Where Did My Friend Go?
Disclaimer- The characters are not mine, though I might add an OC some time in the story. The song I have used in this chapter is called "Angel" by Sarah Mclachlan.
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*****Spend all your time waiting- For that second chance. For a break that would make it okay. There's always one reason- To feel not good enough.*****
*****And it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction; Oh, beautiful release. Memory seeps from my veins.*****
****Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some sleep tonight.*****
Ron Weasley wiped the tear from his cheek and mounted his broom. He soared high into the dead night air, watching the ground as if he were a hawk.
******In the arms of the angel; Fly away from here. From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the angel. May you find some comfort there.*******
Ron wiped his face free from the tears and the sweat that overcame him. He could let it all go. All he had to do was let go.
*****So tired of the straight line. And everywhere you turn There's vultures and thieves at your back. The storm keeps on twisting. You keep on building the lie That you make up for all that you lack.******
****It don't make no difference. Escaping one last time. It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, Oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees. *****
Ron was weighed down by the decision. He tried to compare the pro's and con's of his life, but the only thing he accomplished was to sob louder.
*****In the arms of the angel; Fly away from here. From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the angel. May you find some comfort there.*****
Ron made his decision. He would let go, hold his breath and never look back.
****You're in the arms of the angel. May you find some comfort here.****
Ron let his fingers lose his grip. He let go and fell to the darkness below him. For the first and last time in his life, he flew.
The Next Day-
"Harry, did Ron ever wake up this morning?" Hermione asked Harry.
"I didn't see him in his bed, I guessed he got up early," Harry replied.
"Now, honestly, Harry, Ron hasn't even gotten up on time these past years, why would he get up early?"
"Dunno. Didn't think too much about it."
Dumbledor tapped his fork against his glass to get the Hall's attention. Once they had quieted down, he spoke very solemnly.
"Students, a terrible tragedy has taken place at our school," he began.
Harry took another bite of waffle thinking they found Mrs. Norris dead or something.
"Last night, only a little after midnight, our very own Ron Weasley took his life."
Harry dropped his fork and almost choked as a series of gasps emitted from the hall. He looked up at Dumbledor praying it was all just a sick joke.
Hermione was still digesting what he had said and was looking like she had just been expelled.
Dumbledor continued to talk, but all sounds were oblivious to Harry and Hermione. Harry turned back around and just stared down at his plate, suddenly feeling very sick.
A few minutes later-
Harry wiped his mouth off and breathed harshly. He threw up everything he seemed he could have eaten, but he was still vomiting.
"Ron's gone. He's gone. My best friend is gone. He's gone," Harry thought to himself. "He's never coming back. He's gone. Why'd he do it? He's gone. Why? Why? Why? WHY?!"
Harry sat up against the stall door and hugged his knees to his chest.
Everything would be different. Nothing could ever be the same again, no one could ever replace Ron.
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Okay, well this is my second attempt at drama. Hope it came out better than my first one. Review, please or I will be forced to um- not make another chapter. LOL Okay, Peace. Luv ya'all.
Check out my other stories and Book-lover-210's stories.
Disclaimer- The characters are not mine, though I might add an OC some time in the story. The song I have used in this chapter is called "Angel" by Sarah Mclachlan.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*****Spend all your time waiting- For that second chance. For a break that would make it okay. There's always one reason- To feel not good enough.*****
*****And it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction; Oh, beautiful release. Memory seeps from my veins.*****
****Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some sleep tonight.*****
Ron Weasley wiped the tear from his cheek and mounted his broom. He soared high into the dead night air, watching the ground as if he were a hawk.
******In the arms of the angel; Fly away from here. From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the angel. May you find some comfort there.*******
Ron wiped his face free from the tears and the sweat that overcame him. He could let it all go. All he had to do was let go.
*****So tired of the straight line. And everywhere you turn There's vultures and thieves at your back. The storm keeps on twisting. You keep on building the lie That you make up for all that you lack.******
****It don't make no difference. Escaping one last time. It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, Oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees. *****
Ron was weighed down by the decision. He tried to compare the pro's and con's of his life, but the only thing he accomplished was to sob louder.
*****In the arms of the angel; Fly away from here. From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the angel. May you find some comfort there.*****
Ron made his decision. He would let go, hold his breath and never look back.
****You're in the arms of the angel. May you find some comfort here.****
Ron let his fingers lose his grip. He let go and fell to the darkness below him. For the first and last time in his life, he flew.
The Next Day-
"Harry, did Ron ever wake up this morning?" Hermione asked Harry.
"I didn't see him in his bed, I guessed he got up early," Harry replied.
"Now, honestly, Harry, Ron hasn't even gotten up on time these past years, why would he get up early?"
"Dunno. Didn't think too much about it."
Dumbledor tapped his fork against his glass to get the Hall's attention. Once they had quieted down, he spoke very solemnly.
"Students, a terrible tragedy has taken place at our school," he began.
Harry took another bite of waffle thinking they found Mrs. Norris dead or something.
"Last night, only a little after midnight, our very own Ron Weasley took his life."
Harry dropped his fork and almost choked as a series of gasps emitted from the hall. He looked up at Dumbledor praying it was all just a sick joke.
Hermione was still digesting what he had said and was looking like she had just been expelled.
Dumbledor continued to talk, but all sounds were oblivious to Harry and Hermione. Harry turned back around and just stared down at his plate, suddenly feeling very sick.
A few minutes later-
Harry wiped his mouth off and breathed harshly. He threw up everything he seemed he could have eaten, but he was still vomiting.
"Ron's gone. He's gone. My best friend is gone. He's gone," Harry thought to himself. "He's never coming back. He's gone. Why'd he do it? He's gone. Why? Why? Why? WHY?!"
Harry sat up against the stall door and hugged his knees to his chest.
Everything would be different. Nothing could ever be the same again, no one could ever replace Ron.
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Okay, well this is my second attempt at drama. Hope it came out better than my first one. Review, please or I will be forced to um- not make another chapter. LOL Okay, Peace. Luv ya'all.
Check out my other stories and Book-lover-210's stories.