Gryffindor boy - Ron Weasley x male oc

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As the quartet pelts through the madness, Hermione gasps, catching sight of Lavender as she falls to the ground. Hermione's eyes shift, spy Greyback, lips still glistening with Lavender's blood, staring at her. He smiles, starts forward...

"NO!" Hermione's wand flashes. A defeating blast. Greyback takes it straight to the chest, pitches up into the air and drops. Unmoving.

The quartet races away from the burning castle. In the distance part of the Dark Forest burns, trees shedding sparks into the sky like scarlet feathers. Shadows do battle in the distant dark. Screams shatter the night.

A thunderous shock wave as a monstrous giant lurches into view, swinging one of the Quidditch goals, the golden ring dripping blood. Seeing the quartet, it whips the ring down, strafing them with threats of blood, but missing them, narrowly, scooping out a massive chunk of earth instead. It groans in anger, lumbers stupidly off. The quartet races on and race down the steps towards the Boat House.

Harry, Ron, Harper and Hermione pick their way forward, moving quietly through the eerie light, then stopping within the safety of the shadows.

They watch Voldemort and Professor Snape talk in the Boat House.

"Why doesn't it work for me?" Voldemort asked, extending the wand.

"You have performed extraordinary magic with this wand, my Lord. In the last few hours alone--"

"No!" Voldemort exclaimed, cutting Professor Snape's words off. "I am extraordinary! But the wand resists me!"

"There is no wand more powerful. Ollivander himself said it. Tonight, when the boy comes to you, it will not fail you, I am sure. It answers to you and you only." Professor Snape said.

"Does it?" Voldemort asked, holding the wand to the wavering light again, his eyes on Snape.

"My Lord?" Professor Snape questioned.

"The wand. Does it truly answer to me?" Voldemort asked.

Professor Snape says nothing. For a moment, he and Voldemort stand perfectly still, two faces in the darkness, the only sound is the lapping of the lake.

Harry studies Professor Snape's face-- calm, composed-- then notes the hand concealed behind his back, twitching with tension.

"You're a clever man, Severus. Surely you must know." Voldemort said.

Professor Snape remains silent, gaze shifting to Nagini, still skimming slowly over the floor.

"Where, Severus? Where does its loyalty lie?" Voldemort asked.

Professor Snape looks away from Nagini, and sees Voldemort staring at him. "With you, of course, my Lord."

Voldemort stares long at Snape, then, finally speaks. "The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master." He said. "The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. Ollivander was quite explicit about that. You killed Dumbledore, Severus. While you live, the Elder Wand cannot be truly mine."

Professor Snape stares at Voldemort, then his eyes shift to Nagini, still circling. "My Lord--"

"You have been a good and faithful servant, Severus." Voldemort said, raising his wand, and points it at Professor Snape's throat. "But only I can live forever..." He said, sweeping his arm away, turning the wand on Nagini. "Kill."

Professor Snape's eyes shift meeting the snake's. The snake strikes. Harry's scream is swallowed by Snape's own. Voldemort runs a finger sling the wand, eyeing it with wonder, transfixed, then turns away.