I hate Harry Potter; I despise him, and everything to do with him. I don't own him; if I owned him he'd be dead by now. He's owned by various other people or something. Well, have fun.
Oh, just a warning. This is strictly for people who hate Harry Potter and fans with a sense of humour. If you have neither of those, I suggest you leave right away.
And I'm not that sure of everything, if I've made a few mistakes or something, well, who cares???
Err, it isn't as funny as it was meant to be. The point is, someone dies. So that's okay.
"Be careful, Harry," Ron said nervously.
"What are you so nervous about? I'm the one going out there to play," Harry replied nervously. "And I'm not nervous."
"I just have a bad feeling about this," Ron explained. "Seriously, be careful."
"I will. Just don't worry about me."
Good luck, Harry!" Hermione grabbed him in a tight hug.
"That's nice Hermione... but I... can't.... breathe..."
"Oh, sorry," she said, looking embarrassed. Harry headed off to get ready for the quidditch match and Hermione and Ron walked over to the stands so they could watch.
Two minutes into the game, Harry had a near miss with a... one of those balls that's designed to knock people off their brooms (told you I didn't know everything about HP, didn't I?). Fred and George dived in to help and clonked Harry out on both sides of his head. Harry fell off his broom and fell towards the ground.
"Oops," Fred said sheepishly.
"I told you I had a bad feeling about this," Ron muttered to Hermione.
"Please, no," Hermione whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
Hahahahahahaha, I stole that line from Pokémon!!! Misty says it when Ash dies!!! Well, hasn't anyone else ever noticed the similarities between Harry, Ron and Hermione and Ash, Brock, and Misty?
Harry was carried off on a stretcher, and the game continued for a moment without him. And then...
Everyone looked to Dumbledore who was yelling in pain. It took a few minutes, but eventually someone realised he was suffering a heart attack and he was rushed off to... get some help... or something...
"I knew this wasn't going to be a good day," Ron whispered.
Ron and Hermione had no news of their friend, and were waiting in the griffindor...common room... thing... Hermione was pacing up and down wearing the carpet out. Ron was sitting on a chair watching her.
"He'll be fine, Hermione," Ron said eventually, not fooling anybody, including himself.
"Yeah, you're right," she agreed, obviously trying to fool herself, "you know what's he like."
"Yeah," Ron added quickly, "he'll probably come looking for us soon."
"He'll be back on that broom tomorrow," Hermione warmed to the idea, "and laugh and tell you it was funny how you thought you had a bad feeling about it."
"Yeah," Ron laughed, "and it'll all go back to normal."
"Yeah..." Hermione was sitting down by this point, "all back to normal." She curled up in the chair and Ron assumed she'd gone to sleep.
They were the only people in the room. Ron didn't know where everyone else was, but he was glad they weren't there at that moment, because he was going to... cry. He rubbed his eyes with his fists. His friend wasn't going to die. He'd be fine. But still... he realised Hermione wasn't asleep when he looked up to see her staring at him. He blinked so he could see properly.
"Ron..."
"What?" he asked fiercely.
"I only wanted to ask if you were all right," she said angrily.
"Do I look alright?" Ron said angrily, unable to keep his fears in, even if it was to protect Hermione. "My best friend is in there... dying, and... and... you expect me to be ALRIGHT?"
Hermione burst into tears.
"Oops."
"You said he was going to be alright!" Hermione glared. "You said he'd be fine!"
"Yes, I-I-I, Hermione..."
"RON! He's not going to be alright is he, he's dead isn't he..."
Ron put his arm around Hermione. "Look, I really don't know, but..."
Hermione sniffed and wiped her nose on Ron's sleeve. "Oh... it isn't fair..."
"Look Hermione, I expect he probably is alright," Ron handed her a tissue, "he always is."
And then Ron felt a surge of jealously. As long as Harry was around, Harry would always get Hermione... Harry had only been gone about an hour and already Ron had his arm around her. He wasn't sure whether to be glad or miserable.
Hermione sniffed in reply.
"Hermione..." This is it... "Hermione, the thing is..."
The door creaked open. "Ah. Ron. Hermione. I've err, got something to tell you."
Hermione's heart sunk. It was a nurse.
"The thing is... your friend Harry..."
Ron held his breath and closed his eyes. If I don't believe it it's not really
happening. I don't care about that happens with Hermione and me, I just want
my best friend back...
Hermione looked away. "I don't want to hear this."
"He didn't make it. The head injuries were too..."
Ron didn't want to hear the excuses. "Couldn't you do something?"
She shook her head. "There was nothing we could do."
"What, nothing?" he yelled angrily. "There was absolutely nothing you could do?"
"No, I'm really very sorry..."
Hermione grabbed Ron's arm. "It's not her fault."
"No, I-I suppose not."
"Err..." she looked nervous. "Is there anyone else who needs to be told?"
Hermione and Ron looked at each other. "Hadgrid!"
"It's okay," Ron said, "we'll tell him."
"Will we?" Shrieked Hermione.
"Yes," Ron said firmly, "we will."
The two walked silently to Hadgrid's home. They didn't knock or say anything,
simply walked in and sat down at the table with Hadgrid, who was staring at the
wooden pattern as if his life depended on it.
"Hadgrid..." Ron began eventually. "You saw the match today, didn't you?"
He nodded.
"And-and you saw Harry fall of his broom?"
Hermione started to sniff again.
"And... we thought we'd come and tell you, I suppose there'll be a big
announcement tomorrow, but his friends and stuff need to know today, but..."
"He's dead, isn't he," Hadgrid said, expressionlessly.
Ron nodded. Hermione burst into loud, shaking sobs.
"Pull yerself together!" Hadgrid said, unable to cope with more crying.
Hermione cried louder.
"I-I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean..." he put his hand in one of his pockets,
pulled out a large handkerchief, and blew his nose loudly, and then started to cry
as well.
Ron was more angry than upset. Angry at the doctors, for not being able to help,
angry at his brothers for knocking Harry out, angry at Harry for giving up, angry
at Hermione for crying so loudly...
The three of them sat together for about five minutes longer, and then Ron and
Hermione left Hadgrid to cry in peace.
"I don't know why... but doesn't it feel sort of... empty?" Ron asked as they
walked back in the semi-darkness.
"It's because one of us is missing," Hermione replied miserably.
The next day, word had obviously spread of the news. Half the school were
crying, and the other half were deathly silent. Dumbledore didn't have to ask for
quiet even once.
"As you can see," he said, "I am perfectly okay, despite my heart attack
yesterday. But the other accident yesterday..." He paused. "As I am sure many of
you are aware, Harry Potter also had an accident. Unfortunately... he did not
survive."
Many people suddenly starting crying again. Ron looked at them in disgust.
"They never even knew Harry."
Dumbledore continued. "I think this was a shock... for all of us. Anyone who feels
they need to, may skip lessons today." There was no reason for him to say
anymore. Everyone got up and went to talk to other people.
Ron looked around. "Hey, where are Fred and George?"
"They probably feel guilty about yesterday," Hermione said quietly. "They
probably think it was all their fault."
"It was," Ron muttered, fists clenched.
"It wasn't, Ron," Hermione said. "It was just a freak accident."
"I suppose. Are you going to lessons today?"
Hermione shrugged. "I was going to--take my mind off things a bit."
Ron gave her a pleading look. "I don't think I could face it... but I don't want to
sit around by myself all day."
"Alright then..." Hermione agreed. "I guess one day wouldn't hurt."
Oh, just a warning. This is strictly for people who hate Harry Potter and fans with a sense of humour. If you have neither of those, I suggest you leave right away.
And I'm not that sure of everything, if I've made a few mistakes or something, well, who cares???
Err, it isn't as funny as it was meant to be. The point is, someone dies. So that's okay.
"Be careful, Harry," Ron said nervously.
"What are you so nervous about? I'm the one going out there to play," Harry replied nervously. "And I'm not nervous."
"I just have a bad feeling about this," Ron explained. "Seriously, be careful."
"I will. Just don't worry about me."
Good luck, Harry!" Hermione grabbed him in a tight hug.
"That's nice Hermione... but I... can't.... breathe..."
"Oh, sorry," she said, looking embarrassed. Harry headed off to get ready for the quidditch match and Hermione and Ron walked over to the stands so they could watch.
Two minutes into the game, Harry had a near miss with a... one of those balls that's designed to knock people off their brooms (told you I didn't know everything about HP, didn't I?). Fred and George dived in to help and clonked Harry out on both sides of his head. Harry fell off his broom and fell towards the ground.
"Oops," Fred said sheepishly.
"I told you I had a bad feeling about this," Ron muttered to Hermione.
"Please, no," Hermione whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
Hahahahahahaha, I stole that line from Pokémon!!! Misty says it when Ash dies!!! Well, hasn't anyone else ever noticed the similarities between Harry, Ron and Hermione and Ash, Brock, and Misty?
Harry was carried off on a stretcher, and the game continued for a moment without him. And then...
Everyone looked to Dumbledore who was yelling in pain. It took a few minutes, but eventually someone realised he was suffering a heart attack and he was rushed off to... get some help... or something...
"I knew this wasn't going to be a good day," Ron whispered.
Ron and Hermione had no news of their friend, and were waiting in the griffindor...common room... thing... Hermione was pacing up and down wearing the carpet out. Ron was sitting on a chair watching her.
"He'll be fine, Hermione," Ron said eventually, not fooling anybody, including himself.
"Yeah, you're right," she agreed, obviously trying to fool herself, "you know what's he like."
"Yeah," Ron added quickly, "he'll probably come looking for us soon."
"He'll be back on that broom tomorrow," Hermione warmed to the idea, "and laugh and tell you it was funny how you thought you had a bad feeling about it."
"Yeah," Ron laughed, "and it'll all go back to normal."
"Yeah..." Hermione was sitting down by this point, "all back to normal." She curled up in the chair and Ron assumed she'd gone to sleep.
They were the only people in the room. Ron didn't know where everyone else was, but he was glad they weren't there at that moment, because he was going to... cry. He rubbed his eyes with his fists. His friend wasn't going to die. He'd be fine. But still... he realised Hermione wasn't asleep when he looked up to see her staring at him. He blinked so he could see properly.
"Ron..."
"What?" he asked fiercely.
"I only wanted to ask if you were all right," she said angrily.
"Do I look alright?" Ron said angrily, unable to keep his fears in, even if it was to protect Hermione. "My best friend is in there... dying, and... and... you expect me to be ALRIGHT?"
Hermione burst into tears.
"Oops."
"You said he was going to be alright!" Hermione glared. "You said he'd be fine!"
"Yes, I-I-I, Hermione..."
"RON! He's not going to be alright is he, he's dead isn't he..."
Ron put his arm around Hermione. "Look, I really don't know, but..."
Hermione sniffed and wiped her nose on Ron's sleeve. "Oh... it isn't fair..."
"Look Hermione, I expect he probably is alright," Ron handed her a tissue, "he always is."
And then Ron felt a surge of jealously. As long as Harry was around, Harry would always get Hermione... Harry had only been gone about an hour and already Ron had his arm around her. He wasn't sure whether to be glad or miserable.
Hermione sniffed in reply.
"Hermione..." This is it... "Hermione, the thing is..."
The door creaked open. "Ah. Ron. Hermione. I've err, got something to tell you."
Hermione's heart sunk. It was a nurse.
"The thing is... your friend Harry..."
Ron held his breath and closed his eyes. If I don't believe it it's not really
happening. I don't care about that happens with Hermione and me, I just want
my best friend back...
Hermione looked away. "I don't want to hear this."
"He didn't make it. The head injuries were too..."
Ron didn't want to hear the excuses. "Couldn't you do something?"
She shook her head. "There was nothing we could do."
"What, nothing?" he yelled angrily. "There was absolutely nothing you could do?"
"No, I'm really very sorry..."
Hermione grabbed Ron's arm. "It's not her fault."
"No, I-I suppose not."
"Err..." she looked nervous. "Is there anyone else who needs to be told?"
Hermione and Ron looked at each other. "Hadgrid!"
"It's okay," Ron said, "we'll tell him."
"Will we?" Shrieked Hermione.
"Yes," Ron said firmly, "we will."
The two walked silently to Hadgrid's home. They didn't knock or say anything,
simply walked in and sat down at the table with Hadgrid, who was staring at the
wooden pattern as if his life depended on it.
"Hadgrid..." Ron began eventually. "You saw the match today, didn't you?"
He nodded.
"And-and you saw Harry fall of his broom?"
Hermione started to sniff again.
"And... we thought we'd come and tell you, I suppose there'll be a big
announcement tomorrow, but his friends and stuff need to know today, but..."
"He's dead, isn't he," Hadgrid said, expressionlessly.
Ron nodded. Hermione burst into loud, shaking sobs.
"Pull yerself together!" Hadgrid said, unable to cope with more crying.
Hermione cried louder.
"I-I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean..." he put his hand in one of his pockets,
pulled out a large handkerchief, and blew his nose loudly, and then started to cry
as well.
Ron was more angry than upset. Angry at the doctors, for not being able to help,
angry at his brothers for knocking Harry out, angry at Harry for giving up, angry
at Hermione for crying so loudly...
The three of them sat together for about five minutes longer, and then Ron and
Hermione left Hadgrid to cry in peace.
"I don't know why... but doesn't it feel sort of... empty?" Ron asked as they
walked back in the semi-darkness.
"It's because one of us is missing," Hermione replied miserably.
The next day, word had obviously spread of the news. Half the school were
crying, and the other half were deathly silent. Dumbledore didn't have to ask for
quiet even once.
"As you can see," he said, "I am perfectly okay, despite my heart attack
yesterday. But the other accident yesterday..." He paused. "As I am sure many of
you are aware, Harry Potter also had an accident. Unfortunately... he did not
survive."
Many people suddenly starting crying again. Ron looked at them in disgust.
"They never even knew Harry."
Dumbledore continued. "I think this was a shock... for all of us. Anyone who feels
they need to, may skip lessons today." There was no reason for him to say
anymore. Everyone got up and went to talk to other people.
Ron looked around. "Hey, where are Fred and George?"
"They probably feel guilty about yesterday," Hermione said quietly. "They
probably think it was all their fault."
"It was," Ron muttered, fists clenched.
"It wasn't, Ron," Hermione said. "It was just a freak accident."
"I suppose. Are you going to lessons today?"
Hermione shrugged. "I was going to--take my mind off things a bit."
Ron gave her a pleading look. "I don't think I could face it... but I don't want to
sit around by myself all day."
"Alright then..." Hermione agreed. "I guess one day wouldn't hurt."