PROLOGUE

The Death Eaters were folding under sheer weight of numbers, overcome by spells, dragging arrows from wounds, stabbed in the leg by elves, or else simply attempting to escape, but swallowed by the oncoming horde.

An unimaginable chaos, the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry had, on this decisive day, turned into a battleground for the eternal war of Good against Evil. And, to the relief of many, the Good seemed to have the upper hand today. To an outside viewer, it would seem to be a powerful and evocative image of the Human struggle to live in a world contrasting thoughts, if she could see through the dust and sparks, that is.

Merlin knows, Ronald Weasley had not done many a great deed in his life. He wasn't always right in his life. In fact, he had many a times acted in ways that made his ears burn while remembering them. Despite this, he was happy to know that his heart was in the right place. He was on a side he would never regret choosing. He would save his family and friends, or those left in them.

Harry, Fred. Blimey, if someone's up there, don't make me lose another one of my family. He felt his eyes becoming teary. As he was currently fighting against Fenrir Greyback, who'd once hurt Hermione, this was probably not the best of times to become a crying mess. He doubted if this savage wizard would hold the fight and provide him a comfortable shoulder to tear up on.

Neville would, though.

To say he was truly astonished of his current partner's change was an understatement. He was seriously baffled. He guiltily thought that maybe if he would have been a better friend, an encouraging support instead of a mocking classmate, Neville would have been even more heroic than Harry is-...was.

"Avada Ke-"

"Stupefy!"

"Protego!"

Greyback was not pleased with him. Well, he could live with that...

"Weasley, I want to finish this quickly, so that I can kill your mother next. Fiery lady, I never knew she had it in her! Killing Bella like that... It would be so much fun toying with her! "

Ron's demeanour quickly changed. He became fully focussed on Greyback. Anger clouded over his eyes and he wanted nothing more than to choke the werewolf to death.

"You rotten piece of scum!" He yelled.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Time had, probably literally, stopped for him. Ron felt it hitting him square in the chest, faintly heard Neville crying out his name, and only fleetingly remembered her. He remembered their last conversation...

(FLASHBACK)

"Ron, I'm going with Ginny. Please look out for yourself!" Hermione seemed really scared saying it, "Promise me you'll look out for yourself... "

"Yeah," His voice came out thick, too undesirable for possibly their last conversation, "I will, promise." She nodded, gave him a quick peck on the lips, and ran off, leaving Ron with some butterflies as excited as Pigwidgeon in his stomach. As he started going in the other direction, something caught his eyes.

"Another bloody dangerous locket?" He pulled out a golden locket lying beneath the ruins of castle lying on the floor, cleaned it off, and examined it. So familiar.

"Aha," he recognised it, "it's Hermione's time-turner! Extremely dangerous, I knew it! " Sounds of blasts assaulted his ear-drums."Suppose I should keep it with me," he hurriedly wore it on his neck, "better me than You-know-... Voldemort."

(FLASHBACK END)

He felt it breaking on his chest. That powerful time-turner which had stood against the waves of time could not endure the Killing Curse. How intriguing...

Ron saw every person, every curse going in the reverse direction, people going back from where they came, owls and arrows flying backwards. He imagined that this unusual sight is the sign of his brain shutting down, as his eyes tiredly close. He'll meet Fred and Harry, and they will have philosophical discussions, while watching the war that killed them, like outside viewers.