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"Dumbledore's dead. It's not long before I am dead too"
"What are you saying Harry? There are people to protect you. I am there to protect you." Ron spoke to Harry, a little afraid of what his best friend might do.
"Protect? For how long Ron? For how bloody long will you protect me before they kill you too? What if they kill Ginny? Huh? What about that? What if they kill Hermione? No one is safe as long as I am"
"What are you saying Harry? You have to be calm.. please!" Begged Ron. He tried to make sense, tried to help Harry see sense, but the teared up lad in front of him was way too far from reasoning.
"Ron, I am sorry. As long as live, NO ONE survives. As long as I live, Voldemort will do everything he can to hurt me. And that is by getting to you, to Hermione, to my family."
"Harry, he wont get to anyone! We are protected by the Order of the Phoenix remember?"
"The Order of the Phoenix? Did you not see what happened yesterday? Hogwarts is protected by them too, but a 16-year-old was able to get death eaters into it. Dumbledore died Ron. The only person who Voldemort feared is DEAD! "
Ron had no words to console his best friends, so he sat there, watching, as his black-haired brother paced through the Gryffindor Common Room. His wand in his hand, his other hand in his messy hair... his eyes... his eyes filled with pain and sadness. He had nothing to take it away. Nothing.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Ron watched Hermione and Ginny get down from the dorms, hearing the loud voices was sure to get them startled, but the scene did nothing but shock them.
"That's it.. it's all I have left... I just... knife... where the bloody hell is the knife Sirius gave me?"
"Harry... HARRY" Ron screamed as he saw the Chosen One take the knife and touch his left wrist with it. He ran, grabbed the knife and threw it to the ground. He shook Harry by his shoulders.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR BLOODY WITTED MIND? HARRY, DYING IS NO SOLUTION"
"I'm better off dead Ron... don't you get it? I am better off dead" laughed Harry.
"You are out of your rocker Harry. Dead huh?" He clutched Harry's neck, and applied force, Harry stood there coughing, wide-eyed and little red in the face... hiccuping for words and air.
"YOU REALLY THINK WE ARE BETTER OFF WITH YOU DEAD? THINK ABOUT ME? I'M YOUR BLOODY BEST MATE! WHAT ABOUT HERMIONE? YOU'RE HER BROTHER RIGHT? AND GINNY? YOU LOVE HER YOU DOLTHEAD, LIKE SHE LOVES YOU. ITS NOT ROCKET BLOODY SCIENCE TO UNDERSTAND THAT. WHAT ABOUT FRED AND GEORGE HUH? YOU HELPED THEM WITH THEIR SHOP, IF THEY ARE ANYTHING ITS BECAUSE OF YOU. Bloody "Better off dead" " He let go with a final thud, and stomped off the Gryffindor Common Room, the fat lady calling behind him.
"Harry, please... we need you" Ginny spoke, tears running down her cheeks. It terrified her, watching Harry like this.
She watched Harry, as he pulled himself off the floor, cough, spit out and look towards her.
"I uh... I am sorry"
And he too walked off the room, following Ron, into the night.
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