eighth ♘ voice/video
[It had been the first tombstone he’d seen the words written haunted him, froze him in place. It was impossible to move and breathe, making the inevitable happen. The hallucination started with a burst. There was laughter and, suddenly, he could feel the piercing pain of being blown backwards. It’d taken moments for him to realize what happened.]
[But any pain dissipated as he heard a scream, scrambling forward; there was one sight before him: the familiar red head, both ears intact, dead on the floor. His face was merry, full of a laughter that would be the last one he had. And then there was his older, bespectacled brother leaning over the body. And that was it.]
[It was a blur, but the hallucination of how his brother died gave him more than enough information. Jar clenched, Ron felt the moisture sting his eyes before he slammed on the PCD in a furious motion. First it’s on voice and the broken voice comes through.]
Can’t let us be, can they? If I ever get my hands on ‘em-[He hissed, stopping momentarily to stop his voice from cracking further.
And there’s a fumble for a moment but the PCD comes onto video to show one simple thing to those who could read it:]
Fred Weasley
May 2, 1998
[The under text read about a lively brother and a defender of Hogwarts, but Ron’s quiet and when he speaks his voice is hollow.]
If you know anything about this Harry you better start speaking. This better be some sick joke of this bloody place.
[But his voice finally cracked completely. At least no one… no one could see the tears he forced back, because even if it wasn’t real the vision had been very much so.] This place really does get more damned impossible to deal with by the day.
I-I’ll be out here a bit longer. You lot should stay in seeing as-well, that bit’s obvious. Some of us on the police force is out about to help, suppose.
[And he cuts off the feed on that, note, too hollow to speak anymore. He just had to know from Harry and couldn’t be arsed to private the message.]
[But any pain dissipated as he heard a scream, scrambling forward; there was one sight before him: the familiar red head, both ears intact, dead on the floor. His face was merry, full of a laughter that would be the last one he had. And then there was his older, bespectacled brother leaning over the body. And that was it.]
[It was a blur, but the hallucination of how his brother died gave him more than enough information. Jar clenched, Ron felt the moisture sting his eyes before he slammed on the PCD in a furious motion. First it’s on voice and the broken voice comes through.]
Can’t let us be, can they? If I ever get my hands on ‘em-[He hissed, stopping momentarily to stop his voice from cracking further.
And there’s a fumble for a moment but the PCD comes onto video to show one simple thing to those who could read it:]
Fred Weasley
May 2, 1998
[The under text read about a lively brother and a defender of Hogwarts, but Ron’s quiet and when he speaks his voice is hollow.]
If you know anything about this Harry you better start speaking. This better be some sick joke of this bloody place.
[But his voice finally cracked completely. At least no one… no one could see the tears he forced back, because even if it wasn’t real the vision had been very much so.] This place really does get more damned impossible to deal with by the day.
I-I’ll be out here a bit longer. You lot should stay in seeing as-well, that bit’s obvious. Some of us on the police force is out about to help, suppose.
[And he cuts off the feed on that, note, too hollow to speak anymore. He just had to know from Harry and couldn’t be arsed to private the message.]