Ronald Weasley hated his life.
All of his life he had been overshadowed by his family and his two best friends.
Fred and George were two of the most popular people in Hogwarts; they were funny, no they were hilarious and no matter what they did everyone laughed and still liked them. Mr and Mrs Weasley always had to keep an eye on them two.
Ginny was great at Quidditch, friends with nearly all of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Huffelpuff. She was also popular with the teachers. She was got new clothes and spoiled by her parents.
Charlie was one of the greatest seekers Gryffindor had ever had, worked amazingly well with animals, was friendly. Charlie was always climbing trees or doing something that could probably get him killed, so Ron's parents had to look out for him too. Plus, he now worked and lived in Romania so he got even more attention when he came back home.
Bill was like Charlie's twin, he did stupid things like seeing how high he could climb then jump from that height. He worked in Egypt so got attention when he came back home too.
Percy was the smart one. He excelled in all the subjects he did and got top marks in all his exams. His parents were so proud.
Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived or in Ron's mind at the moment he preferred to call Harry the-boy-who-just-would-not-die! Everywhere they went together it was Harry, Harry, Harry; even when they went to the Burrow his mother preferred him. When Molly wrote letters to him and Ron it was always "Dear Harry and Ron"; she put Harry's name before her own son's!
Lastly Hermione Granger. Even though she was a mug...mudblood she knew everything. She was a walking, talking wizard encyclopedia; every time a teacher asked a question her hand shot up AND she always got the answer right! Teachers (and Ron's parents) adored her!
Ron was sitting quietly at the Gryffindor table absorbed in his thoughts. Harry and Hermione sat either side of him; Hermione was checking her essay for the 50th time and Harry was doing an autograph for some 2nd year Ravenclaws.
'You ok Ronnie?' broke Ron from his thoughts, Lavender, Padma and Pavarti were smiling kindly at him.
'Err...Yeah, fine.' He smiled back, but he didn't mean it; he was fed up of standing in his family's, Harry's and Hermione's shadow.
'Ah, I think that will be ok, but I'm not sure; it's only five pieces of parchment.' Sighed Hermione, Harry looked at her and rolled his emerald eyes.
'Hermione we only had to do two pieces.' He chuckled; Ron wondered how that was funny.
On the way to the common room Harry was asked countless other times for a photo or an autograph and Hermione kept on being stopped by Ravenclaws; they wanted to speak to her about some school work. Ron could have screamed! It was even worse in the common room; more people called to Harry and Hermione.
Ron slipped out the room unnoticed by either of them.
The bruised angry sky crackled with wicked yellow fingers of intense light, the heavens opened on to Ron's depressed face, the thrashing rain became fiercer with the almighty howling wind.
Ron loved it! For once in his life, he felt wonderful. He had always loved storms and had always been told off by his mum for running out in the height of them, also he knew that Harry, Hermione and his family were scared of them! He felt powerful when the rain soaked him to the skin and the wind lashed around him, why couldn't life always feel this good.
Ron knew what he had to do in his life to be able to fell free, good and he knew that this would get him noticed. He didn't care that people might dislike him afterwards; he would feel complete.
Draco, Gregg and Vinnie where making their way down a corridor to the Great Hall; it was dinner.
'I need to piss. Coming?' Draco asked them.
'Yeah, I need to go too.' Answered Gregg, Vinnie nodded in agreement.
The bathroom was a small room; it was near Slytherin so not many people used it but it was very regal in its decoration, quite beautiful and peaceful.
'What's that?' asked Draco nervously, pointing up. A rope hung from the ceiling down into a locked cubicle. Draco edged nearer.
'Be careful D.' Whispered Gregg.
'Locked! Help.' Said Draco when he realized it was locked. Gregg and Vinnie rammed their bulky shoulders into the door. It flew open.
Ron Weasley hung from the ceiling like a limp rag doll.
'Merlin!' Shouted Draco, he whipped out his wand and yelled a spell that cut the rope down. Ron's ghostly pale body thudded down onto the wet floor.
Vinnie and Gregg stood frozen.
'GO GET HELP!' Shouted Draco, he had never got on with Ron but he certainly didn't wish him dead. Both boys ran to the great hall as fast as their large legs would carry them.
Draco rested Ron in his arms, he felt for a pulse...
