Dealing With Devils
This is the first in a line of Rabastan/Ron fics. I hope you enjoy and I hope to get feedback. This started as a solo DarkRon but it grew from there. It is rated PG-13....
Summary: Ron has gone Dark but what could make him turn his back on the Light Side?
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Disclaimer: I don’t want to admit it but my psychiatrist says I must so here goes…*Breathes* I do n-not o-own this…Please don’t make me say it again….*Sniffles* The world is cruel.
A/N: This is for Mistress Vamp because she said she wanted a Dark Ron in one of her challenges and this is the closest I could get. Enjoy.
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He used to know what was good for me. At least, that is what I believed. I was never loved as a child. Sure, my mother hugged me and placated me but she never loved me. And my father was too much of a push over to go against my mother and think for himself. I was the sixth of seven children and I was ignored.
Let’s see:
Bill: Oh, he was a prodigy. He was always pushing himself in his coursework so that he could be a curse breaker. He was the first child and brilliant in the eyes of my parents. It really didn’t help that he traveled the world after graduation and became one of the best in his field.
It just pisses me off.
Charlie: He followed right after Bill. But see, his talent came in handy with Magical creatures. He really took a liking to any kind but dragons were his favorite. He studied everything about them that he could. From the stories my parents tell religiously, he had a whole collection of figurines until he graduated.
Oh, and how could I forget; the Quidditch star. Hell, if it hadn’t been for Harry Potter, Charlie would still be a legend at Hogwarts. He was one of the best seekers they ever had.
Pfft, he was just lucky. I guarantee it.
Then there was Percy: The stuck up, know-it-all bastard with a stick up his ass. It really is funny that my parents would still set a place for him at the table even though he had turned on us. Somehow I just found it funny. Percy was just a person with unparalleled marks, a Prefect and Head Boy badge, and probably the record for being the only person never to get in trouble.
What kind of life is that?
Now, we move on to the twins: Gred and Forge. Here, I thought I had a chance to stand out but no, my parents just ignored me. Sure, the twins were in trouble most of the time for pulling pranks but they were incredible at Potions and my parents never missed that little fact.
Apparently, neither did Professor Snape either because he became their lover after they left school. But, no, we don’t need to think about that.
Then me…but we’ll skip me for now and move on to Ginny. Ginevra Weasley. She was my mother’s little angel. Why? Because she was the only girl, the youngest, and her last baby she would ever have. Ginny could do no wrong.
So, of course, I received all the punishment for her wrong doings.
And now, Me: The only thing I really had talent for was strategy. But nobody paid attention to me. I was good at observation and planning attacks yet I was somehow no help to my parents or the Order of Phoenix.
But I was help to someone; someone powerful. I used it to my full advantage. And here I am.
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I didn’t mean to get side-tracked after I mentioned my lover but I figured some background could help you understand me better.
He used to know what was good for me. At least, that is what I believed. That’s what I said right? Well, he used to be my Master. I was so lost my sixth year and I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going. So I gave myself to his care, knowing I would be taken care of.
Ironically, I, and probably everybody else, could never see me submissive because of my temper but it was exactly what I had needed. I cleared my head of resentment and basked in his love. In return, I obeyed him and let him know I loved and appreciated him.
But even that did not turn out as I had planned.
Everything had been going fine until he suddenly stopped. He told me he was finished and that he couldn’t do it anymore. He threw me out and never said another word. I still don’t understand what I did or didn’t do and what caused him to react in such a way. But, since then, I have recovered.
I recovered the day I killed him; at the side of the man who has truly come to love me.
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It was a cold day in February when we met on the battlefield. I had stayed paassive up until that point, remaining secretive about who had picked me up and glued back together the pieces of my heart.
The rain pelted the grassy fields of Hogwarts where the battle took place. The Light side was falling quickly and even Voldemort had deigned not to come, saying that his followers could take care of the Light side, Potter included.
About halfway in, I broke rank and moved to my true side, Voldemort’s. I reveled in the shock of my family as I dropped them, sparing only the twins because of Severus. Only Bill and Charlie, not being present, were not targeted.
In the midst of the bodies of my once family, I faced him. My once lover and one time Master. Now, I was in control.
We faced, each yelling the killing curse and having our curses meet. At a stand still, he asked me why and I simply told him. “Because of you. All of this is your fault and my blame lies nowhere else.”
I felt someone’s arms wrap around me and knew it was my lover. Once more giving myself to him, we shouted the curse together and my enemy fell.
The battlefield seemed to freeze, everyone knowing the Dark had won, as I walked up to the body of my enemy.
I picked up his wand and snapped it, the pieces falling square on the chest of the Saviour.
I had killed the Saviour of the Wizarding World.
No, my Master and I had.
And together, we turned, and left the battle and the ruins of my past.