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Snape kills Voldemort. The two friends who were there, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Draco and Severus, are nowhere to be seen."

"So, what then is that a sign from God?" Ron wondered.

"Well the only place we're sure is the one Dumbledore gave us was on Mt. Olympus."

"What?!" the boy screamed. "My god, where would he have given us an idea for what to do? Let Voldemort be dead?"

"Ron!" Severus called out from his hiding place in the castle. "Do you want to see what is going on here?"

While it took Harry a few moments to grasp a pattern to the chaos and confusion going on with the two friends, his godfather and his cousin finally arrived.

Ron looked over to see Ron's godfather and aunt standing over the body of Voldemort and staring at him with utter disgust.

There was nothing they could do. While they could have killed him, given him a horcrux to destroy, offered him a potion and perhaps even left him to his death if he refused to give up, there was absolutely nothing they could do to stop Voldemort from taking control of life and using it in his own sick, twisted, and demented designs.

For the fourth time in that moment, Ron decided that he wasn't going to

Snape kills his wife in a furious fit of anger.] [He enters the office and sees Hermione.] [To Harry and Ron.] Ron, I am the only one for whom this is not a concern. I am not going to see Hermione. Please, get up. She must be waiting for you. I would prefer not to worry you about this right now. I mean, it's Hermione's fault, but that's a given. [Harry points at Neville, who is still shaking from the ordeal.] Neville, you're in big trouble, Ron. You're getting very close to being castrated. How many other men could you possibly see in that room? [He points at Ron.] Ron, I don't know if anybody would even consider talking to you about that. No one knows what's going on. You've never been seen with Hermione before in all your life. Your body needs repair. There's no way you're a real guy. And there's no use being polite. There is no way that even a second of your physicality would suffice. You can't possibly be a real guy! I'd hate to think of you as a true guy. [Ron looks at Harry, and Ron tells Harry he can't say anything anymore.] Ron, if I should get really angry, maybe a hug would be in order. [He smiles.] I'll try to