Everyone thought it was Voldemort at best, Malfoy at worst. Some suspected
poor Sirius, still on the run. But, like so many deaths these days, there
was no proof.
I suppose I would have expected it to come on Halloween. That seemed to be the day things happened, after all. But instead, it was in March, near poor Ron's birthday.
Poor Ron, he was there, sleeping in the room.
Seamus and Dean were in the girls dorm, per usual. Neville was sitting in the common room, up with his usual insomnia. No one heard anything. Poor Ron must have been hexed, he didnt even notice the cold of the rain coming in the open windows.
Poor Ron's scream brought Neville upstairs.
He was on the bed, cold already. The look of shock forever on his face. Clearly a Killing Curse. Dumbledore was never able to explain how someone got past the wards. I dont know if I realized it then, but after I would remember the look of pain on his face.
Ginny and I got him ready. She washed his hair, folded his glasses neatly. Her mum had knitted a brand new sweater for him, but we felt it best to put him in his Quiddich robes. Poor Ron barely said a word, just stared at the body.
We buried him on the grounds. His family didnt mourn him, though the wizarding world did. Poor Ron was so strong, speaking for his friend. Everyone focused on him. Poor Ron needed taking care of. He wouldnt be the same, not without Harry.
We all took care of him. Lavendar, Padma, Pavarti, me. All of us.
I remember seeing a muggle movie once, about a student who gets high marks, all because his roommate dies. Turns out, that actually happens at Hogwarts.
Poor Ron, he took over Harry's role as prefect. Had to become a Seeker too. Poor Ron. It broke my heart, seeing how he bore it all, with a smile.
No one knows that I stayed behind that morning. Took Poor Ron's wand where it lay. He used Harry's after that, shot to the top of the class. Poor Ron even surpassed me.
I never questioned him. He was my best friend. Not when he started hanging around Malfoy. Not when he started dating Pansy. Not even when he started wearing expensive robes that always - always- covered his arms.
It was when Neville came to me that I knew.
We took Poor Ron's poor wand from the box where I kept it. Priori Incantatem has no statute of limitations.
Hovered like a ghost. Avada Kedavra.
Poor Ron.
I suppose I would have expected it to come on Halloween. That seemed to be the day things happened, after all. But instead, it was in March, near poor Ron's birthday.
Poor Ron, he was there, sleeping in the room.
Seamus and Dean were in the girls dorm, per usual. Neville was sitting in the common room, up with his usual insomnia. No one heard anything. Poor Ron must have been hexed, he didnt even notice the cold of the rain coming in the open windows.
Poor Ron's scream brought Neville upstairs.
He was on the bed, cold already. The look of shock forever on his face. Clearly a Killing Curse. Dumbledore was never able to explain how someone got past the wards. I dont know if I realized it then, but after I would remember the look of pain on his face.
Ginny and I got him ready. She washed his hair, folded his glasses neatly. Her mum had knitted a brand new sweater for him, but we felt it best to put him in his Quiddich robes. Poor Ron barely said a word, just stared at the body.
We buried him on the grounds. His family didnt mourn him, though the wizarding world did. Poor Ron was so strong, speaking for his friend. Everyone focused on him. Poor Ron needed taking care of. He wouldnt be the same, not without Harry.
We all took care of him. Lavendar, Padma, Pavarti, me. All of us.
I remember seeing a muggle movie once, about a student who gets high marks, all because his roommate dies. Turns out, that actually happens at Hogwarts.
Poor Ron, he took over Harry's role as prefect. Had to become a Seeker too. Poor Ron. It broke my heart, seeing how he bore it all, with a smile.
No one knows that I stayed behind that morning. Took Poor Ron's wand where it lay. He used Harry's after that, shot to the top of the class. Poor Ron even surpassed me.
I never questioned him. He was my best friend. Not when he started hanging around Malfoy. Not when he started dating Pansy. Not even when he started wearing expensive robes that always - always- covered his arms.
It was when Neville came to me that I knew.
We took Poor Ron's poor wand from the box where I kept it. Priori Incantatem has no statute of limitations.
Hovered like a ghost. Avada Kedavra.
Poor Ron.