It felt like ages since he had been standing. Everything was dark, surely someone realised what had happened. Someone working in the ministry should have noticed that the ceiling of one of the highest security rooms had collapsed. But nothing. Was it night time, or was the rubble blocking Ron’s eyes. All he could think of was sending the patronus. But even that failed and the dementor had kissed Harry. Ron had heard Harry make a choking noise, and then he shut up. He understood what had happened as the tears began rolling down his pale face.

Just before he stood up, he heard a faint voice in the distance. A deep voice, a familiar voice.

“I think I see Ron,” A hoarse voice said. “Yeah, that’s him unless there was a red-headed death…” He stopped talking for a moment and looked at the body on the floor. Laid in front of him, a child hood friend was dead. He was not a friend anymore though, ever since he had betrayed his friends and killed one of them.

Remus kept walking, wand in the air illuminating the path in front of him. He thought that he had spotted Ron and rushed over to him when another four people walked into the chamber.

One was a woman with short dark green hair. She was accompanied by 2 Agents of the Order and Sirius Black. As he came in, he froze for a second, looking at the thing which had almost killed him. He then looked around, expecting to see Harry standing up, maybe even joking around with Remus. Instead of this however, all he could see was a pile of debris. He looked everywhere, and just saw piles of ceiling on the floor. He pulled his wand out even quicker and lit it. He waved it around, hoping to see Harry sat on the floor. Maybe Harry was hiding; maybe he took after James and was waiting for the right moment to jump out.

“Harry, I saw you.” He lied. “The game is up, come on out, maybe next time you could have a better hiding place.” He looked around; hoping he would see his godson stand up, grin on his face. Nothing.

“Padfoot, come here. Help me pull Ron out!” Lupin shouted from the side. Sirius ran towards him, and noticed that Ron’s leg was stuck underneath a large piece of cement which was one of the main foundations of the theatre. Sirius tried to pick it up, but couldn’t hold it. He finally went towards Remus and listened to the instructions.

“Look, we need to get his foot out before it gets suffocated or crushed. I’m going to pull his leg to the left and I need you to go to the other side and rub his skin which is underneath the pillar.” Remus paused, taking a bottle out of his pocket. “Take this, it should help you.”

Sirius ran over to the right hand side of Ron, and poured the liquid over his trapped leg. He then began to move the skin left and right, just so that he could move. He did this for a few seconds and then felt Remus’ tug on Ron’s body. The liquid had worked and Ron was slowly sliding through the wood.
Sirius then jumped over to where Lupin was and helped him pull, helping Ron escape quicker. A small smile broke out on Sirius’ face as Ron slid out fully and was free. The small vanished as he looked for Harry. Thinking that Harry would be nearby, he began to pick up loose bits of rubble and threw it to the side where the path was clear.

He couldn’t find anything, and then his eyes fell left. He could see something, but wasn’t sure what it was. It was reflecting the sunlight which was entering the room. The sun had just rose and the room had was glowing in the red rising sunlight so all four turned out the light from their wands.

Sirius moved closer to this piece of reflective material, wondering what it was.

When he made contact with it, his finger began stinging. He looked at it and noticed he had been cut by the glass. This glass was out of its frame, and a bit more to the left was some more glass. Next to these was a body. There was a strange look on the boy’s face, like he had seen a horrifying image and a beautiful image at the same time. His face was pale and he was cold. He had a faint blood red scar on his forehead which was glowing crazily. It appeared and disappeared, within a few seconds.

Sirius fell to his knees, tears falling down his face. He couldn’t look at the body, not even check for a pulse. He had broken his promise to James. He said that he would protect Harry, but in the end Harry ended up dying.