Chapter 3
Avada Kedavra?
***Hermione***
We finally reached my house. It was a good thing that Harry couldn't see me, my face was bright red; I must have looked like a tomato! I eventually calmed down before we reached the house. It was a good thing too, because Harry turned around mumbled his thanks, grabbed the firebolt and ran into the house. Just then my mother saw us land. She ran out of the house yelling at me.
"Hermione! Don't you have any common sense what-so-ever? Someone could have seen you on that broom. And as for Harry, he's not supposed to be here until later. And Ron, that poor boy. All he could do was sit there where you left him trying not to cry. And trust me Hermione. It's not a pleasant site to see a teenage boy cry."
She went on like that for a few more minutes. Finally she ran out of things to say and started repeating herself.
"Mother," I said calm as could be, "I think that at this point Harry's well being is more important than Ron's. And must I say that it's all Ron's fault." Tears were coming to my eyes at the thought of what passed. I needed to go and read a book or something to calm down. I mumbled some sort of an apology for leaving Ron and I walked to my room.
When I went to enter my room Ron was standing there. He looked awful, his face was a nasty shade of magenta, most likely from those tears that mother said he was holding back. He was just standing there waiting for me to return; his bags were never completely unpacked, but now they were all packed again. He was holding an envelope, on the front of it said, "To Harry Potter, my best friend no matter what, may you live in happiness (at least until you leave Hogwarts). Your Best Friend till the end of time, Ron Weasley" the message brought new tears to my eyes, but they didn't fall thankfully. Ron handed the envelope to me and muttered, "For Harry, it's the forms saying that he's free. Maybe he'll still forgive me, but that's a slim chance, so I think it would be best if I go."
I stared at him blankly finally I cried, tears streaming down my face. Ron looked startled seeing me like that, he was obviously uncertain about what to do. I heard someone walk up behind me. Ron's expression changed to pure jealousy with a touch of hate, I knew that it must be Harry. He put his arms around me like I did to him in the park and he just held me and let me cry into his shoulder. I heard someone walking away behind me, 'no Ron, don't go' I thought. I just had this feeling that something wouldn't be right if he left. Like something was just waiting for him to leave the house. Harry must have felt it too, because he called out to Ron…
***Ron***
"Ron, stay here, please. I think that there's a friendship that needs loads of repair."
I couldn't believe that Harry out of all people would try to stop me from leaving then. I turned around and looked at him. He was standing there clutching Mione, who was sobbing into his shoulder. I couldn't take staying here for the summer seeing them like that.
"Happy birthday Harry." I said hatefully, "I see that you've gotten the one thing you wanted most. Good for you. I think that I'll be going now. Mione has your present from me. I guess I'll see you September 1st start of 5th year. Maybe we could do something about this later." I continued waving my hand, gesturing to the three of us.
I turned on my heel and walked out the door. Hermione must have finally come to her senses because she screamed "NO!" Just as I closed the door. Something that was very very very green was spiraling towards me. I screamed then everything ended.
***Harry***
We heard the scream. It was the most terrifying thing ever. I dropped Mione and started to go out the door. Mione grabbed me and held me back.
"I either lost or almost lost one of my best friends today; I don't need to loose another." Mione said to me. She was being over protective again, but still she cared and she was right…as usual.
"Hermione! Ron! What on earth was that???" The Grangers and Arthur Weasley ran into the room.
"Ron?!? Where is he?" Arthur looked at me and Hermione, who looked as if she were about to do something radical; she looked so frightened and shaken by what just happened. I'm sure I looked just like her.
"Harry!" Mr. Granger glared at me, "what in the blazes are you doing here? You're supposed to be out flying, or what ever you do."
I looked at him slowly, not really paying attention to him. Without even acknowledging what he had said to me I looked back at Hermione.
"Mione…" I said softly.
She looked at me and nodded her permission; she obviously couldn't trust her own voice. But then again, I couldn't really either.
I walked over to the door and opened it. I closed my eyes waiting for some big bang to happen. But there was just silence, eerie silence. I finally opened my eyes, I looked around but there wasn't a sign of Ron. Something made me look down in front of me. Ron was lying there, death white. I stared at him, I had no energy to do anything, I didn't want to continue living, my best friend, my first friend, my almost brother lay on the walkway….dead. I screamed out his name then every thing went black.