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Characters: Ron and his intruder Summary: Ron's fighting
Not right not right not right
He frowned when the voice piped up again. He was having a perfectly lovely evening, staring out over the lights of London at night, thinking of all the possibilities spread before him now.
Or, at least, possibilities that would be his once he rid himself of this one nagging little bump in the road.
No no no no no no no I won't. won't won't. My life. My body. my family. Harry Hermione Leila Mine Not yours Not right not right not right not right no no no no no
He sighed. While he could no longer hear the words the little parasite uttered, he could tell their tone well enough – the mad thrumming like an angry hive of bees. "You may as well accept it, and accept it quietly. You've been trying for how long now? I'd say your chances off success have long since passed. You're so faint now, I can't even hear the words. That should give you a hint right there."
good it's working keep you out
Pushing away from the railing, he began walking again, his jacket now pulled tight shut over the brisk fall air. How invigorating it was, the smell of leaves and smoke coming from the houses; there was even a few faint traces of cooking still lingering from long-past evening meals.
hungry
Hmm. Cooking.
The thought had him pausing, a rumble in the depths of his stomach. One thing he'd had the most difficult time adjusting to was just how much food this body seemed to require. Try as he might to moderate it, the organ simply refused to fill no matter how often he ate. How the irritating pest dealt with it, he had no idea.
It was very, very early in the morning and any decent establishment would be long since closed at this hour. Then he remembered the house, where the questioning woman and the little girl lived. By all accounts they'd vacated the premises to be with the other man. He smiled at how easily that had gone and set his feet towards the place, intent on nothing more than filling his stomach and then going on about his way. He'd spent long enough acclimating. It was time for action.
With his mind firmly on his successes and his future, he tuned out the annoying buzz echoing around those plans. He'd heard enough of that babble for one night.
tell me you set something Harry trap him find us you or Hermione can't do this alone getting stronger but so's he he's too confident I can't fight need you help me