This is Ron's rather depressing thought track when Harry's pretending to be dead in Deathly Hallows. It was written for the Hogwarts Online prompt of the day "Evidence." I reall hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter :(

As soon as the snake said it, Ron felt like someone had smashed him over the head with a bucket of ice cold water. A freezing sensation swept through his body, leaving him numb and rather hollow. There was no way it could be true- Harry Potter couldn't be dead. Someone was tugging at his arm, someone else trying to push past him, but he was barely aware of any of it.

"No!"

Ron could hardly tell it was him that was speaking over the roaring in his ears. Over Hagrid's arms all that was visible was a pale hand and a tuft of jet black hair, but that was enough. The jubilance on Voldemort's face only solidified the reality of it. Ron began to shake where he stood, but apart from that he was still frozen in the exact same position he had been when he walked out onto the grounds. Inside his head, his mind was going into overload. Images piled into his brain one after the other of a short, thin little boy with oversized glasses and constantly messy hair. Snippets of conversation echoed through him like a broken record, familiar happy laughter shattering his last defences.

Hagrid lowered the prone form of his best friend onto the damp grass, and nobody could deny that it was Harry Potter in front of them. A small trail of blood trickled from a brilliant split lip, and there was a long cut above his left eyebrow, but apart from that he could be sleeping. His skin was pale, the scar on his forehead vividly red. A strangled noise echoed from somewhere in Ron's throat.

The evidence was right in front of him, but Ron couldn't accept that damnit, he couldn't. The best years of his life had been with Harry; the scrawny git was just as much his brother as any Weasley. To think he would never tease his best mate again, never see his bright green eyes narrow in irritation again...it was almost unbearable. If he was really gone...bloody hell, Ron couldn't even remember his last proper words to him! It wasn't meant to go like this- Harry was Harry; he was untouchable. Ron had to use more than one hand to count the amount of times Harry should have died but hadn't. He couldn't actually be gone.

Nothing was registering any more. Ron felt like someone had punched him in the gut, and he gasped for air that would not come. He wanted to run to Harry, slap him silly. He wanted to break down and cry, because it felt like his heart was shattering. Seconds passed, and the images in his head kept on racing. Harry, tripping over his own robes; Harry, pushing him into the Venomous Trarantacula. Harry alive.

Ron Weasley took one great, shuddering breath, and finally noticed Hermione's hand, blindly clutching his shoulder. He couldn't even look at her. He couldn't look at anyone. Everything boiled down to single constant- Harry Potter couldn't be dead.

But he was.

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