So here goes! Ending numero uno!
I hope you enjoy it ! I had a blast writing it.
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Ron sat in the hard wooden chair, flaming head in his pale hands. He shook his head a few times and wiped away a few small tears than had escaped his eyes, he looked up and stared at the metal-framed bed in front of him. The crisp white sheets were colorless, odorless, thoughtless. just plain white. His bed sheets at the Burrow were orange, Harry had blue ones with the Dursleys, and Ginny has purple, Fred and George yellow. Percy always had beige, nice and boring. but no one had plain white. White with a pattern, sure, but never just this cold un-caring color. Then he looked at her, frozen. She didn't move, didn't make a sound, it didn't even look like she was breathing. Madam Pomfrey was constantly checking her vital signs, murmuring that he was a nuisance all the time. Ron looked down at his watch. nearly dinnertime. When had he last eaten? He didn't eat yesterday morning- they were on their way to breakfast when she fainted; he stayed with her all day. Harry had brought him some toast that evening, and some for breakfast. yeah, he'd eaten. Just then his stomach gave a loud rumble.
"Young Man!" Madam Pomfrey screeched. "Leave here this instant! Go get yourself dinner and then GO TO BED! You have missed meals, sleep, classes, and everything else vital to your health and future! I don't like having visitors to begin with but this is ridiculous!" "I will not leave! HER health and HER future are far more important to me! SHE IS SICK! She could die..." he faded out on the last comment, but regained some volume a moment later, "I will be here the minute she wakes up, or the minute it's decided that she'll sleep forever." Madam Pomfrey just shook her head. "It's so sad," she thought, "that death should come so soon to someone with so much in their life." Three days later, Hermione woke for a short period of time. She had no strength and could hardly talk, but she told Ron quite simply that all the praying in the world wouldn't save her now. She was dying and she was sorry, sorry for leaving him.
"I love you," she told him. "I love you and I always will. I wish I could have stayed long enough to get married," her voice soft and regretful, "And I wish I could have lived long enough to be a real part of your family."
Ron looked straight at her, but couldn't see anything through his tears. "Don't leave me Minny, please. I need you." Hermione smiled sadly, "I love you Ron." her voice faded away, "Tell Harry, Ginny, all your family and mine that I love them too. Just don't tell them that I love you most." She shut her eyes. She shut her eyes and never opened them again.
The funeral was a week later. The whole school was invited, just like she had wanted for the wedding. It was a muggle funeral, set up by Hermione's parents. There was a wake for only close family and friends. Ron noticed that there was only one person from her former school. A pretty girl, thin, tall, looked a little like Fleur but with red hair. Her name was Julianne. Jules for short. Fred was flirting with her a lot, much to Ron's chagrin. He lectured Fred afterwards, as did their mum, for not being respectful. "You should have been respectful, it was a bloody funeral! IT WAS HER GODDAMNED FUNERAL!" Ron bellowed before he broke down into tears, "It was her funeral."
Ron was excused from school for a week. He sat in his room in the burrow and cried. He cried and he screamed, threw things and cursed loudly, and there were a few attempts to jump from his third story window. All, however, were stopped by his loving and loyal although dimwitted owl. When he returned to school it was much the same as at home. He went to classes, did his work (although it was done very poorly), went to the common room where he sloppily did his homework; and then he went to his dorm room where he cried, screamed, and threw things. Until one day in potions.
"Now this potion is very dangerous. It is used for plants and plants alone, although some say it's the cure to a broken heart." Ron's head snapped up. "They say the only cure to a broken heart is death, and this potion is extremely deadly. SO BE CAREFUL!" Snape glared at Neville when he said this. Harry glanced at Ron. Ron and Harry partnered up and began working on the potion. Instead of the careless job Ron had been doing the previous week (in all classes, lowering both his grade and Harry's) but now he was both cautious and meticulous. The potion turned out so well that Snape had to congratulate them. A sarcastic, 'who'd of thought you could do anything right' congratulations, but praise none the less. When emptying his or her cauldrons, no one noticed Ron fill a small vial with the clear gooey liquid. There next classes went by quickly and Ron immediately disappeared. Harry was worried, but had homework and decided he'd worry about Ron later. Pig, however, interrupted Harry the minute he sat down to do his work. "Ron's not here," Harry said, obviously annoyed. "Go find him elsewhere."
Pig followed Harry's instructions; he flew around the dorm before heading outside. Luckily, he got lost on his way and wound up at the lake where Ron was sitting, staring at his tube of poison. He lifted it up, let the sunshine through it, and brought it to his lips. Just as he began to drink, it was knocked out of his hands by the fluttering of wings.
"Pig! You stupid little &%$@ %&&* #^% @%#$! What the BLOODY HELL are you trying to do?! That %@$^! potion took a lot of work you ^%$#! $#%$ *%^&! You. aww forget it."
Ron slumped back to the dorm, his letter clenched in his fist. On his way to the dormitory he thought about why he was still alive. Why did that damn owl keep screwing him over? Then Ron realized that without him, who would take care of Pig? No wonder the owl didn't want him dead. then Ron realized that there were a lot of unfinished things he should deal with before he ended his life. He decided to go to the library and write a long, long letter telling everyone everything they'd ever need to know.
An hour and a half later, when Harry walked into the dorm room, Ron was putting the finishing touches on his letter. It ended with "I'd like Ginny to have Pig. Take good care of him Gin, he loves you and trust me- he's a loyal pet. He may be a pain and he is most definitely on the slow side, but his little heart's bigger than you could ever guess... I love you all, and this is farewell."
"What are you writing?" Harry asked as he sat down next to Ron on the floor. "Just a letter..." "Oh, I just finished one to Sirius... would you like to go to the owlery with me and we can send them?" "Uh, no thanks Harry... but if you want I'll send yours later." "Sure."
Ron grinned, but luckily Harry didn't notice. If he sent Harry's letter with Pig, there would be no telling when the owl would return. He could brew tonight, and it would all be over with tomorrow. Life would be done, and he could be with Hermione again.
That night Ron 'borrowed' Harry's invisibility cloak and the Marauders Map. He snuck all the way to the dungeons where he picked up some key ingredients to the potion he'd researched. Then he got his cauldron and supplies, and went to the girl's lavatory on the second floor where Moaning Murdle would be his only company. After what seemed like hours, but was actually a remarkably short time for potion brewing, the potion looked like water. Thin and clear with just the slightest blue tint. He left it to simmer for a few hours, as the directions said to and Moaning Myrtle (much to Ron's surprise) offered to keep everyone out of the bathroom and keep an eye on the potion to make sure nothing went wrong. Who would have guessed that Myrtle was a real sucker for a good romance?
Classes went by quickly the next day, it was a Friday so everyone was happy that weekend was there. The joyful atmosphere alone was nearly enough to kill Ron. Dinner was splendid, possibly the best ever... possibly, Ron thought, because it was his last. He remember what Nick had told him about not eating as a ghost.... Ron hadn't thought about the possibility of becoming a ghost, but he had a purpose in dying- to see his Minny again and nothing was going to stop him.
After he ate himself sick he consulted with Ginny. He had told her earlier to meet him in the common room, and she kept her word in saying that she would.
"What do you need to talk about Ron?" she asked casually. "I'm dying." "Oh, Ron..." "Seriously Ginny... here. After I'm gone you have to tell everyone. I know it's not fair to put this on you, but you're the only person I trust." He handed her the letter he'd written. "What about Harry?" "Harry's a great guy, too noble, he'd try to talk me out of it." "What makes you think that I wont?" "You know me, you love me, you understand me, and you're a real sucker for a good romance." "Ron, are you really going to do this?" tears welled up in her eyes. "Don't cry Ginny, not now... I love you you know that? I love all my family and I love Harry as though he were part of it, but it's not enough. I need her, it's useless without her." Ginny burst into tears. "I love you Ronnie, you're the best brother in the world. I mean I love all my brothers, but you've always looked out for me... how are we going to live without you Ron? You hold this family together, you're the most loyal and the most loving... I'll miss you." She cried. Ron hugged her. "I love you too Gin, but this is what I have to do."
Ron left the dorm and went to the second floor girl's toilet. He thanked his helper and filled the same small vile with the clear liquid.
"I hope this works, but even if it doesn't," he thought aloud, "Suicide is supposed to be painful."
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In his dorm, Ron sat on his bed waiting for Harry... He had to say goodbye to his best friend.
"Ron, mate, what's going on? Ginny said that you needed to see me. She said it was important." "It is... I... This is goodbye Harry. I'm so sorry to leave you this way, but I can't stay here any longer." "But Ron, where'll you go? How'll you get your education if you leave? You need an education if you're going to get a half decent job and you need a job to have a life and-" "Not that kind of leaving." Ron took the small tube of potion out of his bag. "You can't do that!" Harry screamed. "I have to mate, I'm dying here... I want to get death over with. I want to see her again." "Ron, you have to be brave!" "I can't do that Harry!" "Why not? I'm coping, it hurts and I hate it, but I am!" "It's different for you! I love her! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT HER!" "TRY! Be brave damn it! You're in Gryffindor! Gryffindor stands for courage!" "And loyalty." "Ron, you can be loyal without killing yourself! It's TILL DEATH DO US PART! You weren't even married!" Ron just shook his head. "This is goodbye mate... sorry I'm such a bad friend."
At this point, Ginny walked quietly into the room. Ron pulled out something else from his bag and placed it cautiously on his bed next to where he was standing.
"To be, or not to be, that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind -"
"Um. Ron, you hate Shakespeare, remember?" It sounded like an honest question, but all knew that it was Harry's offer of a reason to quit; a reason to live. Ron shook his head again.
"To be, or not to be, that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ill we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
"Ron," said Harry quietly (for he had given up on trying to change Ron's mind) "I hate to cut you off, but.you know Hamlet didn't kill himself, don't you?" "Yeah, and I figured you'd bring that up so," he reached onto the bed and pulled a dagger out of the sheath. He held it up so that caught the sun, the ruby on it's handle dazzled in the light. "Happy dagger here is thy sheath." He brought it down, slowly at first... then quicker, and swiftly plunged it into his heart. He fell to his knees and shut his eyes. As Ron's body hit the floor Harry erupted into tears. Ginny held hers back and gently rubbed Harry's back.
"What was the point of the potion? Just to put on a show? Like this doesn't hurt us enough already?" "It was a pain numbing potion. It didn't make it completely painless, but it made it numb enough that he wouldn't chicken out." Harry sniffled and cried some more, Ginny helped him to his bed and gave him a quick hug before turning around and walking out the door.
"Wait!" Harry called through his tears, "Where are you going?" Ginny turned around, silent tears running down her cheeks. "To owl Mum."
I hope you enjoy it ! I had a blast writing it.
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Ron sat in the hard wooden chair, flaming head in his pale hands. He shook his head a few times and wiped away a few small tears than had escaped his eyes, he looked up and stared at the metal-framed bed in front of him. The crisp white sheets were colorless, odorless, thoughtless. just plain white. His bed sheets at the Burrow were orange, Harry had blue ones with the Dursleys, and Ginny has purple, Fred and George yellow. Percy always had beige, nice and boring. but no one had plain white. White with a pattern, sure, but never just this cold un-caring color. Then he looked at her, frozen. She didn't move, didn't make a sound, it didn't even look like she was breathing. Madam Pomfrey was constantly checking her vital signs, murmuring that he was a nuisance all the time. Ron looked down at his watch. nearly dinnertime. When had he last eaten? He didn't eat yesterday morning- they were on their way to breakfast when she fainted; he stayed with her all day. Harry had brought him some toast that evening, and some for breakfast. yeah, he'd eaten. Just then his stomach gave a loud rumble.
"Young Man!" Madam Pomfrey screeched. "Leave here this instant! Go get yourself dinner and then GO TO BED! You have missed meals, sleep, classes, and everything else vital to your health and future! I don't like having visitors to begin with but this is ridiculous!" "I will not leave! HER health and HER future are far more important to me! SHE IS SICK! She could die..." he faded out on the last comment, but regained some volume a moment later, "I will be here the minute she wakes up, or the minute it's decided that she'll sleep forever." Madam Pomfrey just shook her head. "It's so sad," she thought, "that death should come so soon to someone with so much in their life." Three days later, Hermione woke for a short period of time. She had no strength and could hardly talk, but she told Ron quite simply that all the praying in the world wouldn't save her now. She was dying and she was sorry, sorry for leaving him.
"I love you," she told him. "I love you and I always will. I wish I could have stayed long enough to get married," her voice soft and regretful, "And I wish I could have lived long enough to be a real part of your family."
Ron looked straight at her, but couldn't see anything through his tears. "Don't leave me Minny, please. I need you." Hermione smiled sadly, "I love you Ron." her voice faded away, "Tell Harry, Ginny, all your family and mine that I love them too. Just don't tell them that I love you most." She shut her eyes. She shut her eyes and never opened them again.
The funeral was a week later. The whole school was invited, just like she had wanted for the wedding. It was a muggle funeral, set up by Hermione's parents. There was a wake for only close family and friends. Ron noticed that there was only one person from her former school. A pretty girl, thin, tall, looked a little like Fleur but with red hair. Her name was Julianne. Jules for short. Fred was flirting with her a lot, much to Ron's chagrin. He lectured Fred afterwards, as did their mum, for not being respectful. "You should have been respectful, it was a bloody funeral! IT WAS HER GODDAMNED FUNERAL!" Ron bellowed before he broke down into tears, "It was her funeral."
Ron was excused from school for a week. He sat in his room in the burrow and cried. He cried and he screamed, threw things and cursed loudly, and there were a few attempts to jump from his third story window. All, however, were stopped by his loving and loyal although dimwitted owl. When he returned to school it was much the same as at home. He went to classes, did his work (although it was done very poorly), went to the common room where he sloppily did his homework; and then he went to his dorm room where he cried, screamed, and threw things. Until one day in potions.
"Now this potion is very dangerous. It is used for plants and plants alone, although some say it's the cure to a broken heart." Ron's head snapped up. "They say the only cure to a broken heart is death, and this potion is extremely deadly. SO BE CAREFUL!" Snape glared at Neville when he said this. Harry glanced at Ron. Ron and Harry partnered up and began working on the potion. Instead of the careless job Ron had been doing the previous week (in all classes, lowering both his grade and Harry's) but now he was both cautious and meticulous. The potion turned out so well that Snape had to congratulate them. A sarcastic, 'who'd of thought you could do anything right' congratulations, but praise none the less. When emptying his or her cauldrons, no one noticed Ron fill a small vial with the clear gooey liquid. There next classes went by quickly and Ron immediately disappeared. Harry was worried, but had homework and decided he'd worry about Ron later. Pig, however, interrupted Harry the minute he sat down to do his work. "Ron's not here," Harry said, obviously annoyed. "Go find him elsewhere."
Pig followed Harry's instructions; he flew around the dorm before heading outside. Luckily, he got lost on his way and wound up at the lake where Ron was sitting, staring at his tube of poison. He lifted it up, let the sunshine through it, and brought it to his lips. Just as he began to drink, it was knocked out of his hands by the fluttering of wings.
"Pig! You stupid little &%$@ %&&* #^% @%#$! What the BLOODY HELL are you trying to do?! That %@$^! potion took a lot of work you ^%$#! $#%$ *%^&! You. aww forget it."
Ron slumped back to the dorm, his letter clenched in his fist. On his way to the dormitory he thought about why he was still alive. Why did that damn owl keep screwing him over? Then Ron realized that without him, who would take care of Pig? No wonder the owl didn't want him dead. then Ron realized that there were a lot of unfinished things he should deal with before he ended his life. He decided to go to the library and write a long, long letter telling everyone everything they'd ever need to know.
An hour and a half later, when Harry walked into the dorm room, Ron was putting the finishing touches on his letter. It ended with "I'd like Ginny to have Pig. Take good care of him Gin, he loves you and trust me- he's a loyal pet. He may be a pain and he is most definitely on the slow side, but his little heart's bigger than you could ever guess... I love you all, and this is farewell."
"What are you writing?" Harry asked as he sat down next to Ron on the floor. "Just a letter..." "Oh, I just finished one to Sirius... would you like to go to the owlery with me and we can send them?" "Uh, no thanks Harry... but if you want I'll send yours later." "Sure."
Ron grinned, but luckily Harry didn't notice. If he sent Harry's letter with Pig, there would be no telling when the owl would return. He could brew tonight, and it would all be over with tomorrow. Life would be done, and he could be with Hermione again.
That night Ron 'borrowed' Harry's invisibility cloak and the Marauders Map. He snuck all the way to the dungeons where he picked up some key ingredients to the potion he'd researched. Then he got his cauldron and supplies, and went to the girl's lavatory on the second floor where Moaning Murdle would be his only company. After what seemed like hours, but was actually a remarkably short time for potion brewing, the potion looked like water. Thin and clear with just the slightest blue tint. He left it to simmer for a few hours, as the directions said to and Moaning Myrtle (much to Ron's surprise) offered to keep everyone out of the bathroom and keep an eye on the potion to make sure nothing went wrong. Who would have guessed that Myrtle was a real sucker for a good romance?
Classes went by quickly the next day, it was a Friday so everyone was happy that weekend was there. The joyful atmosphere alone was nearly enough to kill Ron. Dinner was splendid, possibly the best ever... possibly, Ron thought, because it was his last. He remember what Nick had told him about not eating as a ghost.... Ron hadn't thought about the possibility of becoming a ghost, but he had a purpose in dying- to see his Minny again and nothing was going to stop him.
After he ate himself sick he consulted with Ginny. He had told her earlier to meet him in the common room, and she kept her word in saying that she would.
"What do you need to talk about Ron?" she asked casually. "I'm dying." "Oh, Ron..." "Seriously Ginny... here. After I'm gone you have to tell everyone. I know it's not fair to put this on you, but you're the only person I trust." He handed her the letter he'd written. "What about Harry?" "Harry's a great guy, too noble, he'd try to talk me out of it." "What makes you think that I wont?" "You know me, you love me, you understand me, and you're a real sucker for a good romance." "Ron, are you really going to do this?" tears welled up in her eyes. "Don't cry Ginny, not now... I love you you know that? I love all my family and I love Harry as though he were part of it, but it's not enough. I need her, it's useless without her." Ginny burst into tears. "I love you Ronnie, you're the best brother in the world. I mean I love all my brothers, but you've always looked out for me... how are we going to live without you Ron? You hold this family together, you're the most loyal and the most loving... I'll miss you." She cried. Ron hugged her. "I love you too Gin, but this is what I have to do."
Ron left the dorm and went to the second floor girl's toilet. He thanked his helper and filled the same small vile with the clear liquid.
"I hope this works, but even if it doesn't," he thought aloud, "Suicide is supposed to be painful."
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In his dorm, Ron sat on his bed waiting for Harry... He had to say goodbye to his best friend.
"Ron, mate, what's going on? Ginny said that you needed to see me. She said it was important." "It is... I... This is goodbye Harry. I'm so sorry to leave you this way, but I can't stay here any longer." "But Ron, where'll you go? How'll you get your education if you leave? You need an education if you're going to get a half decent job and you need a job to have a life and-" "Not that kind of leaving." Ron took the small tube of potion out of his bag. "You can't do that!" Harry screamed. "I have to mate, I'm dying here... I want to get death over with. I want to see her again." "Ron, you have to be brave!" "I can't do that Harry!" "Why not? I'm coping, it hurts and I hate it, but I am!" "It's different for you! I love her! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT HER!" "TRY! Be brave damn it! You're in Gryffindor! Gryffindor stands for courage!" "And loyalty." "Ron, you can be loyal without killing yourself! It's TILL DEATH DO US PART! You weren't even married!" Ron just shook his head. "This is goodbye mate... sorry I'm such a bad friend."
At this point, Ginny walked quietly into the room. Ron pulled out something else from his bag and placed it cautiously on his bed next to where he was standing.
"To be, or not to be, that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind -"
"Um. Ron, you hate Shakespeare, remember?" It sounded like an honest question, but all knew that it was Harry's offer of a reason to quit; a reason to live. Ron shook his head again.
"To be, or not to be, that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ill we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
"Ron," said Harry quietly (for he had given up on trying to change Ron's mind) "I hate to cut you off, but.you know Hamlet didn't kill himself, don't you?" "Yeah, and I figured you'd bring that up so," he reached onto the bed and pulled a dagger out of the sheath. He held it up so that caught the sun, the ruby on it's handle dazzled in the light. "Happy dagger here is thy sheath." He brought it down, slowly at first... then quicker, and swiftly plunged it into his heart. He fell to his knees and shut his eyes. As Ron's body hit the floor Harry erupted into tears. Ginny held hers back and gently rubbed Harry's back.
"What was the point of the potion? Just to put on a show? Like this doesn't hurt us enough already?" "It was a pain numbing potion. It didn't make it completely painless, but it made it numb enough that he wouldn't chicken out." Harry sniffled and cried some more, Ginny helped him to his bed and gave him a quick hug before turning around and walking out the door.
"Wait!" Harry called through his tears, "Where are you going?" Ginny turned around, silent tears running down her cheeks. "To owl Mum."
