Title: A Friend More Faithful...
Author: SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Summary: deathfic, read with caution.
"A Friend More Faithful..."
This looks bad. Voldemort is waving a huge sword, screaming that he'll make sure that Harry Potter is dead this time.
Well, the bastard will have to get through me first.
He's really going to...goddammit, Harry, get out of the way!
I shove my friend down. The sword hits me. God! It feels like a fire-iron just rammed into my right side.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Shit. He changed his mind
***
The green light clears. So I'm not dead. But then...
No, Harry's kneeling next to me. It's Voldemort who's dead on his back.
"Oh, my God, Ron...I'm so sorry..."
Sorry? What the hell...why is Harry sorry that he killed the Dark Lord?
Wait. Is it because me getting hurt was Harry's motivation to use the Killing Curse? Aw, Harry, it's just a scratch. Get me to Madam Pomfrey; she'll fix me up, all right.
Just like the time that idiot Lockhart removed all the bones in your arm. Heh, remember that? Harry, remember?
What's wrong with Ginny? Ginny, don't you cry. I'm going to be okay, just get me to the Hospital Wing. Ginny, stop it.
I'm going to be fine, fine. I've told you before that we redheads look hideous when we cry.
Oh, Harry, don't you start. What's the matter with you people...?
Oh.
I see.
That could be considered as more than 'just a scratch.'
By the looks of it, Voldemort's sword went through me, came out my left side. Dammit. Hey, I'm shish ka Ron! God, I'm funny, huh? Death brings out the humour in people, I suppose...
"Ron!"
Umph. Hermione, get off! Stop, stop making such a fuss. I could understand if it were Harry; Harry's worth making a scene over...
God, will you people listen to me? I want to tell you...
I remember the Mirror of Esired, how I wanted to stand alone...to not be in the shadow of my brothers' accomplishments.
How's this for distinction? The boy who died for the Boy-Who-Lived. I would rather not die. At least not now.
I had it all planned out...I'd become the Care of Magical Creatures Professor. Maybe Harry and definitely Hermione would work at Hogwarts, too. When I got married, Harry would be my best man; I'd be his when he tied the knot...now I'll never...
Oh, hell. Does that count as "unfinished business"? I don't want to be a ghost like Moaning Myrtle. I can just imagine.
Weeping Weasley, haunting the Gryffindor common because I never got to tell my friends...
"Ron, why did you do it?"
I feel like I'm drowning. Oh, that's the blood filling my lungs. I'm drowning in my own blood.
There's not much time.
"Harry...we're...best friends. Had to...help you..."
Stop crying, for God's sake, all of you! I'll be okay...just...let me say it...
It's getting dark...Hermione, was there supposed to be a storm today...?
God, no! Wait, let me talk, please! Listen to me!
I fix my eyes on her, but I'm not sure if she can see me through her tears. I've just got to let her know...
"I...love you.."
~~HERE LIES
RONALD WEASLEY
BELOVED SON AND BROTHER
A FRIEND MORE FAITHFUL WE WILL BE HARD PRESSED TO FIND
YOU WILL BE MISSED FOREVER
REST IN PEACE~~
Finis
Author: SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Summary: deathfic, read with caution.
"A Friend More Faithful..."
This looks bad. Voldemort is waving a huge sword, screaming that he'll make sure that Harry Potter is dead this time.
Well, the bastard will have to get through me first.
He's really going to...goddammit, Harry, get out of the way!
I shove my friend down. The sword hits me. God! It feels like a fire-iron just rammed into my right side.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Shit. He changed his mind
***
The green light clears. So I'm not dead. But then...
No, Harry's kneeling next to me. It's Voldemort who's dead on his back.
"Oh, my God, Ron...I'm so sorry..."
Sorry? What the hell...why is Harry sorry that he killed the Dark Lord?
Wait. Is it because me getting hurt was Harry's motivation to use the Killing Curse? Aw, Harry, it's just a scratch. Get me to Madam Pomfrey; she'll fix me up, all right.
Just like the time that idiot Lockhart removed all the bones in your arm. Heh, remember that? Harry, remember?
What's wrong with Ginny? Ginny, don't you cry. I'm going to be okay, just get me to the Hospital Wing. Ginny, stop it.
I'm going to be fine, fine. I've told you before that we redheads look hideous when we cry.
Oh, Harry, don't you start. What's the matter with you people...?
Oh.
I see.
That could be considered as more than 'just a scratch.'
By the looks of it, Voldemort's sword went through me, came out my left side. Dammit. Hey, I'm shish ka Ron! God, I'm funny, huh? Death brings out the humour in people, I suppose...
"Ron!"
Umph. Hermione, get off! Stop, stop making such a fuss. I could understand if it were Harry; Harry's worth making a scene over...
God, will you people listen to me? I want to tell you...
I remember the Mirror of Esired, how I wanted to stand alone...to not be in the shadow of my brothers' accomplishments.
How's this for distinction? The boy who died for the Boy-Who-Lived. I would rather not die. At least not now.
I had it all planned out...I'd become the Care of Magical Creatures Professor. Maybe Harry and definitely Hermione would work at Hogwarts, too. When I got married, Harry would be my best man; I'd be his when he tied the knot...now I'll never...
Oh, hell. Does that count as "unfinished business"? I don't want to be a ghost like Moaning Myrtle. I can just imagine.
Weeping Weasley, haunting the Gryffindor common because I never got to tell my friends...
"Ron, why did you do it?"
I feel like I'm drowning. Oh, that's the blood filling my lungs. I'm drowning in my own blood.
There's not much time.
"Harry...we're...best friends. Had to...help you..."
Stop crying, for God's sake, all of you! I'll be okay...just...let me say it...
It's getting dark...Hermione, was there supposed to be a storm today...?
God, no! Wait, let me talk, please! Listen to me!
I fix my eyes on her, but I'm not sure if she can see me through her tears. I've just got to let her know...
"I...love you.."
~~HERE LIES
RONALD WEASLEY
BELOVED SON AND BROTHER
A FRIEND MORE FAITHFUL WE WILL BE HARD PRESSED TO FIND
YOU WILL BE MISSED FOREVER
REST IN PEACE~~
Finis