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Imaginary Evils

By: suicideparty
folder Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Ron
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 2
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Imaginary Evils

Title: Imaginary Evils
Author name: SuicideParty
Rating: R
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OoTP
Summary: Part of the back story to Softer Sins.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Imaginary Evils

They bring him in, struggling against his restraints. He sees Ron and stops, eyes wide.

“Ron?” he says, voice trembling in hope.

Then he sees the robe, the mask held in his right hand, the Dark Mark leering from his left arm, mocking him.

His voice trembles with something else then, something too close to betrayal for Ron to want to think about it.

“Watch, young one,” remarks a masked figure from somewhere to his right, and Harry turns to see a man stumbling through a great archway into the chamber.

He realizes who it is just as the killing curse is muttered, and stands helpless as the man he loves falls to the ground, dead before his body impacts with the cold stone.

“Severus…”

He looks to the caster, and when he speaks this time, his voice is filled with bewilderment.

“Ron?”

Ron looks to his Master, sick at what he has done, but eager to receive what he was promised.

“The boy is yours. Bind him to you suitably, and know that if he takes one foot out of line I will dispose of him how I see fit.”

Ron knows the exact moment that understanding dawns on Harry.

When Harry looks at him, Ron shudders. It is the first time Ron had ever been truly frightened of Harry in the entire time that they had known each other.

His eyes are dead.

His voice is alive with hatred.

“You will die by my hand, traitor.”

And Ron doesn’t doubt it.
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