When Severus Snape felt the mark on his skin burn during the third task, he knew what it meant and the dread that filled his body was consuming. He knew what he had to do, he knew it meant it was the start of a new war, and he didn't know if he'd survive it.
A short story based on Ron's emotions and feelings around the Yule Ball, loosely based on canon. More chapters to come if you want them- leave a review :)