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I woke up. I stirred at the window for a couple of minutes. I blasted my feet up. Yesterday didn't make sense, if it was a dream anyway. I quickly changed into some warm clothes. Grabbed my boots and walked into the full common room.

I saw Hermione's shimmering face in the flames of the warm fire. I walked up to her.

"Ron, where's Harry?"

"Um – er. I don't know how to put it" – I starting to fiddle with my hair. I REALLY didn't know how to put it. This was hard to say. Hermione won't take it all that well. After a long pause a began to spew it up. "Harry's dead." I said. I looked up to Hermiones crying eyes.

"But he was here yesterday!" Hermione blurted in the middle of tears. I felt like crying. God, what where we going to do, without Harry. He was brave, smart and caring. What had George done? The room was fill of chants and happiness. How could that be happy? I think I've gone paranoid. I laid back on the couch. My eyes starring into the misty windows. My mind replaying last night.

I began to walk; slowly I had entered the common room.

I froze. But walked forward to Harry's corpse. My hand on his heart, that wasn't beating. I looked at the grazes and cuts marking Harry's body. I looked up, to see George holding a sword, blood smudging the outline.

"George?" I asked. George let go of the silver sword, his mouth wide, in shock.

"What have I done?" George asked, as he looked at me, his eyes wide open. I gaped. What had he done? What had he done? Murdered my best friend. That's what he had bloody done. I stared at Harry's body.

"HELP! HELP!" I shouted. Footsteps came closer.

"I'll go to prison!" George muttered madly. The fat lady's door flung open: to see Snape

"What?" He said, looking at me. His eyes followed down to the dead corpse. Snape's eyes drifted to the sword, which was closesed to George.

"Out of my way!" Snape shouted as he walked close to Harry's body. "He's dead, and who's the murderer?" Snape said, his eyes twinkling. 'The dark lord will be happy.' Snape thought. Snape sneered, and smirked slightly.

"I did." George said, taking the blame for his unforgivable actions. Snape turned at looked up at him.

"You." Snape said. "Will become a death eater!" Snape chuckled. My eyes widened. A Weasly, a death eater? But what, was me, Harry and Hermione right, was Snape a death eater? I guess so.

I rubbed my eyes, and counted to three. I had to wake up... But I wasn't asleep, or it wasn't the 6 beers (Alcohol) affecting me. I'm afraid to say, *GULP*, it was: rzzeawlfy ... Reality.

Sadly, I weakly kneeled next to Harry, crying on his grazed corpse.

"What's so sad? This is good." Snape said blankly. I ignored Snape. Snape was smiling. Why? How? Harry Potter is dead.

My eyes quirked open.

"Ron. Ron." My vision was blirred. Hermione shook me firmly. I blinked. My eyes started to sprout. Most people where starring at me in the common room. Professor McGonagall was towering over me in worry. I now realized I had fainted. God, I am such a loser. I felt an urge of embarrassment wash over me. I sat up.

"What?" I said, trying to sound cool. But I knew I had failed. I sounded like a donkey.

Then in a sight of disgust I saw George in the corner of the fairly large room, he sat there moped in dust. He was up to something, I knew by the expression on his face.

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