Author: Crymson Tyrdrop

Author: Crymson Tyrdrop

Written on 01/17/01

Summary: It's short, depressing, rather pointless, andanything else'll give away the end. A/N at the end.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ron or Harry, they're JK Rowling's. I'm not making money off this and no copyright infringement was intended. Don't get mad at me, please*puppy dog eyes*

Lunch on Tuesday

It was Tuesday. I always met Ron for lunch on Tuesdays. I should have left at 11:30, to give me enough time to get there. I just wanted to finish the page, then the chapterby the time I looked up at the clock, it was noon. I raced out of the house, barely taking time to grab my coat.

Ron wasn't there, even though I arrived almost half an hour late. He hadn't been there last week, either. I'd written him several letters, asking if he didn't want to meet me anymore, but he'd never written back. I wondered if I should go to his house and ask him in person what was going on. Maybe Harry would know. He told Harry everything. Sometimes I felt a little left out, but they weren't at all exclusive, and I somehow always felt welcome.

Speak of the devil and you see his horns, they say. Maybe they're right; just as I thought this, Harry walked up to the outdoor table I was sitting at. He looked worried about something. Maybe it was the same thing that was troubling Ron, I couldn't be sure.

"I thought I'd find you here. Come on, you should go home."

"No! I can't go home, I'm waiting for Ron, and I can't just leave –"Why did he think I'd just go off and desert Ron like that – granted, he'd done it to me last week, but still, I wouldn't do that.

"Ron isn't coming."

"Harry, are you crazy? Of course he'll come – we do this every Tuesday, we have done for years."

Harry looked even more troubled, as though something I'd said had confirmed something he'd suspected but hoped wasn't true.

"Look, he's not coming, all right? I think you should come with me, I need to show you something. I think – I think it would explain why Ron isn't coming. Some other people don't want me to show you this, but it's the only way."

"All right." I was completely mystified. Why hadn't Ron been coming?

Harry led me through the city streets to a small alleyway, out of sight of the street. He brought out his wand, and I was suddenly afraid – what if he'd gone crazy, and was going to try and kill me, or something. I dismissed the thought immediately. I was just a little nervous because of this thing with Ron – was something going on he hadn't told ma about?

We Apparated to a small cemetery outside town. I was seized by a wave of sickness. Had a friend of Ron's died? Why hadn't he told me? Harry led me to a new-looking grave near the back. My knees buckled when I read the inscription.

Ron Weasley

1984-2007

"No! This – he's not dead! What kind of trick are you trying to pull? He can't be dead, he can't be" But I remembered. I remembered them coming to me, their "condolences" and official language. He'd received the Order of Merlin, Third Class for his actions, but he was still dead.

"I'm sorry. We all miss him – "

I ran. I didn't care about Harry, or the grave, or anything, not anymore. Ron was deadand so was part of me.

A/N: OK, I'm off to a nice, depressing start. This was the first time I actually got motivated to get a story written, so tell me what I did right and what I did wrong! I'll really try to review more stories, I promise Anyway, this was kind of inspired by Masoumi's "Nine of Wands," a really good story that I definitely recommend you read. I hope masoumi doesn't mind Anyway, I don't really have a definite idea who the narrator is here. It could be Hermione or Ginny or just about whoever. OK, I really need to get off the computer and get my stupid homework done nowtell me if you liked it or not!