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Star of the Weasley Family 24 - The Luck Of Ron Weasley
🕑 Added 2024-10-01 19:46:17 +0000 UTCIt was an extremely relaxing sleep. Fleur's arms embraced him the entire night, her smooth breath made faint sounds. Peaceful, as he had finally confessed what was in his heart. Even when he woke up in the morning, he silently stared above, holding the quarter-Veela fondly.
Blimey, I don’t want to get off this bed. Don’t want to go out there and fight.
It was 6 in the morning, a serene and calm time of the day. He looked to Fleur's bedside, and there was the small cradle with Anne sleeping.
Let's make it the last one.
He gently moved Fleur's hand away from his body and slid off the bed. Of course, it was early morning, and with her ethereal beauty so close, he was rock hard. Morning wood was no myth, but a fact.
But she looked so gorgeous sleeping that he couldn’t bring himself to wake her up. So, he just walked over to the cradle, made sure the little baby girl was fine, and then left the room to freshen up and head out to the Ministry.
It was time to put that luck to better use.
He washed his face and went to the kitchen to grab some food. But, the sound of something sizzling on the pan was already coming from there. He reckoned the elves were at it, but when he arrived, it turned out to be Apolline.
"Morning, Monsieur Weasley." Apolline looked back and smiled at him.
Ron walked into the kitchen to get some water. "Good morning, Mrs. Delacour."
"Oh, call me Apolline. There ez no need for zis formalities, non?"
Ron sighed to himself. Having been extremely intimate with this woman, it was hard to throw all the thoughts out. Especially when she was still in her silk nightgown with no sleeves, thin strings on her shoulder, and only down to her thighs.
Her wide, bouncy ass was so distinctively noticeable that he could make out the slit between them. Her creamy, fleshy thighs were visible and stirred his manhood. She wore an apron too, but that was only hiding her front.
No—No, more. I will not get involved with any other woman again!
"'Ow loud you two were last night! I 'ad to use a bit of magic to calm leetle Anne." Apolline said, her tone laced with tease. "Hehe, ze blessing of youth, non?"
Ugh, she's always too frank.
Ron emptied the glass of water and walked over to her. He stood beside her and looked at her face. A few, blonde locks of hair were falling down on the sides of her face, while her bun was loose, as if tied in a rush. However, when he looked down, he pinched himself to hold it all in.
Her apron barely covered her breasts, and her nightgown was too low-cut. Her cleavage and so much more was visible—her large, voluptuous, feastful breasts were struggling to stay hidden.
"Mrs… I mean, Apolline, I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to marry Fleur." Ron's voice was steady, his usual awkwardness gone. He knew this moment mattered. "I hope you'll let me put a ring on her finger."
Apolline put the spatula away and turned to face Ron. There was amusement in her eyes, but no shock. She had already met Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, after all. But hearing it from Ron was far more assuring.
"Ah, I used to zink you were immature, a brute, and a foolish boy when Fleur told me about you ze first time. I thought you were weak." Apolline stepped closer to him until her amazing globes of flesh pressed against his lower chest. She looked up at him softly and traced her lovely fingers on his cheeks. "Ah, but of course, I was wrong. You are a true man, and you 'ave proven eet to me completely, no? I cannot deny eet any longer."
Ron gulped, forced to look away from her breasts. Heck, even her face was charming. The trace of plumpness, her ripe lips, and those big eyes. They were harder to fight than a Dementor.
"But…" Apolline suddenly moved her other hand and cupped his pants in the middle, his erection hot and throbbing. "You must prove yourself one more time before I say yes to eet."
Ron frowned, truly not wanting to mess up anymore.
Yes, he was utterly aroused by her invitation. He wouldn’t have wasted even a second if it was him from a few months ago. But now, he wanted to control himself better.
"Apolline, I really wish I could, but… it’s just not right. It wouldn’t be fair to Fleur. I don’t want to hurt her, not at all."
"Hurt? Hah." Apolline laughed suddenly. "Ah, mon cher, so naive. I told you once about ze Veela appetite, non? Fleur, she is a quarter Veela, and already she ez raging half ze day! If I am half Veela, zhat means… well, you can imagine, oui? Besides, she already knows. She heard us ze first time, and she giddily asked me, ‘Isn’t he good?’ So, if you wish to be part of zis family, you must learn to take care of us, Monsieur Weasley."
Ron's mouth fell open a bit in shock. He frowned then. "D-Does that mean… Mr. Delacour also…"
"Non, non, non… Never! Zey are his daughters, just like Anne is to you. But he took care of me, my three sisters, and my maman." Apolline replied and turned back towards the pan to flip with the spatula. She turned her round ass with a seductive sway, though. "Now, hurry up, Monsieur Weasley… Zere is nothing to stop you under there."
What the hell is going on? What kind of family is this? Wait, does that mean?
"Then, Gabrielle…"
"Of course, you must care for her until she finds herself a good man."
Ron felt angered, however. "Then will her man be allowed near Fleur too?"
"Hehe, forget Fleur, I do not think Gabrielle would want another man, either… Nor do I, for zhat matter."
Bloody hell. Ron rubbed his forehead. I won't allow anyone to go near her either. But that means…
That meant having to be more sexually involved with Fleur. Now, he found no issue with that. But as he looked at the shaking ass in front of him, he felt tired. Being involved with the Delacours was a greater task than what he had expected.
"Oh, don't be shy now. Here, zis will help."
Apolline lifted her nightgown herself and tucked the hem behind her waist, right into the ribbons of the apron. The silky smooth sensation of the fabric tickled the supple skin behind her thighs. She giggled in anticipation.
Her naked, plump, round, pale ass was revealed, front and center. It was clear to him that she was waiting here very early in the morning, without her panties. There was truly “nothing” to hinder him from sliding his throbbing flesh wand into her moist hole.
Apolline slowly leaned forward, her bottom coming up as her back lustfully curved, and her bosom jutted out even more. Both her hands grabbed her tender derriere, spreading her ass with both hands to show him how wet she already was. Begging him to come in with every little twitch of her pussy lips.
Ron licked his dry lips, his eyes couldn’t stray from those salivating, throbbing petals. Almost wanting to stretch out his hand and grab her soft flesh recklessly. He nervously looked left and right.
"Ah, zere is no need to worry, Monsieur Weasley. She sleeps until late, oui. And even if she comes… you may find yourself needing to work a leetle extra, non?"
Ron breathed out intensely, gulping a bit to calm himself. Just this time… one last time… yeah, just once.
He unbuttoned his pants, lowered it to his thighs, and pulled out his straining cock. His little soldier was already high in full salute, urging him to go faster.
He rubbed his mushroom head across her fleshy pussy, coating his cock with her juices. It all felt so hot and soft, melting him like butter spread on toast. A truly delicious breakfast he never expected presented in front of him, ready to be devoured whole.
Then he slowly slid in, feeling the tiny hint of resistance from her lower lips. massaging his cockhead, sliding around his shaft, and finally, wrapping around his base. The walls of her pussy contracted, gripping and releasing his flesh like a lustful massage, pulsating around his cock.
The erotic feeling was overwhelming his senses, all his body wanted to do now was plunge into her repeatedly, tasting that ecstasy over and over. Fucking her until she begged him to stop.
He gripped her ass then and started moving, the age-old rhythm his hips knew well. His hands grabbed onto the sides of her smooth hips, his eyes constantly looking down at his sinking cock, squelching inside her. He pulled her into him, rocking back and forth as his piston kept pumping.
He couldn’t describe the feeling, the soft, slick flesh of her insides, the constant slippery grip of her muscles; firm yet delicate, feathery light yet hot and heavy. He felt as if he was poking a block of hot marshmallows with his cock, one that constantly drooled for him and moaned his name. His cock wanted to stay all the way in there, so pleasing, comfortable, and titillatingly squishy.
He couldn’t help himself, fucking her faster and harder, subconsciously picking up the pace. His fingers gripped her pale ass, fondling and molding her flesh, feeling her porcelain skin up and down like a vulgar sculptor. All logic had eluded him, his primal need taking over, spurring him on.
Apolline quickly turned off the stove and gripped the kitchen counter, her ass jolting up high with every deep thrust. She pushed her hips back, accepting every inch of him with melodious yelps and moans on her lips. She could feel his hand exploring her backside, sliding up her curving flank, and diving into, and around the apron’s openings.
The way his hands grabbed onto her bare bosom, claiming her nipples was all too sensual. Her scalp tingled from the sensations from all sides, her pussy clenching hard.
“Oh oh… Yes, Monsieur yess…!” She moaned wildly. Her pussy gripped him tighter, her muscles knotting up with each collision of their flesh. She couldn’t hold for long, having spent too long waiting for him to fuck her like this.
With a profound shudder, her dam burst, releasing a flooding wave of nectar. She rode the wild and wonderful waves of sheer ecstasy, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. However, without taking a breath, she still pushed her ass back. Her body rocking back and forth, her pussy still pleasuring Ron with each sway.
“Apolline…?”
“You don’t think I would be satisfied with just once, non?” She smiled, her words dripping with desire. Her movements came to a stop as she slowly pulled Ron’s cock out from her cave of wonders, her back curved so slowly that Ron could have sworn it was a new form of torture.
Apolline turned to face him, her alluring eyes gazing straight at his own. She sat down on the kitchen counter and spread her legs, pulling Ron closer with her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
“Eet ez more fun if I can see your expression, Monsieur.” She whispered into his ear, biting his earlobe.
Ron quickly aimed his cock dead center, almost grateful the height of the counter was just right. Before he pushed his cock into her once again, he went down on her slightly leaning back body, letting her support herself with two hands behind her back as he pulled her loose apron lower.
Her magnificent breasts jolted out, looking perky as the collar of her nightgown and apron supported them jutting up. They were perfectly ample, and rounded. He could see them moving up and down with every heated breath she seized.
Without waiting, his tongue found its way to her hard nipple, sucking and nibbling them playfully.
“Oh Monsieur…” Apoline flustered a bit as she had to place her hands behind her so she wouldn’t fall back.
She couldn’t pull him in or even force him to quickly fuck her, her legs were held in place by his arms under her knees, spreading her wide. It was as if she was squatting at the edge of the countertop and leaning back to welcome his manhood into her hot, wet sheath.
His extended flesh was already pressed against her soaked petals, eager to move. He squeezed the crown of his cock right onto her molten need, gently letting his hot, swollen flesh glide in, aided by her essence.
Ron’s cock thrust in and out, devoured by her dripping wet hole. Every time his cock entered her fully, his hips pushed even deeper, slowly plowing her with agonizing pleasure.
“Ooohhhh…” A moan escaped her glossy lips.
Apolline drowned in bliss. The way his cock forced her walls to stretch, the way it throbbed inside her with carnal hunger, the way he thrust wildly above her with a possessive expression. Everything about him and his girthy, sizable cock pulled her into cloud nine. She wanted him to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. She needed him to shove his rigid flesh into her as hard as possible, giving her more and more pleasure.
As the gates of her heavenly hole reached the base of Ron’s cock, he could feel her squelching wet walls start to pulsate, clenching and releasing his straining shaft. It milked him with every move of her muscles.
Her spent walls contracted in surrender, and tremors of ecstasy crept up her spine.
“Ahhhh!” An uninhibited cry of satisfaction came out the moment she reached her peak. The sticky nectar of her loins burst out in a hot wave around his cock.
Ron knew she had come for a second time, but he wasn’t going to stop now. His hips kept thrusting, and beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. His head felt hot, both above and below, but the pleasure kept coming, forcing him to stand on the edge of oblivion. More, more, more, faster, deeper, harder; his primal instincts pushing him.
"Aaah... Yes! Yes! Fleur... Me-eh... Gab... Make us happy!" Apolline moaned as she licked her lips and stared down at his relentless cock, sliding in and out of her thoroughly soaked pussy.
She hoped this strong, virile, young man would never stop training. Hoping he could keep her and her daughters happy for years to come. Maybe on different days, maybe on the same day… Or maybe even on the same bed. She didn’t know, all her thoughts started to jumble up, sinking below the sheer rapture; interrupted each time by the slam of his flesh wand on her cervix.
Ron kept his eyes on her, lost in her Veela allure. The faint, erotic blush on her face excited him even more. The way she licked her lips was too sexy. He couldn’t help thinking of having his way with the Veelas of this house whenever he wanted.
I guess... This is going to be my life from now on… In a way, being fully sexually spent with Delacour meant he wouldn't look elsewhere. Maybe, I should be grateful for that.
Finally, he couldn’t help but lean in a bit more towards her. He landed a kiss on her plump lips, swiping his tongue inside her mouth. With that, his balls tingled, his muscles twisted up as he went in for one last, powerful slam into her pussy.
Apolline could feel the thick load he released, flooding her insides white. The hot, sweltering fluids seeped into every nook and cranny, squelching with every twitch like a hot bubbling pool. The feeling of being filled up to the brim was so good, that she couldn’t help but reach her own completion.
“Ooohhh! Monsieur!” She came for a third time, more than she had ever done before. The mix of their juices flowed, seeping through, rolling down her flushed pussy lips, and dripping on the countertop under her.
Ron felt a little lightheaded and exhausted before he even had a semblance of a real breakfast. He rested his head on Apolline’s shoulder for a moment, gulping for breath. His hips pulled back, slowly pulling out his spent cock. But even when he was tired, he could still feel her walls twitching as if she wanted him to stay there.
He tried to ignore the tingling sensations, tugging out his cock as it brought a lot of their juices out with it. The oozing white froth flowed out from Appoline’s core.
"I-I'm sorry… I couldn't stop myself."
"Hehe, you have so much to learn. Zis is the best way to finish." Apolline giggled and quickly grabbed a kitchen roll from the side and wiped herself clean. "Here."
Ron took some and wiped his cock too before pulling up his pants and making himself appear proper.
"Go and take a seat. I will bring breakfast quick."
Still a little shaken by what had just happened, he stiffly turned around and sat down at the dining table. From there, he could still look inside the kitchen. He could still look at Apolline's rear shaking around as she worked.
I gotta be the luckiest man in the world. Fleur, Apolline, Gabrielle, and Amelia, there's no reason left to look elsewhere anymore. Ron thought, realizing that he might have found his end point after all. An end to his adventure.
"There you go." Apolline soon came over and placed a plate full of French delight on the table—Omelette aux Fines Herbes, Pain Perdu à la Vanille, Café au Lait, and Croissant.
This isn't bad at all. Ron looked at the plate, and then back at the woman who made it. Not at all.
So, he dug in instantly. It was as delicious as he expected it to be. How could a pureblood woman be so different from British pureblood witches? Apolline was sweet as honey and smooth as silk inside out.
"Apolline, you need to take Fleur and Anne and get out of the country—now," Ron said, his voice serious. "Something big is going to happen today, and it’s going to be violent. They might come after you to get at me. Just promise me you won’t fight. I’m the one who’s good at that. Your priority is to keep yourself and your family safe."
Apolline understood the seriousness and didn't argue. "You are family too."
"I know, and that’s exactly why I’m going to fight with everything I’ve got today. Once this is all behind us, I want to marry Fleur and give Anne my name officially."
"Don't worry, I will take Fleur and Anne back to France right away."
Ron finished his breakfast just then and stood up. He grabbed his long coat and wore it. He still had to return to his muggle house to arm himself with all the potions, projectiles, and gifts he had prepared.
"Thank you for understanding."
With that, he gave her a warm hug and then walked out of the large mansion. After leaving the grounds, he looked behind one last time and found Fleur standing at the window, waving at him. In her arms was Anne, who she showcased.
See you soon.
He waved back and left.
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Hogwarts,
On the 7th floor, Harry gathered with the nine others who had been chosen to participate in the battle—Him, Hermione, Fred, George, Padma, Parvati, Luna, Neville, Ginny, and Seamus. All of them had been given the choice to decline and stay back.
But all of them chose to join and fight. For the past year, they had trained well with Ron and Harry. They all felt nervous, but also brave. It didn't matter if they were from Gryffindor Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff—that day, they were all brave.
"Last chance—"
"Just shut it, Harry. We're going." Seamus interrupted before Harry could warn them again. "We all had plenty of time to think last night."
Harry gratefully nodded and looked at Hermione. It was noticeable to all that she wasn't as approachable or calm as before. There were emotions that none wanted to face.
"Where is Ron?" Luna inquired. "Isn't he coming?"
"He went early," Harry answered and took out the portkey. "Hands on the Portkey."
With that, all of them came forward in a circle and put their hands on the small Portkey. They held each other's hands tight at the same time.
"Thank you, everyone," Harry muttered.
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Ron armed himself to the teeth and left his muggle hideout. He already knew about the countless ways to enter the Ministry of Magic. But, Amelia had told him the best one. It was a bit annoying, but it was known by so few that almost nobody used it.
Sadly, he had to go to the sewers first. It was filthy, and he had to use a lot of spells to keep himself clean. But eventually, he found the thing Amelia had told him about. A lone, brass pipe that was carved with runic symbols.
"Ugh…" Sadly, for the whole thing to work, he had to touch the pipe. It was covered in filth. "Electrium Con—"
As soon as he said the magical words, which were the translation of the runes, he vanished from the spot. He could feel everything—moving fast as if lightning itself. Yet, being squeezed through a tight space that could barely hold him. He felt it all, being squishy and almost jelly.
Woosh!
And just like that, he found himself standing somewhere dark, his hand still holding the pipe, but it wasn't the same sewer.
Merlin's tits, I almost got squeezed to death. No wonder nobody uses it anymore.
Finally, he removed his hand and looked around. It was pitch black there, so he raised his wand and made some light. Left and right, he realized he was in a tunnel made of dark stone. There were only two ways, back and forth.
This is under the Ministry?
He had no clue which direction to go, so he picked one at random and started running as fast as he could. The tunnel didn't seem like a sewer since it was completely dry and odorless. Nor did he find any doors into it.
Without any clue, he just ran and ran until he started to feel out of breath. But he didn't stop and continued the jog, keeping the wand lighting up his way.
How long is this damn tunnel?
Panting like a dying horse, he slowed down and just walked.
That was when he noticed it.
"No!"
The same old brass pipe coming out of the wall.
"I've been running in a circle!"
He panicked a bit and touched the pipe. He made sure it was the same one, and it was. It had the same runic text on it.
Slowly, Ron felt his heart sink. A few words that Amelia had often spoken to him reverberated in his mind. 'One of us must live', 'You must stay safe', or 'You can't die.'
"No, no, no!" He grabbed the pipe and said the same words that had brought him there. "Electrium Con—"
Nothing happened.
Bam!
He punched the dark wall in rage.
"Why! Fuck!" He realized this was a trap set up by Amelia to hold him in safety. Away from the battle. "I have to be there. I must… Only I can kill that bastard!"
He regretted not telling Amelia about his increased luck. He regretted not tagging along with Harry.
"Dammit! I've wasted so much time here! Bombarda!"
He tried to blast the walls of the round tunnel in the hopes of finding an exit.
"Bombarda!"
The explosions rang with a blinding light.
"Fuck!"
But nothing happened to the cave.
"No, if I'm here, then it has to be because of my luck!" He found reason in his situation. "There must be a way out."
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The battle had already begun in the Hall of Prophecies. It was a trap from the very beginning, and the Ministry waited for Voldemort and his stooges to arrive. Of course, with the help of many spies who were inside the Ministry for years.
Voldemort himself had arrived with whatever was left of his Death Eater army. He entered the Department of Mysteries without any hurdle and even found the orb.
Boom!
But it exploded right on his face. Laced with acid and intense fire, it burned and ruined Voldemort's face. He writhed in rage and pain, and roared at the Ministry, destroying the entire room and all the prophecies.
Boom!
Boom!
Sadly for him, Ron and Sirius had expected that. All the other prophecies were laced with acid, poison, and fiery explosives as well. Everything went off as soon as Voldemort tried to rage. The large hall turned into a hellish inferno.
"Aaaaaaah!"
A few Death Eaters died right there in that trap. A few lucky ones were quick to escape. The Dark Lord's own body got ruined and burned. No longer a small baby, but a tall, seven-foot man instead. How Voldemort created that body was a mystery.
But it was now ruined.
"Voldemort, surrender yourself!"
"You dare ask that, Dumbledore!" Voldemort bellowed and attacked right away. "Avada Kedavra!"
The battle began immediately. Dumbledore engaged Voldemort, and the rest of the Ministry Aurors, Order of the Phoenix, the Minister, and Dumbledore's Army engaged with the Death Eaters. There were at least fifty Death Eaters, and most of them fought with intent to kill.
The sparks flew around everywhere. Bodies fell, and some got torn apart. Blood splattered the floor. The battle moved on its own and before anyone realized it, they had entered a huge room —echoing, dimly lit, and rectangular. At the center was a raised stone dais in a sunken, great stone pit some twenty feet deep, with benches running all around the room and descending in steep steps like an amphitheater.
Death Chamber, as the people of the Ministry called it. Everyone tried to stay as far away from the tall, stone pointed archway that looked so ancient. The archway was hung with the Veil; which appeared as a tattered black curtain, gently fluttering and swaying very slightly. It terrified those who knew touching it meant death.
Woosh!
The Death Eaters weren’t as burdened, however. It was bloody, and it was intense.
"Moody! Who are those three masked men?!" Amelia asked the man as she panted and bled from her arm. "They’re stronger than the best of the wizards I know."
Moody’s magical eye whirled as he paced, his real one narrowed in suspicion. “I can’t say for sure,” he growled, “but they’re identical in every bloody way. Like they’ve been… cloned.”
Boom!
"Professor!" Moody looked towards the sound of the explosion. His heart sank as he saw Voldemort walk around a body on the floor with two more masked men. At that moment he realized something. The masked men had the exact same proportions as Voldemort.
"Professor!" Harry shouted, stopping to look. He bled from his face and many other places. All his other friends were the same. "No!"
"Harry! Be careful!"
Woosh!
Harry got hit by a Death Eater and fell to the ground.
The situation turned for the worse in an instant. Somehow, Dumbledore had been beaten. The five masked men had somehow taken full control of the battlefield and overpowered everyone.
"That's impossible! Dumbledore can't be defeated like that!" Sirius roared and continued to fight around. "Where's the damn Weasley boy?!"
"He's not coming!" Amelia replied sternly. "He can't!"
"W-What did you do?" Sirius glared at her. "This was all his plan! Without him, we can't win!"
"He must live," Amelia replied.
"And now we all might die! Those five are Voldemort's clones!" Moody deduced it right away. "Those are all as strong as Voldemort."
Voldemort hadn't yet done anything, however. Instead, he was gloating over the wand he picked from Dumbledore's dead body. His face was destroyed, and his inhuman smile was terrifying.
"Hehehehe! Elder Wand is mine at last!" Voldemort declared and looked at Harry. "Surrender to me, and I shall be benevolent."
Clank!
In an instant, a few Aurors surrendered. It was insane how quick they were to change sides. But Moody wondered if they were ever on their side at all.
"Potter, tell your friends to surrender if they want to live." Voldemort walked into the battlefield openly, surrounded by five masked men.
"Never!" Hermione retorted back.
Voldemort sneered. "Ah, the muggle-born. While others may have a bright future, yours belongs in servitude."
"Hehe, my Lord, can I keep her?" Bellatrix blurted. "She'll be exciting to play with."
"You may," Voldemort replied and looked around. "Where is the blood traitor Weasley? That boy has earned nothing but death. The Weasleys shall no longer be a part of… Ah, I have three of them right here."
"No!" Harry jumped to hide Ginny behind him. "What do you want, Voldemort?"
"Haha, nothing. For I have already earned what I desired." Voldemort proudly looked at Dumbledore's dead body. "There is no one who can stop me now."
Boom!
The earth shook.
Boom!
The entire chamber shook.
Boom!
All heads turned towards the staircase seats at the edge of the room.
Boom!
The explosion became visible this time and the entire part of the staircase blasted open like a piece of foam. The fire raged from behind, and a figure came out walking through it. Panting, his coat utterly drenched in blood. His wand was raised towards the center while a smile formed on his lips.
"Did you miss me?"
"Ron!" Harry shouted.
Ron didn't respond, however, and smirked at the dead body of Dumbledore. "You can get up now, Professor. Thank you for the help."
"Wonderful, my boy." Dumbledore's usual, old voice resonated in all ears. The white-clothed wizard stood up and took out a wand from under his sleeves. The real Elder Wand. "You made it on time."
"You guided me well." Ron thanked him more and glared at Amelia. "Sadly, I had to apparate to get out, and I splinched a little. But how are there six of him here?"
"Horcruxes!" Dumbledore revealed to all. "He sought immortality through them, yes. But I fear he has done more—he has given each fragment of his soul its own form, its own body. Now, all those bodies contain devastating magic."
Fuck! Ron cursed under his breath.
"So we gotta kill him six times now?" He tiredly asked and started to walk. "Why the wait then?"
Crack!
Ron took out a glass vial from his pocket and slammed it on the ground. An explosion of mist formed all around him, and it continued to cover a few Death Eaters nearby. Thankfully, he had already taught the spell to see through it to Harry and the others.
"Avada Kedavra!" Ron roared, going for the kill right away. "Crucio!"
He held no shame in using the unforgivable curses and killed any Death Eater that was close to him. He lunged around like a wild beast, using every single part of his body thoroughly, a fighting style that none there were aware of or experienced with.
Woosh!
Ron kept throwing vials upon vials of different effects. Sometimes poison, and at times simple mist. Sometimes the vials contained potion to slow down the body. And a few other times they just made one very itchy.
BOOM!
However, he also had a few that blasted things into pieces.
Single-handedly, Ron shifted the pace of the battle. He killed, ruined, and destroyed Death Eaters around him like a giant playing among children. Dead bodies flew around, blood splattered, and vile gore painted the stone floor red.
"Weasley!" Voldemort roared and aimed towards Ron. However, Dumbledore engaged him.
But the battle ahead wasn’t easy. Dumbledore had to fight Voldemort and his two clones at the same time. Meanwhile, the other three clones aided the Death Eaters in subduing the Ministry.
Ron was in his own zone, however. He wanted to get rid of the Death Eaters first so he could focus on the clones. Each dead Death Eater meant more free wizards to fight the clones.
"Ron!"
Ron landed beside Hermione and heard her voice. He didn't know what to say, so he silently continued to fight. He joined Harry instead and helped whenever the clones tried to kill him.
It was utter chaos of magic.
Spells flew around and knocked rocks, ceiling, and whatever was around them. But so lost in the battle, they all slowly came onto the rock floor with the veil at the center.
"Avada Kedavra!" Ron killed another and took out an exploding device from his coat. "Sirius!"
Sirius caught it and threw it at one of the clones he was fighting.
Boom!
The surprise attack worked. The clone died, and half of its body exploded. A black steam oozed out of the dead body then, wailing like a ghost and rising into the sky. Then, it vanished.
"WEASLEY!" Voldemort's real body felt the death of one Horcrux. He roared despite fighting Dumbledore. "All of you! Kill that Weasley boy!"
"Yes! Come at me!" Ron welcomed all the Death Eaters. But none of them rushed towards him. There was hesitation in the last thirteen Death Eaters left. Even Bellatrix was hesitant. "Faltering already?"
Fuck, I can't see well. Ron knew he had lost blood from that apparition gone wrong. He gulped his saliva and marked all the main enemies, the last four clones. Even Dumbledore is struggling with three of them. He's… bleeding?
"Take them!" Voldemort roared all of a sudden.
What do you m—
"NO!" Ron roared and jumped forward to reach Moody. Amelia was right beside him. "Crucio!"
But he was too late. A clone of Voldemort had already apparated to Moody and captured him in a tight embrace. Right after that, the explosion happened.
Grrrrr~
It was intense! More than anything before. So blinding that everything got covered in a complete white light. Everything stood still for some time.
"Moody!" Sirius yelled in pure horror. Only Moody's fake leg was left on the ground. The rest of the body was gone. Not even blood was there. "Fuck! Stay away from the clones!"
"Take the minister!" Voldemort shouted.
"No, no!" Ron didn't waste any time and ran to Amelia. She was also injured in what killed Moody. He took out vials filled with freezing potions and threw them at the clone. The mist that formed slowed the lanky body.
That was enough time. Ron got in front of Amelia and swung his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"
The green flash hit the slowed clone and that was it. The body disintegrated into the air, and the soul within faded away.
"I'm sorry." Amelia, on the floor, firsthand saw the wound mark on Ron's back. She realized it was her fault. It felt shameful and heart-wrenching.
"We’ll talk about it later," Ron replied and helped her stand up. "Stay back now! Don't make my blood go to waste. Kill the Death Eaters!"
Ron looked toward Dumbledore as the last two clones and Voldemort himself were fighting him. But seeing Dumbledore holding himself, he decided to kill the Death Eaters and clean up the battlefield.
Woosh!
Woosh!
He threw flasks of mist all around him. It helped Harry and the rest a lot. The Death Eaters had no idea how to deal with the mist instantly, and those few seconds always spelled doom.
"Goodbye, sister!" Sirius finally defeated his cousin, Bellatrix.
Shacklebolt defeated Rodolphus.
One by one, the last of the Death Eaters fell. The battle had gone on for far too long, and much blood had been spilled.
"Aaaaaaa! Kill him!"
Shhhh~
Just then, Voldemort and Dumbledore fell into a standstill. Both of their spells struck each other and it became a tug of war. However, that was bad for Dumbledore. The two Horcrux clones apparated and struck Dumbledore physically.
BOOM!
The two clones exploded at the same time—Ear shattering, blinding. It seemed as if the entire ceiling would fall down on them.
"Professor!" Sirius tried to rush forward despite the blindness.
Thud!
When everyone finally saw again, Dumbledore's body fell to the stone floor. He was still alive, but bleeding from every hole in his face, his veins visible, and counting last breaths.
"Haha! This is my victory!" Voldemort was unscathed, albeit a bit more insane. Losing so many pieces of his own soul must have some repercussions. "Avada Kedavra!"
Randomly, Voldemort sent killing curses at anyone near him. It was his own Death Eater that it landed on and died.
"Haha! Now, all that is left is…"
Only pure insanity was left in Voldemort.
"Hehe… Bellatrix! Kill them!"
Voldemort failed to see that Bellatrix was already dead.
"Avada Kedavra!" He attacked an Auror this time and continued to walk closer towards Harry.
Thud!
"Ugh!" Ron groaned at that time and fell to his knees. He spat a mouth full of blood, the pain and exhaustion sinking in. It was hard to see anything since everything was blurry. Even the stone ground was barely noticeable.
What the hell? Where is the bloody luck?
It ached everywhere. He felt his throat dry, and itchy inside. He felt his eyes burn. It was hard to even feel his own back, especially the left arm. There was no strength.
This isn't how it should end. No… It can't…
"Avada Kedavra! Hehaha!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Argh… No, no! Fuck! Ron tried his all to pull himself back on his feet. Right in front of his eyes the Death Eaters and the Aurors were dying left and right. Just once more… I can do it. It's my fucking luck!
"Aaaaargh!" He roared as loud as he could, forcing his mind to trick itself. "I… Can… Kill…"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Harry!" Ron looked towards Hermione's shrill. He failed to feel his heart beating anymore. He failed to hear any sounds around him. All he saw was Harry's body falling onto the floor after being hit.
"No, no…" Ron slammed his feet onto the ground and ran as fast as he could straight towards Voldemort. His eyes welled up, realizing his best friend was dead. The entire plan had gone to hell. "This ends now! Haaaa!"
Bam!
Ron slammed right into Voldemort like a bull, his arms clasped around the snake-like waist. He lifted the evil wizard off the ground and kept on running forward with a destination in mind.
Voldemort panicked and tried to struggle. "Weasley! You traitor!"
Just as Voldemort was about to lower his wand to strike him, Ron looked up with a bleeding grin.
"I won!"
Woosh!
Silence fell in the Death Chamber of the Department of Mysteries. All eyes stared at the black, fluttering veil in horror. Before any shouts or wails could arise, there were tears that formed. Bleeding, and battered, the destroyed battlefield was in ruins.
The battle was over.
"Ron!" Hermione ran towards the Veil.
Sirius caught her in time. "Stop! Stop it!"
"Harry! Ron! They're both gone!" Hermione cried and tried to do something. "Let me go!"
"Harry is alive! He was a Horcrux!" Sirius shouted at her. "He was meant to be hit by the spell! Dumbledore planned for it!"
"W-What... Did Ron?" Hermione looked back at Harry's body on the floor and then the veil. "D-Did he?"
"He didn't know," Sirius confessed, shame in his eyes. "Dumbledore forbade us."
"Even me?!" Amelia bellowed from the side. "Why wasn't I informed? Ron jumped in there thinking he lost his best friend! He…"
"Let me go!" Hermione coldly pushed Sirius away. "Harry will never forgive you for this."
"Ugh…"
Harry started to wake up just then. He looked around left and right.
"Did we win? What happened?"
Sniveling, Hermione jumped at Harry and hugged him.
“Harry… R-Ron… He’s gone!”
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A/N: The next chapter is going to be the finale of this series.
