Mourning the fallen interlude

Ron Weasley wasn't the brightest child. When his parents died a week after his second year of schooling. He didn't know what to feel, loss, heartbreak and anger. Looking out of the window at Stardust Orphanage he remembered walking into the house vividly.

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Ron walked the path up to his house the grangers had dropped him off and Ron said he'd walk the rest of the way up. They were nearby on their vacation and decided to invite Ron to hang out with their daughter. Ron could see inside the house from here he smiled and walked quickly and suddenly stopped.

The smell of iron and something foul wafted through the air. He took cover behind a tree and peeked across and he saw something horrible. Spells were flying. The house was lit alight on the first floor with greens,reds and blues.

Ron urged his legs to move forward to help when he mustered the courage to move the pitch black fog that was leaking out the front door. Quickly the boy pulled back when he felt a gut wrenching pull on his magic startled. He decided to wait for the lights to end.

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It was almost dark and Ron was able to approach his home. He reached the doorsteps and creaked the door open. The malodorous smell reached him first then his stomach followed after seeing a boy a few years his senior standing in the middle of his family's dead body's.

The boy turned over with a grace he was holding a tie in his right hand and started to lift his left. It felt like a tsunami was coming down on him then nothing. The magic and the boy have been taken away by a portkey. He could see the magic that would have crushed his spine be tunneled away after the boy.

Ron ran over to his fathers body and started crying.