100 Ways to Kill a Weasley
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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93
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41,784
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236
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1
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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.
Rule Breaker (REWRITE)
A/A/N: I had to rewrite this as I broke my own rule and killed Ron before Voldemort. I tried to save as much as the original as I could, moving it around a bit. Just goes to show you . . .I’m a rule breaker too. Lol.
Rule Breaker
Molly’s curse soared beneath Bellatrix’s outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart.
Bellatrix’s gloating smile froze, her eyes began to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.
Harry felt as though he turned in slow motion; he saw McGonagall, Kingsley, and Slughorn blasted backward, flailing and writhing through the air, as Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb. Voldemort raised his wand and directed it at Molly Weasley.
“Protego!” roared Harry, and the Shield Charm expanded in the middle of the Hall, and Voldemort stared around for the source as Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak at last.
The yell of shock, the cheers, the screams on every side of “Harry!” “HE’S ALIVE!” were stifled at once.
The crowd was afraid, and silence fell abruptly and completely as Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and began, at the same moment, to circle each other.
“I don’t want anyone else to try to help.” Harry said loudly, and in the total silence his voice carried like a trumpet call. “It’s got to be like this. It’s got to be me.”
Voldemort hissed.
“Potter doesn’t mean that,” he said, his red eyes wide. “That isn’t how he works, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter?”
“Nobody,” said Harry simply. “There are no more Horcruxes. It’s just you and me. either can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good. . . .”
“One of us?” jeered Voldemort, and his whole body was taunt and his red eyes stared, a snake that was about to strike. “You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?”
Harry and Voldemort faced off, Ron inching closer and closer, shrugging off Hermione when she tried to pull him back.
”Harry said to let him deal with Voldemort, Ron! It has to be him,” the bushy-haired witch hissed.
“Well, I want to be close. That scaly fuck tried to kill my mum,” Ron seethed, death in his blue eyes.
Seeing he wouldn’t listen to reason, Hermione reluctantly let him go.
”Just stay out of Harry’s way,” she called after him.
Everyone else was doing just that as the two wizards taunted and mocked each other.
“So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it?” whispered Harry. “Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does . . . I am the true master of the Elder Wand.”
Ron was shaking his head.
”No, Harry. Draco didn’t kill Dumbledore . . . Snape did. You’re going to get killed,” he muttered under his breath, feeling as if his heart was in his throat. "Voldemort killed Snape . . . that means he is the Master of the Elder Wand. Draco only disarmed the Headmaster. Snape killed him. Killing Dumbledore had to mean more than disarming him, Harry."
Ron didn’t know about Snape’s memories, or that Harry knew what Snape had done was not murder. It was . . . a kindness, a promise fulfilled. He never overcame Albus Dumbledore.
A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort’s was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco’s wand.
Ron ran at Voldemort, fear lending wings to his feet as he dove at the wizard.
”Ron! NO!” Hermione, Molly and Ginny screamed at the same time.
“Avada Kedavra!”
“Expelliarmus!”
The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort’s green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last.
But he didn’t see Ron, practically on top of the despot, running to his aid.
And Harry, with the unerring skill of a Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing..
Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Fate had cast a final cruel hand, taking Harry’s best friend and Hermione’s future husband with him.
Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy’s shell and the body of his best friend lying slightly under him.
After one shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended, and then Harry rushed forward and kicked Voldemort off of Ron.
”Ron! NO! Ron!” Harry cried as he dropped, grief and horror in his voice.
Hermione was the first to run forward as the screaming began. A number of Death Eaters were still viable, still willing to fight. Hermione ran past Henry Jugson, a low level Death Eater of no particular note. He recognized her and pointed his wand at the witch.
If he killed Harry Potter’s other best friend, he’d be remembered for years.
“You will be avenged, my Lord,” Jugson hissed. “Avada Kedavra!”
There was so much yelling and cheering going on, no one heard the curse being cast, and Hermione was bending over Ron, unaware that death was flying toward her.
”Get out of the way!” a familiar voice hissed as the blazing streak of green light flew towards her.
Suddenly, a shimmer collided with Hermione, driving her out of the path of the spell, which hit an unfortunate Death Eater, killing her instantly.
Dazed and frightened, Hermione felt a weight lift off her as everyone either sobbed over Ron or tackled Jugson.
“Who are you?” Hermione said to the shimmer as she was helped to her feet by a strong, warm hand.
“Your savior,” a silken voice replied, “which is more than I can say for any of you lot. You watched me die . . . technically. But no matter. You now owe me a ‘Life Debt’ Miss Granger. One day I will return to collect it in spades.”
Hermione shivered as she felt a thin finger slowly trace her jaw line. The sound of Apparition quickly followed, everyone looking about in disbelief. Who was that? No one was supposed to be able to Apparate on the grounds of Hogwarts.
But then again, no one was supposed to be able to come back from the dead either.
Apparently, the former Potions master was a bit of a rule breaker himself, and a good one.
Hermione walked back over to Ron’s body. Voldemort lay there ignored, like a piece of cast-off parchment. Harry was on his knees beside his dead friend, sobbing, and Arthur clutched Molly close as she wailed. She’d lost yet another son. Ginny stood by quietly, only her streaming tears giving any hint of her pain at losing Ron. George and Percy stood beside her, both of their faces grim.
As Hermione looked down at her dead beau, Molly’s forlorn cries falling on her ears and the din around her continuing, she knew Ron didn’t have Snape’s luck, skill or whatever had saved him.
Unlike the professor, Ron wasn’t ever coming back.
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Original A/N: As you probably know, the first 11 paragraphs as well as some interspersed paragraphs are taken directly from “Deathly Hallows.” Thanks JKR.
Technically I’m on a week’s vacation for writing, because the muse has been very elusive, and rather than have folks waiting for updates that just weren’t coming, I decided to give them a week off too. It was a bit of reverse psychology. I’m hoping my muse is perverse enough to hit me with inspiration to write just because I publicly said I wouldn’t. lolol. So she did. But not with any of my stories damn it.
Well, what can you do? Anyway, we’re far from one hundred Weasley deaths. When we reach it, I am going to close the story. I think it’s going to be a while. For those who didn’t know. I made a home recording of “100 Ways to Kill Ron Weasley.” The link is http://theburningpen.com/100ways.m3u . It was something creative to do while I draw blanks. Take care all.
Rule Breaker
Molly’s curse soared beneath Bellatrix’s outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart.
Bellatrix’s gloating smile froze, her eyes began to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.
Harry felt as though he turned in slow motion; he saw McGonagall, Kingsley, and Slughorn blasted backward, flailing and writhing through the air, as Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb. Voldemort raised his wand and directed it at Molly Weasley.
“Protego!” roared Harry, and the Shield Charm expanded in the middle of the Hall, and Voldemort stared around for the source as Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak at last.
The yell of shock, the cheers, the screams on every side of “Harry!” “HE’S ALIVE!” were stifled at once.
The crowd was afraid, and silence fell abruptly and completely as Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and began, at the same moment, to circle each other.
“I don’t want anyone else to try to help.” Harry said loudly, and in the total silence his voice carried like a trumpet call. “It’s got to be like this. It’s got to be me.”
Voldemort hissed.
“Potter doesn’t mean that,” he said, his red eyes wide. “That isn’t how he works, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter?”
“Nobody,” said Harry simply. “There are no more Horcruxes. It’s just you and me. either can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good. . . .”
“One of us?” jeered Voldemort, and his whole body was taunt and his red eyes stared, a snake that was about to strike. “You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?”
Harry and Voldemort faced off, Ron inching closer and closer, shrugging off Hermione when she tried to pull him back.
”Harry said to let him deal with Voldemort, Ron! It has to be him,” the bushy-haired witch hissed.
“Well, I want to be close. That scaly fuck tried to kill my mum,” Ron seethed, death in his blue eyes.
Seeing he wouldn’t listen to reason, Hermione reluctantly let him go.
”Just stay out of Harry’s way,” she called after him.
Everyone else was doing just that as the two wizards taunted and mocked each other.
“So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it?” whispered Harry. “Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does . . . I am the true master of the Elder Wand.”
Ron was shaking his head.
”No, Harry. Draco didn’t kill Dumbledore . . . Snape did. You’re going to get killed,” he muttered under his breath, feeling as if his heart was in his throat. "Voldemort killed Snape . . . that means he is the Master of the Elder Wand. Draco only disarmed the Headmaster. Snape killed him. Killing Dumbledore had to mean more than disarming him, Harry."
Ron didn’t know about Snape’s memories, or that Harry knew what Snape had done was not murder. It was . . . a kindness, a promise fulfilled. He never overcame Albus Dumbledore.
A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort’s was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco’s wand.
Ron ran at Voldemort, fear lending wings to his feet as he dove at the wizard.
”Ron! NO!” Hermione, Molly and Ginny screamed at the same time.
“Avada Kedavra!”
“Expelliarmus!”
The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort’s green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last.
But he didn’t see Ron, practically on top of the despot, running to his aid.
And Harry, with the unerring skill of a Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing..
Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Fate had cast a final cruel hand, taking Harry’s best friend and Hermione’s future husband with him.
Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy’s shell and the body of his best friend lying slightly under him.
After one shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended, and then Harry rushed forward and kicked Voldemort off of Ron.
”Ron! NO! Ron!” Harry cried as he dropped, grief and horror in his voice.
Hermione was the first to run forward as the screaming began. A number of Death Eaters were still viable, still willing to fight. Hermione ran past Henry Jugson, a low level Death Eater of no particular note. He recognized her and pointed his wand at the witch.
If he killed Harry Potter’s other best friend, he’d be remembered for years.
“You will be avenged, my Lord,” Jugson hissed. “Avada Kedavra!”
There was so much yelling and cheering going on, no one heard the curse being cast, and Hermione was bending over Ron, unaware that death was flying toward her.
”Get out of the way!” a familiar voice hissed as the blazing streak of green light flew towards her.
Suddenly, a shimmer collided with Hermione, driving her out of the path of the spell, which hit an unfortunate Death Eater, killing her instantly.
Dazed and frightened, Hermione felt a weight lift off her as everyone either sobbed over Ron or tackled Jugson.
“Who are you?” Hermione said to the shimmer as she was helped to her feet by a strong, warm hand.
“Your savior,” a silken voice replied, “which is more than I can say for any of you lot. You watched me die . . . technically. But no matter. You now owe me a ‘Life Debt’ Miss Granger. One day I will return to collect it in spades.”
Hermione shivered as she felt a thin finger slowly trace her jaw line. The sound of Apparition quickly followed, everyone looking about in disbelief. Who was that? No one was supposed to be able to Apparate on the grounds of Hogwarts.
But then again, no one was supposed to be able to come back from the dead either.
Apparently, the former Potions master was a bit of a rule breaker himself, and a good one.
Hermione walked back over to Ron’s body. Voldemort lay there ignored, like a piece of cast-off parchment. Harry was on his knees beside his dead friend, sobbing, and Arthur clutched Molly close as she wailed. She’d lost yet another son. Ginny stood by quietly, only her streaming tears giving any hint of her pain at losing Ron. George and Percy stood beside her, both of their faces grim.
As Hermione looked down at her dead beau, Molly’s forlorn cries falling on her ears and the din around her continuing, she knew Ron didn’t have Snape’s luck, skill or whatever had saved him.
Unlike the professor, Ron wasn’t ever coming back.
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Original A/N: As you probably know, the first 11 paragraphs as well as some interspersed paragraphs are taken directly from “Deathly Hallows.” Thanks JKR.
Technically I’m on a week’s vacation for writing, because the muse has been very elusive, and rather than have folks waiting for updates that just weren’t coming, I decided to give them a week off too. It was a bit of reverse psychology. I’m hoping my muse is perverse enough to hit me with inspiration to write just because I publicly said I wouldn’t. lolol. So she did. But not with any of my stories damn it.
Well, what can you do? Anyway, we’re far from one hundred Weasley deaths. When we reach it, I am going to close the story. I think it’s going to be a while. For those who didn’t know. I made a home recording of “100 Ways to Kill Ron Weasley.” The link is http://theburningpen.com/100ways.m3u . It was something creative to do while I draw blanks. Take care all.