Harry thought he had seen a flash of red in Ron's eyes.
"Ron?" he asked
Ron couldn't take it anymore being compared to his brothers, and famous Harry Potter, the Horocrux
was right, Hermione would always choose Harry over him and only one thing would change that. He
turned to Harry and plunged the sword down into Harry's chest, pulling it up quickly he then stabbed
the Horocrux. Ron fell to the ground the world was spinning it took him a long time to regain himself,
when he did he realized what he had done. He had killed his best friend, his best mate, the guy who
he had been with all through Hogwarts. Hermione wouldn't like him, she would hate him, and
everyone in the wizarding world would. What had he done! He had destroyed their last chance. He
imagined what Hermione would do to him, how much she would hate him, the pain of that feeling was
unbearable, he let the feeling take over his body, he felt he deserved this pain, this was punishment.
Ron walked back to the tent with harry in his arms.
"Hermione" he whispered when he got there.
"Ron? What are you- what's going on? What happened to Harry?" she exclaimed.
"He's dead" he said all emotion gone from his voice.
Hermione started to cry.
"what happened?" she asked choking through the tears.
"I killed him"
"You WHAT?" she shouted "you, you killed him? Why? Your own best friend how could you?" she screamed at him. She picked up a picture of all three of us and threw it at me, it missed and hit the table shattering.
"I don't know why I did it" Ron lied
"Oh so you don't know?" she asked in hysterics. "You don't know why you killed Harry? You idiot,
stupid, careless, heartless prat! I hate you, I will never forgive you!" every word stabbed Ron in the
heart the sword that had claimed Harry's life. Those were the last words Hermione ever spoke to Ron.
Ron killed himself, exactly one year later, after being shunned, humiliated and rejected by his family,
his friends, and his classmates. The only reason he continued to live is to feel the pain he thought he
now deserved.
