Gryffindor boy - Ron Weasley x male oc

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While Harper is sitting beside Luna, he remembers what his visions had shown to him. Though he only remembers bits of it, he remembers what happened.

Voldemort telling Lucius to check up on Harry's limp body. Lucius asking Harry whether Draco is alive or not. Harry telling Lucius that Draco is indeed alive. Lucius turning to Voldemort, looking straight at Voldemort. And lied to him.

"He's dead." Lucius said as the Death Eaters cheer. He looks at his wife, nodding to her and relief flooding his chest at the relief expression on her face.

"Harper?" Luna's voice pulls him out from his vision.

"Yes?" Harper said, turning his head to look at Luna.

"Welcome back." Luna said, smiling softly.

Harper returned the smile, standing up and hold out his hand for Luna to take and helped her stands up, walking towards where he can see Neville and Marcus in the courtyard.

He stops behind Neville and Marcus, hearing Ginny's talking from beside him.

"Neville, who is that?" Ginny asked, looking and the Death Eaters approaching the courtyard.

Before one of them could answer, others begin to spill out of the castle. Seamus. Cho. Arthur. Ron and Hermione emerge and, seeing the procession know.

Hermione draws a sharp breath, glancing at Harper and sees him looking at Harry, in Hagrid's arm, with saddened eyes.

"What's going on here, Neville?" Arthur asked.

Neville starts to open his mouth but falters and then, simply because he can't bear to look at Ginny's face and the faces of the others looking to him for something, anything, he turns his gaze to the Sorting Hat dangling in his hand.

Voldemort and the others, moving with them, as they draw near. Voldemort surveys the ruins of the castle and the beaten posture of the throng assembled upon its steps. He smiles faintly, with cruel satisfaction.

Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Harper, Luna and the others stand silently as the procession comes to a halt before them. All eyes drift to Hagrid and what lays in his arms.

"No... NO!" Ginny cries echoes over the grounds as she rushes towards Voldemort, but Arthur steps between and wraps his daughter in his arms, letting her struggle briefly before pulling her tiger, closer, safer.

"SILENCE!" Voldemort shouts, pointing his wand to the sky with a crack. "Stupid girl. You cry for that?" He gestures to the body lying still in Hagrid's arms. "Tell me. These last few hours -- as you collected the dead and tended your wounded -- was he by your side?" He surveys the throng, who stand mute. He nods, as if their silence were answer enough. "While your hands ran dark with the blood of mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, brothers and sisters, his were clasped in prayer -- but it was a prayer for one and one only. While you battled courageously, until you could no longer will yourself to stand, he had long since fallen to his knees. While you cursed me until your voices grew ragged, he begged me for mercy in a voice as meek as a child's."

Voldemort's eyes narrow. "So do not cry for that. He's not worthy of your tears. And do not despair of his betrayal. You were never in his heart. Not for one single solitary beat."

"Liar!" Ron exclaimed.

Voldemort flicks his wand and Ron drops to his knees, grimacing in pain. Voldemort gestures to him. "Did you not hear me! Harry Potter is dead! From this day forward, you put your faith in me or suffer the consequences. HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!"

Nagini hisses madly as Voldemort, looking a touch mad himself, rakes his eyes over the students and staff.

"Now is the time to declare yourself." Voldemort said.