Hello there, this is my second story. My first one was very silly but this one is actually a real story. I will probably be writing around one chapter each day. This story includes one lesbian couple but no M content. This is a story that is a big what if to the HP series. I do not own Harry Potter. All rights go to Queen J.K. Rowling. Enjoy!
As the tears fell down my face, my wife, Cho, held tightly to my arm. They sat down next to Cedric in the front row, one row ahead of his family and Hermione. Molly's face was bright red and she was screaming. Arthur just sat there, patting her shoulder. He was probably still in shock. I don't blame him, why would Ron kill himself? He had no reason! He just wants to put everyone in pain. He has the freaking emotional range of a teaspoon! He did, I mean. As the priest started to talk, Hermione just walked out. Why would she leave? "Wait here" I told Cho as I started to follow Hermione. Once I caught up to her, I found her with her hands on her face, crying. "Hermione come back! Everyones upset but have the decency to be there with everyone!" I shouted. "I can't! I killed him! I know why he did it!" she screamed. I shifted my feet. "Um, why did he exactly?" I asked. "Because he loved me, and I loved Ginny! He killed himself because I was a lesbian with his sister!" She shouted, crying. "It's not your fault Hermione. You are what you are. Ron just didn't want to move on, so he, you know." I explained. "Bullshit! It's my fault! I cant stay here, he wouldn't want me too." and then Hermione left the church. Ginny ran up to me. "Where's Hermione?" she said in the middle of sniffles. "Who knows!" I said and sat back next to Cho. "Is anything wrong?" she asked. My best friend, Cedric, piped up too. "Yeah man, what's up?" "Nothing" I replied. I looked around the room. All the Weasleys were here, including Fleur, Audrey, and Angie. Cedric and his wife, Hannah, were here, Neville and Luna were cry snogging, and Hermione was gone. When the priest asked for people to make speeches, Molly made a long one about staying strong and then put a red sweater that had a big 'R' on it on his coffin. A bunch of old Gryffindors walked up and talked about his Quidditch days and then put a crown, that engraved 'The King' on it, on his coffin. Then I walked up, and said a few words. "He was like a brother. A good one. The only one I had. He used to say that he wanted all the chocolate frog cards before he died, so here they are." And I put over 200 chocolate frog cards on his coffin. "He also said he wanted a good broom." and I put my Firebolt on his coffin. I didn't know what else to say, so I just sat down. Then they opened up the coffin, so we could lay flowers on him. I walked up and put a rose on his chest, so it could match his hair. Then, before they carried him away, I caught my last glimpse of Ron Weasley.
So what did you think? It's a pretty messed up world, huh? Please review and tell me what you think.