"Don't leave, I told you I wouldn't. So why are you?" Hermione's voice croaked, a mixture of desperation and sorrow in her tone.
"I can't, you know I can't," Y/N murmured, her brows furrowing with a heavy burden of guilt. She felt the weight of her...
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The warm hum of laughter filled the bustling pub on Christmas Eve. Flashing lights adorned the festive decorations, creating a lively atmosphere that enveloped the patrons in the holiday spirit. Ron sat alone at the worn wooden bar, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid swirling in his glass.
The sounds of cheering echoed around him, a chorus of joyous conversations and merriment. The clinking of glasses punctuated the air as people raised toasts to the season. A group of friends huddled in the corner, exchanging laughter and exchanging gifts, while a trio of carolers sang a familiar tune near the entrance.
Ron's mind was far from the revelry. The events of the past weeks weighed heavily on him, and the crowded pub only amplified his sense of isolation. He swirled the drink in his glass, lost in thought as he contemplated his next move.
The Deluminator rested in his pocket, its soft glow muted in the festive lights of the pub. As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Ron pushed away from the bar, leaving behind the noise and celebration.
The pub door chimed softly as he stepped out into the crisp Christmas Eve night, the bustling sounds fading behind him.
As he strolled through the night, Ron abruptly halted in his step when a voice reached his ears.
"Ron," it said.
"Huh?" Ron babbled, unsure if it was the alcohol catching up to him.
"Where—where are you?" Ron spluttered repeatedly, feeling like his world was spinning. His knees bent, the whiskey and the pastries he had hastily consumed threatening to resurface.
"Ron," It was a soft female voice—not just any female, it was...
"Agil!" Ron exclaimed, firmly planting his feet on the ground as he sprinted through the cold streets, desperate to find her.
He ran and ran, but the voice stayed the same distance; neither closer nor farther. Ron was confused, almost teetering on tears as he collapsed on the ground, he ran his hand through his hair as if he wanted to pull it out.
A crazy thought crossed Ron's mind, and he chuckled. Madness was finally catching up to him after leaving Y/N and the others. Was this how it was going to end? Him, lying on his back on a random street, staying there until he dies?
The crazy thought grew louder, and Ron glanced at his pocket. With trembling hands, he reached for the Deluminator. Holding it up in the air, above his face, the moon shone in the background as he scrutinized the Deluminator in the air.
Ron's thumb brushed against the button, and with a curious, almost hesitant motion, he applied some pressure and clicked it.
A minuscule ball of light materialized, hovering in the air. Swiftly, the tiny ball of light advanced towards him at lightning speed. Ron flinched before feeling it penetrate his heart, letting out a small grunt.
