《In Your Dreams: a Harry X Voldemort|Tom》The Deal and the Duel...
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Narrator's POV
Since the destruction of the Burrow, Arthur, Molly, and Ron moved into a small apartment on Diagon Alley since all the other living children had moved out.
While Arthur was at work and Ron was helping Dumbledore search for Voldemort's Horcruxes, Molly was left alone.
Because of this perfect opportunity, Lord Voldemort and Lady Mercy decided to send Fred and George to kidnap her.
They knew the needed a Weasley to kidnap Molly, but Bill and Fleur were at work at Gringotts, Charlie was in Romania, and Percy was at work in the Ministry, the decided to have Fred and George close their ship, Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, for the day and take her.
***
Fred and George Weasley made their way to the Weasley Apartment and knocked on the door.
"Fred! George!" Molly greeted, "What a wonderful surprise!"
"Hi, mum." They chorused
The twins followed their mother inside and she rushed to prepare tea for them, "I hardly ever see you boys anymore, what's the occasion?"
Fred laughed, "Trust us, mother,-"
"-we wouldn't be here if we didn't have to." George finished
"Huh?" Molly asked, turning around to see her son's left sleeves rolled up to reveal their special Dark Marks
Fred cackled, "But alas, our Lords-"
"-desire your presence." George laughed, throwing 'Stupefy'.
***
When Arthur arrived home from work, he unlocked the door and went inside and was surprised to see a note stuck o the wall:
Arthur assumed that the dagger that held the letter to the wall was the portkey, so when Ron returned home they left —after faithfully informing Dumbledore about what happened.
When the portkey landed, Ron and Arthur found themselves in a large office where Molly was unconscious and chained to a wall, the person that destroyed the Burrow was asleep on a chair, and Lord Voldemort was reading paperwork.
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Without looking up, Voldemort threatened them, "I'd advise you to stay quiet, my darling is asleep."
Arthur moved to unlock Molly, but as he lifted up her head, her neck revealed a giant slit —she was long dead.
"YOU BASTARD, YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!" Ron screamed
"WE HAD A DEAL!" Arthur added, causing Lady Mercy to shoot awake
"WE ARE NY SIBLINGS!" Ron continued, as the office door opened and in came the other six Weasleys
"You and dad are really gullible to believe you'd leave here alive." Bill laughed
The six Weasleys then proudly rolled up their left sleeves to show their Dark Marks.
"YOU BETRAYED US!" Arthur said
"TRAITORS!" Ron insulted
"We found a better side." Charlie laughed, throwing the Killing Curse at Arthur
"To reform the world." Percy added, throwing 'Stupefy' at Ron
***
As Ron regained consciousness, he quickly realized he was chained to a wall inside of the announcer's booth at the place the Qudditch World Cup Arena.
"Who are you?" Ron asked the figure who killed Seamus
"Lady Mercy, but you know me by a different name." Lady Mercy laughed, but Ron was confused, "Don't you recognize me, Ron?"
"Why would I know a monster like you?" Ron replied
"Did I really make such a fleeting impression on you?" Lady Mercy mocked, removing his lace mask
"Potter?" Ron gasped, "You betrayed us."
"You can't betray someone you were never loyal to." Harry said
"YOU KILLED SEAMUS AND MY PARENTS!" Ron screamed
"I did, and I don't care." Harry laughed, "Hell, I killed Cho Chang, Dolores Umbridge, my Muggle relatives, and I helped kill Ginny, too."
"Dumbledore's going to kill you, you filthy cockroach." Ron spat
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"You are Dumbledore's only weapon. As soon as you're dead, Wizarding England will be completely ours. After all, technically we own Hogwarts, Lucius is Minister, and most of the Death Eaters have jobs in the Ministry, so the only thing in our way is Albus, you, and the Order." Harry laughed, as Rabastan LeStrange entered to take Ron to the pit
Lady Mercy laughed over the microphone once Ron was down, "Oh well, look what we have here, everybody. Everybody give a warm welcome tooooo Ronald! What do you say we show Ron a thing or two about what it's like to die?"
The Death Eaters laughed at Ron.
"In the left corner we have Ronald Bilius Weasley: a Seventh Year Gryffindor, the so called Boy-Who-Lived, Chosen One against our Lord, and the so called savior of Wizarding England." Lady Mercy added, causing the Death Eaters to boo
"And on the right corner we have Lord Voldemort: the greatest Dark Lord in history, the real savior of Wizarding England, the Lord to us all, my soulmate and fiancé." Lady Mercy continued, causing the Death Eaters to cheer
Inside the arena, Lord Voldemort and Ron faced each other, "You took claim to my defeat, Ronald, if you really possess this power show me, defeat here in a Wizard Duel —no breaks and no seconds."
Ron gulped: he knew the prophecy was a fake, but Dumbledore had promised him when the final battle came against him and Voldemort, the entirety of the Order would be right behind him and Dumbledore had warned to do whatever possible to avoid a one-on-one with the Dark Lord since he wouldn't stand a chance alone.
Scared, Ron fired "Expelliarmus", but the Dark Lord blocked it.
"Crucio!" Lord Voldemort cast, making Ron fall to the ground in pain
After a few seconds, Ron was freeded from the spell: the Dark Lord didn't want to kill him yet.
Voldemort then cast "Levicorpus" and Ron began to float upside down.
Ron desperately tried to reach his wand —he dropped it during the Crucio— but it was out of his reach.
The Dark Lord then cast "Incedio" to light the ground under Ron to light on fire and then he dropped Ron into it, then he cast "Tarantallegra" to force Ron to dance in the flames.
The Death Eaters laughed at the sight and Lady Mercy noticed many of the Death Eaters taking videos and photos.
Lord Voldemort then cast "Aguamenti" to stop Ron from burning alive —he didn't want to loose the corpse.
Finally, the Dark Lord cast "Sectumsempra" to cut off Ron's head.
***
When Arthur didn't report back with good news, Dumbledore decided to go check on the Weasleys.
When he entered their apartment he saw the corpses of Molly, Arthur, and Ron hanging from the ceiling.
Ron had a note stuck to his head —which was on the floor under his body—:
The Order was doomed...
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