A/N: woohoo! The last part! Tada! Ok well if this part turns out incredibly sappy, I'm very sorry. That's what happens when you read totally sweet L/J fics before writing, lol. So anyway, you get to see Ron's choice in this chapter (I know, the suspense is killing you isn't it? No? Didn't think so.) You know, the chapters in this story are really short, oh well. I was also thinking about writing this story again but this time in third person and then re-posting it. Please review and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Harry Potter.
Diary Entry #4
January 6
Dear Diary,
She's coming at seven today and I'm shaking so hard, I can hardly write. I skipped dinner today and claimed that I wasn't feeling very well. I guess you can say that these last few days has had this weird calming effect on me. I'm not mad at Hermione anymore, she has a right to like Krum better. He's rich and famous and possibly the best Quidditch player in the world. Everything that I'm not. I'll always be Harry Potter's invisible (and not to mention poor) sidekick until the day I die. Which would be today.
Right now I'm in the common room all by myself, perfectly vulnerable. It just makes everything so much less complicated. The common room is full of people laughing and playing jokes. Everyone's celebrating because it's their last day of winter vacation before we go back to class.
It's twenty till and now I really am feeling sick. Here I am, knowing that I'm going to die in precisely twenty minutes and the person that I'm doing this for is totally oblivious. I just hope to god that Chandria doesn't find out about this diary. If she does, then she'll destroy it and then no one will ever know why I died.
I'm putting this diary away now, she'll be here soon. I can't have her find this. It'll all be over, me and my stupid life. I've spent my entire life being overshadowed by people, my brothers, my best friend, and now my idol has stolen the girl I love. My life's not worth living anyway, might as well end it and let Hermione get on with her happy, carefree life at the same time. Kills two birds with one stone doesn't it?
I guess these will be the last words that I write. I just want everyone to know how I die. I love you, Hermione….
Love,
Ron
A/N: *SOB!* Ron! Just kidding, I hope you liked it. Just reminding you to tell me if you think it will be a better story in third person or not.