Ron’s face turned red and he lunged at her.

Bella was too quick, though, and had sent the boy spiraling backward with a stunning spell. "You’d do best to keep silent, boy," she said, her eyes flashing dangerously.

He made it to his knees. "What are you doing here?”"he spat.

She looked amused. "My friends and I have an appointment with the dear old Headmaster." Her gaze traveled to the crowd of Death Eaters marching towards the school.

He glared. "You’ll never get away with it." Ron stood up, facing her, good fist (his other still hurt like hell) clenched at his side.

"I happen to have a very dear nephew ensuring that we do."

"Malfoy!" Ron hissed, face reddening even more.

She laughed. "I see you know him." Bellatrix tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Now, what are you going to do about me, I wonder. Ickle boy," she pouted, mockingly, "with no wand to defend himself." She twirled his wand around between two fingers.

Clenching his jaw, he said nothing, but his gaze flickered over to his wand, his mind working on a way to retrieve it.

She laughed again, and tossed the wand at him. "Come, boy, we’ll duel."

Ron almost dropped the Ron, having instinctively caught it with his broken hand. He switched hands, clutching at it. He’d never been very good at this. "Expelliarmus!" he said at her.

She cast a blocking shield around herself for a moment, forcing the curse back to Ron, knocking him over and his wand out of his hand. She stomped her booted foot down on his good hand, and he both felt and heard the cracking of bones. He let out a howl of pain.

"A valiant effort, for an ickle Gryffindor, Weasel, but I fear I have no time for your silly little games." Bellatrix pointed her wand at his chest.

Ron fought back the urge to close his eyes. He had to see the face of his killer. Heaving a heavy breath, he steeled himself for the nothingness to come.

"Crucio," she whispered, her eyes bright, and her face contorting in sheer pleasure.

Ron couldn’t help but squeeze his eyes shut at the excruciating pain. Far away, in a place where he couldn’t feel himself being ripped apart inch by inch, he could hear Bellatrix cackling madly. The pain was blinding, and his body tensed and jerked on the ground while Bella watched on in delight.


She jerked her hand away and looked toward Lucius Malfoy. "You’ll have time to play once inside the castle."

Her lips curved into a smile, and she licked her lips in anticipation as she, without a second glance back at Ron, hurried up the hill to retake her position in command.

Ron’s body twitched and jerked again, his head lolling to the side as his body finally went still. Just before he lost consciousness, though, he could see the picture of the Trio he had given Hermione for her birthday, and a tear slid down his cheek.
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