[ EU ] If George R. R. Martin wrote Harry Potter

Ron raced down the corridor, he had to tell someone. His thoughts raced. Had he just seen McGonagall stab the liaison from Gringott's? The possible repercussions played out in his mind. As he approached the boy's dormitory, he stopped short. Shrouded, before him, was the imp. 
 
 Flitwick snarled, `` Where might you be going, dear Weasley?'' 
 
 `` To the dorm, p-professor.'' Ron nervously moved his hand to his wand. 
 
 `` I know what you have seen, and I wish to make sure that they never get away with it. It has always been McGonagall and the Malfoy child.'' Flitwick lowered his head. `` They are... lovers, and coconspirators in a most heinous crime, not only did she kill the representative from Gringott's. He... He's been experimenting with --'' Out of the shadows, a green bolt of light, specific to the Avada Kedavra curse, flew across the empty courtyard and struck Professor Flitwick. His death was instant. Ron began to run, his heart thumping, anticipating a deadly curse to be hurled at him at any moment by the unknown assassin. None ever came, and he made it to the dorm, breathless. He mumbled the password to the painting and went inside. As the painting swung closed, Draco Malfoy stepped from the nearby shadows, having now attained the first key to victory... 
 
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 Ron awoke late, his head pounding. No one was around. They had all laughed at him when he had told them the story. He had a terrible habit of telling tall tales, so this was assumed to be no different. As he got up, eyes crusty and heavy from sleep, he made his way into the washroom. For years it had been a safe place for him. 
 
 When he entered, what he saw struck him and drained the blood from his face. Ron almost immediately fainted from the ghastly image before him, his unconscious body on the bathroom floor. And suspended from the ceiling was the lifeless corpse of Harry Potter, a shimmering golden rope around his neck and a single bullet wound on his lightning shaped scar. 
 
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 Not far from Hogwarts, a cloaked McGonagall meets with Draco Malfoy. He removes her hood and gently caresses her wrinkled cheek. As her gaze locks on him, she pulls him close in a sensual embrace. They kiss, and in her eyes are tears. 
 
 `` I do n't want to kill any longer, you said just the banker, now you've killed the Potter boy.'' She pleads with Draco. `` We've got your shipments of guns, what more do you want?'' 
 
 Draco smiles as he pulls out his wand. From his robe, he pulls out a single 9mm bullet, touching it to the tip of his Hawthorne wood wand. `` Magnetus.'' The bullet sticks to the tip of his wand, hovering in place over the embedded unicorn hairs. 
 
 She begins to back away, terror in her eyes. `` What are you doing?!'' She cries, as he points his wand at her face. `` No, please!'' She begins to reach for her own wand, a second too late. 
 
 `` Velocis Muto!'' The bullet, with nothing more than a soft flitting sound, flies through the air and strikes McGonagall in the heart, killing her within seconds. 
 
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 In the Gryffindor dorm, a group of teachers and students gather to watch as Ron is led out in chains, having been discovered with a gun next to his hand, passed out next to the hanging corpse of the Boy Who ( once ) Lived. 

