"You can't do this, Harry, it's not fair, and you can't do this to me, to everyone."
"I have to, don't you see? The second prophesy, I didn't understand it at first, but it's clear to me now. If I do this, he loses his power. I don't have any other choice. I'll miss you, everyone."
"Harry!"
"No stop!"
"Avada Kedavra"
Ron woke with a start. His bangs damp against his forehead, his breathing sharp intakes. Pulling back the curtains to his bed in the dorm room, he saw Harry standing across the room, eyes staring casually at the floorboards, wand in hand.
"Blimey, Harry, I had the most bloody scary dream, you were going to-"
"I know Ron, I heard"
"Oh… Well, it's a good thing you're not that mental, mate, I mean, you were-"
"Ron"
"Imagine what would happen if you actually-"
"Ron"
"What?"
"Tell everyone…I say, goodbye."
"Wha?"
"I heard what you said in your dream; it makes sense, goodbye Ron"
"….You're joking"
"Goodbye Ron"
"You can't do this, Harry, it's not fair, and you can't do this to me, to everyone."
"I have to, don't you see? The second prophesy, I didn't understand it at first, but it's clear to me now. If I do this, he loses his power. I don't have any other choice. I'll miss you, everyone."
"Harry!"
"No stop!"
Harry raised his wand to his chest pointing to his heart, thought of everything that made him hate himself, and with a rush of air, gasped, "Avada Kedavra," and crashed to the floor.
(Just felt like writing a bit of Harry Potter stuff for my first FF. Really short I know.)