The worst of times ( POV Ron Weasley )
Once again, he heard footsteps in the corridor outside the cell, and the red-haired young man couldn't help shaking.
He sincerely hopes that he is not the next person to be executed, even if he is from the bravest House Of Gryffindor, who cannot but fear death.
Ron still remembers the joy and wonder he felt when he first stepped into Hogwarts, his mother swore that he would be Harry Potter's best friend, that he would join Harry Potter on Team Quidditch and beat Slytherin, that he would teach How dear Harry Potter can tell the difference between good and bad, and firmly refuse to come from a Death Eater family like Malfoy or Parkinson who follow the Dark Lord.
Ron still remembers the joy and wonder he felt when he first stepped into Hogwarts, his mother swore that he would be Harry Potter's best friend, that he would join Harry Potter on Team Quidditch and beat Slytherin, that he would teach Harry Potter can tell the difference between good and bad, to firmly refuse to come from a Death Eater family like Malfoy or Parkinson who follow the Dark Lord.
The parents told himself so day in and day out, like they taught all his older brothers and Gin.
Except Percival, the traitor.
To be honest, when he saw Harry Potter, he feels lost. Harry Potter wasn't as charismatic as he thought. He feels the Muggle breath in the living Potter boy, and the fascination with magic. Potter obviously didn't know Quidditch, nor tasted Chocolate Frogs, let alone the greatness of Dumbledore that he should know, the only thing Potter had was that lightning-shaped scar from defeating the Dark Lord, and A pair of ugly Muggle glasses hanging on the boy's face.
Potter boy is like a Muggle child who is eager to be noticed. He is not unaware that the Muggle clothes of Potter boy are obviously several times larger than Potter's stature, and Potter is wearing a pair of worn Muggle sneakers than it's not as good as the boots that his mother bought for herself in the New Year.
Then he meets his other half, Hermione, his very wise wife, a soul mate who shares all his joys and sorrows with him, even though the first meeting with Hermione was awkward, and to be honest even hated Hermione at the time, despite the original His self resented her somewhat domineering attitude, but afterward, he was grateful that he was able to meet her at Hogwarts Express.
Ron thought he was born in the best of times, but when he turned around, he was shocked to find that it was also the worst of times.
The beginning of another wizarding war.
Although Potter explicitly rejected the friendship from that ferret.
But when they heard the hat's classification for Potter, everyone was horrified.
" SLYTHERIN ! ! ! "
The hat's voice was so firm and loud that Professor McGonagall lost her composure in that moment.
Everyone at the Gryffindors displayed unprecedented consternation, the Hufflepuffs table did not make the usual sound of touching the cutlery, and the Ravenclaws almost stopped their academic conversation at the table.
The only house where no one expressed surprise was Slytherin. Half of the Slytherins just turned their heads and gave Potter a restrained applause to show their low-key welcome. The other half of the Slytherins were cold and questioning in their eyes.
The footsteps stopped, and Ron could clearly hear the cell next door being opened, accompanied by a whimper.
He couldn't tell who it was, was it a former D.A. member ? Or an ex-partner who was determined to join the Phoenix Order ?
He retracted his body carefully, his mind full of fear, trying not to make any noise, as the jailers had shown him before, casting Crucio on someone trying to pull the horns of the jailer's robe.
He knew that someone would be executed today.
On this day last year, his father Arthur was ordered to be executed.
He still can't forget that sentence when his father was taken away.
" It's all wrong, Ronald, we're blinded. "
What is tearing his family apart?
Order of the Phoenix ? Or Dumbledore ?
The old man could never provide an answer.
Albus Dumbledore died in the sixth year, just before Christmas Eve.
At that time, they still had Sirius Black and Remus Lupin in charge of leading the Phoenix, and even Professor Flitwick was fully willing to contribute to the Phoenix.
Everything looks so perfect.
Even they thought they could handle the battle without needing Potter.
Hermione used her wit to set traps, barriers, or improvement spells for them, and her improvement spells and traps were perfect for warding off some stupid Death Eater invasion like Crabbe or Goyle.
In the middle and late stages of the war, they successfully persuaded Greengrass, Parkinson and some Death Eater families to change their political stance and become the financiers behind the Order of the Phoenix.
They refused to let Avery, Carrow, Crabbe, Dolohov, Lestranges, Malfoy, Pyrites, Rosier and other eight families be forgiven. Among them, they hated the Lestranges brothers and Lucius Malfoy more, they were the most important subordinates of the Dark Lord, Moody and several The members are very hard-line and insist that all members of the two families do not deserve a pardon from Wizengamot.
Ron thought they could win the war.
They didn't care about the concerns from Neville and Ernie.
George and Fred said the two were simply timid pure-bloods.
Footsteps sounded again, and Ron could clearly hear the people in the next cell being dragged away by the guards.
Yes, the jailers have already selected who will be executed.
In addition to being afraid, Ron is a little fortunate that he was not selected by the jailer. Ron knows that he is very useless now, but Ron does not want to die in such a worthless way, he still has a chance to survive, he does.
He was a pureblood, and he knew that Wizengamot would not lightly execute a young and fertile pureblood wizard, and the wizarding world needed to keep purebloods alive.
Both Neville and Ernie, who were also pure blood, were pardoned by them, and he will be pardoned.
He remembered what his father had said, that blood doesn't mean ability, an idea that Albus Dumbledore had instilled in his family, and they had believed it in the past.
Until the Order of the Phoenix was declared a rebel organization by Wizengamot.
What a ridiculous thing.
Pure-blood status was the only thing keeping him alive.