Alright, this is the edited and twisted version. I completely changed it, but at the same time, I kept everything that was there before.
I was running. My bare, bloody feet were screaming at me to stop and rest. The cold breeze freezing my barely covered body. My stomach ached from hunger, and my legs threatened to give out at any moment.
He was right behind me, getting closer by the second. I knew I lost. I couldn't escape him. He was much faster than me; he was only pretending to put up a struggle.
I screamed as he tripped me and pinned me to the ground. The rough pavement scratched my soft skin. He knelt on my back, so I couldn't move.
"Ron, please," I sobbed, "let me go."
This is a version of Harry Potter where Harry died instead of Voldemort. Mudbloods were inslaved. Purebloods ruled the world.
I don't own the Harry Potter characters or places. I do own the plot, so back off please.
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