Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter
A/N: This isn't my usual genre but I want to dedicate this to a former classmate and friend who just committed suicide. Rest In Peace Joey, I'll always love you.
Goodbye
Ron bent over the ledge, looking down where his friend had met his watery grave, clutching the note he had found on the ground to him. It read:
"I'm sorry. He lured me out here, and I intend to finish him, at any cost. You're my best friend."
It would remain his treasured possession as long as he lived; a last contact with the greatest friend he ever had.
"Why?" he whispered, in a voice full of of grief, "you're smarter than this. Why?"
He wouldn't accept it, couldn't accept it. Ron sat on the rock for hours; with every noise, waiting for Harry to emerge from the trees.
After the longest time, he got up and left. Every person he passed could feel the weight of his sadness, like something pressing down on their chest.
He got back to the room they had shared, and sat down in his friends favorite chair. He was oblivious to the world, the feeling of loss was suffocating him.