The Cabin | D.M 18+

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- BELLE -

Her eyes streaked like the biting tips of piano notes. Extending out as the tears curve down from her brown eyes and down her deep skinned skin.

Perpetuity was not in the golden chest that we held. For all we had was a rusty key and a promise we could not technically keep.

The air was stripped and the smoke began to reap through the burst glass from the window frames, earning a few coughs from all four of us and I could sense Fulgur waving his wings back and forth around the shack to keep the smoke away from us as much as he could, without aggravating more fire.

Tana held onto Ron's wrist to ease her some breath, but from the way her eyes drooped told that her strength wasn't great enough.

"Blaise-" She yelped, causing Ron to press the tip of his wand into her throat, stripping away oxygen ever more. She choked and coughed, but the force in his was far too great. "-Please-"

"-Shut the fuck up you mongrel child." He seethed between clenched teeth.

Blaise's hands turned from panelled salutes to cold hard balls of steel. And I could see the itch was there to grab his wand. But at the cost of his sister's life, both him and I knew that it was smart to stay unresponsive at the moment. "You dare to talk to her like-"

"-Shut up! All of you shut up! It's my turn to speak." His voice cracks, own tears damning to drop.

We watched in awe, shocked at the betrayal.

Questions filled, cramping the space I did not have within my skull. What has Ron come to? Why most importantly.

I couldn't understand it. If we all fought for the same purpose, to reach the same target which was ultimately Voldemort's death, then what was the stopping point for him? Because I knew, we all knew, that joining Voldemort wouldn't be an option for Ron.

Not even after Harry's death. Or Fred's. And those were one of his biggest losses.

It meant that something must've occurred where we hadn't realised. Perhaps an incident that happened when Draco and I didn't have our wands. And it wasn't like we had time to stop to read through the Daily Prophet during our fraternising escapades.

Every day we were being hunted like animals - we still are, in fact. Although I wasn't too sure that reasoning with Ron would do any justice or defeat the purpose.

Especially not if it came from Draco and I anyway. For Draco had taken favour to threaten him.

With raised hands, Blaise attempted to take the calm approach, "Mate- listen to me please-"

Ron pinched into Tana further, causing her to squirm, as though all of her tears had dried. She swindled and fought against him with all her might. But with her wand and magic stripped thanks to Voldemort's callousness, she hadn't much to give.

Wake up Roofus. I silently begged.

"I've got nothing to say to you, traitor." Ron snarled, lip crunching inward so that his chin bulged forward.

His eyes refocused to our left. When our eyes reconciled, small gasps ricocheted.

They were not of shock or disgust. No shame or grief. But knowing instead.