A/N: This is kind of in the same sense as the other fic I wrote: 'This is the way heroes die." Is Ron's p.o.v. and is based on how he feels about being Harry's best friend and no-one ever noticing him etc. (This is not slash. So if that's the way you swing, you won't find what you're looking for here mate.)

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God, how I'd love to see you fall:

Harry and Ron sat in companionable silence on the bank of the lake. The sun was setting, and the water was a deep indigo and overhead the sky was crimson streaked with gold and tomorrow was the day Harry was going to face Voldemort.

Harry knew the exact location of Voldemort's hideout.

Harry knew all the charms and spells he had to get past in order to get to Voldemort.

Harry could cast the Killing Curse with ease.

Harry was ready.

Harry is going to try to kill Voldemort tomorrow, the thought screamed through Ron's brain, and he glanced over at his friend. Harry was lying on his back, his eyes closed, and his arms behind his head. Ron sighed inwardly as he studied the features of his best mate. He was worried. Harry was both his best friend and his biggest rival. He was naturally very worried. My best friend is my worst enemy and he doesn't even know it. He might die tomorrow... but how could Ron tell him? That'll be an interesting statement... hey Harry, by the way, just though you should know that I hate you, even though you're my best friend...

No... Ron would most definitely not tell Harry the truth. Besides he didn't really hate Harry. That was not possible, he was his closest mate. He simply envied and admired and despised the way Harry was... well... Harry; the best Seeker Hogwart's had ever seen, the son of the legendary Lily and James Potter, the Boy-Who-Bloody-Well-Lived, the boyfriend of Hermione Granger... there were some things Ron could forgive; Harry's natural ability at Quidditch, Harry's parentage, Harry's survival every time Voldemort came after him... but there was no way Ron could ever forgive him for falling for Hermione. Ginny had cried herself to sleep every night for the year Harry had been with Hermione. Ron couldn't forgive that either. Poor little Gin...

Harry spoke suddenly, "Ron? What do you think will happen tomorrow?"

Ron's reply came easily; it was the truth, after all. "You'll kill him, mate."

Harry sat up and regarded Ron through his famous emerald eyes, "you really think so?"

Ron nodded calmly, "yes."

"Why?"

"Because you're you."

Harry smiled slightly, and gripped Ron's shoulder tightly and they sat there together, illuminated by the setting sun, for a long time.

"You're my best mate, Ron."

"You're my best mate too, Harry."

It was true; Harry would win tomorrow, because he was Harry. And then he would marry Hermione and god only knew what would happen to Ron...

Oh yes, Ron most definitely hated Harry for being Harry. But he also loved Harry for being Harry. And nothing would ever change that.

Fin.

Hope you enjoyed! I know the title isn't really integrated properly into the story, so I'm sorry if you were expecting something different...

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