A sequel to 'The End Is Never The End'. For Squeakykid, who gave me the idea :D I've just picked a few people who I think it would be interesting for Ron to visit and explain that they were dead. I may do more people on other chapters but, of course, if you want Ron to visit someone, just ask and I'll see what I can do :)
Oh and "S.T.D." stands for "Straight To Death", not sexually transmitted disease!

'Bloody hell! It's busy here today, Matt,' exclaimed Ron as the room filled; he was in a large, dark room. The walls were covered in intricately designed wallpaper and there were no windows; it was filled with dim artificial light. Men and women in black cloaks filled the room and dementors revealed their hoods to show normal people. Some greeted Ron, others smiled at him, but all of them seemed happy.

'Of course it is!' Laughed a squared-jaw man behind him; it was the grim that had told him he was dead. Since then they'd become great friends. 'It's the final battle today, Hogwarts is going to be filled with the dead and they all need people to tell them.'

'Seriously? Can't we just tell them all at once?' Matt laughed again, it was a rich laugh which made anyone listening smile along.

'No, dying can be a hard thing to come to terms with, it's not like dying of old age or cancer, death can be expected and you can prepare for it, but dying in a war, like this one, is hard. Some of these people today will still have their whole lives ahead of them; it's the last thing they'd expect and they wouldn't have time to say goodbye,' explained Matt.

'But it's a war, of course they're prepared to die. Aren't they?' Ron really couldn't see the difference. Matt just shook his head.

'No, it's much worse. Ron,' he looked seriously at him, it was one of the first times he had done. 'You've got to be prepared yourself.'

'Why? I'm dead.'

'You're going to see people you love and know die, don't worry,' he gave Ron a small smile. 'You'll be able to tell your own family and friends, they'll allow you that.'

Chairs were laid out in rows and it was like a school assembly. Ron and Matt took seats on the end of a back row.

'Hello,' on a stage was The Grim Reaper, not a grim reaper, but The Grim Reaper, the one who ordered everyone else around; he was the Head of them all. His hood was up and he carried a long, sharp scythe. His voice was jolly and positive; you could imagine that under the clock there was a fat, round smiley man who liked talking and laughing. You could imagine that he had died of laughter. 'It's good to see you all and I hope you've been well since we last spoke. But today is serious,' even though he was saying today was important and grave, his voice didn't change; it was still its happy self. 'Many of you will know people who will die today and of course, will be able to tell them yourself. Unlike normal, each of you will be given a list and that will have your "customers" for today, the order of the names is the order of death. Now, please, understand that that order cannot be change or warned – just like normal. I know you will want to tell your family or show them somehow, but just like normal, you cannot! As many will be leaving Earth today, you will go straight from one to the next without pause, however take as long as the person needs to understand that they are dead – time is stopped! It will probably be longer and harder than usual, so be forewarned. It should be nice to see some of your family and friends! Oh and before I forget, I shall, after a hundred years service, be leaving the grim ranks to finally cross over into death! My soul is ready to leave, yes, I know, a thousand years isn't very long but it has been for me! Like usual, after today, you can begin to vote for who you want to be The Grim Reaper, the list of those who have been chosen to compete for Head will be up in the main foyer after the Final Battle! Have fun,' His voice was still jolly, in a blink of an eye, a list appeared on each grim's lap.

The room filled with talk of The Grim Reaper's retirement and the list of people they'd been given.

'Bloody hell... 5? 5! We normally get two or maybe three on a busy day!' Said Ron as he looked to see how many names he had.

'Lucky you! I've got ten to do! It's probably because I don't know anyone who will be there so it'll be easier for me; yours must be people you know. Good luck, I'll see you later.' With an eerie sound of chilling wind, Matt left.

Ron read through his list;

Fred Weasley, death by falling wall – twin will be fine and rest of family, can be ghost.

Remus Lupin, death by killing curse – wife will also die, son will be fine, killer caught S.T.D.

Colin Creevy, death by blade – brother dies but parents fine, killer dies, S.T.D

Vincent Crabbe, death by enchanted fire – Gregory& Draco Malfoyfine, parents die, ST.D.

Tom Marvolo Riddle "Voldermort", death by expelliarmus charm – soul annoyed = Limbo.

Ron couldn't believe his eyes as he looked down his list; it would get easier as it went on, but Ron didn't know how he would be able to deal with telling Fred that he was dead.

And Fred dead? Ron just didn't know how George would be able to go on; Fred was his other half! They were Fred and George, George and Fred, they weren't just Fred or George, they were The Twins, and they were always together. And now they wouldn't be.

A small part of him smiled though; the rest of his family would be fine and so would the rest of his friends and the Light would win this battle; Voldermort would die. He found it easy to call Voldermort, Voldermort now; Voldermort couldn't harm him now and he was the only thing that Voldermort feared. Ron was Death. Maybe he'd call him Tom, just to be annoying.

Ron glided down the halls of Hogwarts; not being seen but sending a chill down all of those that he past. He saw old friends fighting, they'd got better than they'd been at DA meetings – he was proud of them. And then he saw it.

Fred's body.

George, Percy and Harry were all there. They saw it.

And there was Fred.

Standing clueless.

Waving in front of George, who had begun to yell and cry.

Then everything froze.

'Hello Fred,' smiled Ron, he threw down his hood and smiled at his brother.

'Ron? But you're dead? You're alive!' Fred wooped and ran to Ron, who just gave a small smile and embraced Fred; it was good to see him again. 'Why did you do it?' Ron shook his head.

'Look around Fred.' Fred's smile faded.

'No, no, no, no! I-I can't. No.'

'Come on, sit down,' Ron guided Fred over to a broken bit of wall which now lent itself to a seat. 'It's hard... I know.'

'You're a... what the hell?' A tear fell down Fred's face and Ron gave a friendly smile.

'I did die – what is it now? 3 or 4 years ago?' Fred nodded.

'Four.'

'But my soul wasn't ready to move on, I couldn't leave Earth. So basically I was either a grim reaper or a ghost, I went with a grim. I go and tell people they're dead, it's easier than it sounds.' Ron was so relieved; Fred seemed to be alright about it all. It was lucky that he had always been the cheery and humorous one.

'Can I do that? You know, be with you?'

'Nah, you're not special enough!' Fred gave a small laugh. 'You can if you want to either just go to heaven or you can be a ghost,' Ron looked down at his clipboard. 'You'll be able to haunt Hogwarts, that's it,' Ron smiled at Fred.

'George will be alright... won't he? Mum, Dad, everyone else? They'll be okay?' Ron consulted his board.

'Yep, they'll all be fine, a bit upset that you're dead but yeah, they all survive this and have nice lives... the second bit is a guess,' smiled Ron again; you had to be cheery to do this job well. Fred nodded.

'Can I think about it?'

'Of course you can,' Ron gestured around them, 'time's stopped, we've got as long as you want or need.'

'Is there others that you've got to do?' Said Fred after a few minutes of silence, Ron nodded.

'No one important though.'

Around ten minutes passed; Fred had got up and walked around for most of it, before he sat back down next to Ron.

'I've made up my mind... I think.'

'You do realise that this decision will affect you for the rest of eternity?' Smiled Ron.

'Yeah... they'll all be alright?' Ron nodded; he thought he knew what Fred would say now – when they knew that the ones they cared for would be okay, there was only one route for them. Fred took a breath. 'I'll have one ticket to Heaven, please.'

'Hi,' called Ron.

Remus Lupin turned around.

'I'm dead?'

'Yes.'

'Oh.'

'Oh indeed... don't worry, Tonks will be joining you in Heaven.'

'What about Teddy?' This was the first time Ron had sensed worry in Lupin's voice; he had accepted it well. All of his childhood friends were dead and Ron sensed that Lupin would be happy to join them.

Ron looked down at his board.

'Fine, he'll grow up strong and happy, missing his parents of course,' Ron smiled, not knowing if the last few bits were correct, but it helped people to move over if they were told everything would be well and fine.

'You promise Ron?'

'Yes, Teddy will be fine.'

Minutes of silence past.

'Do I just go?'

'Yeah, no forms or anything like that,' Lupin gave a small smile. 'Trust me, I was asked once if anything had to be signed!'

'Harry?'

'He's not on my list and we get given family and friends. So he'll be fine and I have an inkling that the Light might just win... just a theory, of course.' Lupin smiled; he was content as a dead person could be. Yes, he'd miss his son and would have wanted to spend the rest of his life alive, but you can't have everything.

'What do I do?' Ron pointed in front of Lupin. A white door had appeared. It was wooden and had a shiny brass handle. 'That's all?' Ron nodded.

'Tonks?'

'She'll either be there or will be joining you shortly, remember, there's no such thing as time in death, before you know it, your son and his family will be with you.'

'Thank you Ron,' with a small smile, Remus Lupin opened the door and walked through into the light.

'Oh!' Colin Creevy didn't take it as well as the other two before him; he was one of the worst Ron had ever had.

He was all snot and tears. He clung to Ron like a leech clings to live skin. Ron hoped that the white door would arrive soon but he knew it would only come when the person had accepted that they were dead and Ron wondered if Colin ever would.

'I can't die!'

'You already have,' muttered Ron to himself as Colin continued to wail on and on and on and on.

In real time, it took Colin two hours to stop crying, but that was only half the battle.

'Will Amy be okay?' Ron just smiled and nodded, not knowing the real answer, but it couldn't hurt the boy to be reassured and maybe he'd leave sooner if he was. 'What about David?' The list of people that Colin asked about was extensive and rather boring. Ron didn't know that one person could know so many people and actually care that they would survive. 'What about Harry? Potter that is, will he survive?'

'No.' Answered Ron, his voice full of annoyance and sarcasm, but it seemed that Colin hadn't heard of either.

'Oh no! He can't!' And the futile ramblings started again.

'At least you can sing along to a broken record,' muttered Ron under Colin's yelling.

'Oh!' Colin looked down at his standing body. 'I've got a knife through me!'

'Well done, Captain Obvious,' this job really did make you sarcastic and rather mean at times.

After another hour of the I-have-a-knife-in-me lecture, the white door appeared. Ron wondered if it had got sick of waiting and hearing Colin's voice. Why couldn't the boy have been stabbed in the voice box?

'Oh! Do I go through the door?' And the talking began about the door; Ron just pushed him through it.

Ron looked down at his list; he knew who the boy was but could never tell the difference between him and Goyle. At least now, one would be dead and the other alive.

As Ron walked towards Crabbe's place of death he saw two people he had been waiting his whole death to see; Harry and Hermione. He had heard of their adventures but he had never seen them yet. He smiled as he glided past.

'Well, he looks better,' remarked Ron as he saw Crabbe; the fire couldn't harm them anymore because they were dead. Crabbe's face was burnt almost out of recognition, the skin had melted away in places and only the bone was visible.
'Thank Merlin, he's not becoming a Ghost, the first years would probably die of fright.' Thought Ron.

'No,' Crabbe's hands jumped up and covered his eyes as he caught a glimpse of the hooded figure from the corner of his right eye. He was a pure-blood and had always been taught that seeing a grim meant a fate worse than death.

'The I-can't-see-you-so-you-can't-see-me thing really doesn't work by the way,' smiled Ron, he threw down his hood; he'd found out that greeting the newly dead in person instead of grim received a better and calmer reaction. Crabbe still hid his eyes.

'Err... Vincent?' Ron had no clue as to what he should call the boy. Ron walked nearer to him and touched him on the shoulder. Vincent jumped away like Ron was a monster. 'Bloody hell,' muttered Ron under his breath; how stupid could one person be?

It seemed that the answer was "very".

'You're dead,' said Ron harshly.

'No... I am?'

'No, I'm joking.'

'But you died? What are you doing alive?'

'No I didn't, I just pretended too. And see these flames around us, they're not real!' Ron's voice dripped with sarcasm. Vincent had believed Ron until the fire was mentioned.

'I'm dead,' his eyes flashed with his last moments.

'Aren't you a genius?' Muttered Ron under his breath.

'Why?' Ron shrugged.

'It's just your turn, by the way, the other one, Gregory and Ma-Draco will live, but your parents die too.' Ron wanted this to be the shortest death telling sessions he had ever had; he didn't like the boy. 'Go through door.' Ron pointed to the white door amongst the flames. 'Yes, that's it, go, go, go.' Vincent looked confused but was used to following orders from others. 'Bye, yeah that's it, leave.'

'Why hello Tom.'

Voldermort span around, his cloak fanning around him in a dramatic fashion, he pointed his wand at Ron. Ron just laughed.

'Go on, try it.' Voldermort did and Ron stood happily as the killing curse shot straight through him. He looked shocked but turned back around and aimed a curse at frozen Harry, which just went straight through him too. 'It won't work.'

'You're dead.' Smiled Ron simply; this was Voldermort's greatest fear.

'You lie, boy.'

'Boy? I prefer the term grim reaper.' Ron gave an offended look beneath his hood.

'No, I'm not dead. I can't die!' Ron looked down at his clipboard.

'Oh yeah... the 7 Horcruxes, yeah they've all been destroyed, you killing Harry before destroyed the last one,' Ron smiled even more as Voldermort's smug face crumbled. 'Oh and you're screwed.'

'What?' Voldermort growled.

'You have seriously pissed off your soul.'

'What?'

'It hates you!' He looked down at his board again and tutted, shaking his hood.

'What? What! I order you to tell me!' Ron laughed again.

'You can't "order" me, I'm death,' Ron smiled at Voldermort's common ideas that there was just one grim reaper. Voldermort just looked, his face blank, his eyes blank.

'So Tom,'

'Do not call me that! I am not him!'

'Yes you are, it says here,' Ron pointed at his board. '"Tom Marvolo Riddle" and that's you. So Tom it is.' Voldermort looked annoyed but said nothing; you didn't argue with Death.

'I wish to a Ghost,' Ron laughed.

'Oh, that's classic. "I wish to be a Ghost", oh you crack me up,' Ron's impression of Voldermort was more like a high, shrill voice that you'd do to represent any female. 'You can't bloody choose... Tom. You, my friend,'

'I am not your friend.'

'You, my friend,' repeated Ron, hiding a very smug smile on his face. 'Are going to Limbo, no, not the party game, the place.'

'What?'

'Is that the only word you know?' Asked Ron. 'It's a place between death and life, your soul is tormented but doesn't want to stay on Earth but can't move on. As I said before, you're screwed.'

'I'm not-.'

'Oh yes you are! You can't stop it, see that,' Ron pointed to a cold, dark, black hole like thing just behind Voldermort. 'You're going to go through it,' Voldermort said nothing but it was obvious – from reading his mind – that he wasn't planning on doing any such thing. 'Unlike when people become a ghost or move on, you have a certain amount of time before you're taken to your place and your time is nearly up. Have fun in Limbo, send me a postcard,' Ron smiled as the hole reached out and pulled Voldermort into its depths.

Ron gave a large smile as the world around him began to move again, with a last look at those he cared for, he faded away.