The Death of Harry Potter

By: Darkmoore

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Part XIII – Ron & Hermione

He stumbled out of the fireplace into the kitchen of the Burrow, barely able to walk only knowing one thing, he needed his mother and he needed her badly. He saw her there, standing at the stove, cooking something, he didn't know what, he wanted to speak, but had no voice. He wanted to go to her, but found his legs refused to work. Luckily she turned to him and saw the expression on his face and she became afraid.

"Ron?" she asked.

His chin and lower lip quivered, unable to speak, unable to form the words even in his mind that he wanted so badly to deny were true. He looked at her and his legs, which miraculously held him up this long, gave out and he crumpled to the floor in a heap of his normal self. She ran to him and took the now weeping man into her arms and cradled him to her loving bosom.

"What is it Ron? What's wrong?" Molly asked of her youngest son.

All he could do was shake his head and sputter and rock back and forth in her arms and weep uncontrollably on the floor of the kitchen. He wanted to tell her, but how could be? How could he do to her what was happening to him? How could he shatter her as he himself had been shattered? How?

"Mum." He squeaks out to her and explodes in volcanic eruption of pain and grief and buries his head once more into her bosom wanting, no wishing, to once again be a little boy and she would make the bad things go away with a hug and a kiss.

Suddenly the fire erupts in green flame as another person enters the Burrow via the floo network. There stands Hermione Granger with tears running down her face and heaving in great hiccups of pain as well. Through bleary eyes she spots mother and son on the floor of the kitchen and launches herself at them and also burying her face into Molly Weasley.

Suddenly with these two teenagers in her arms, she becomes afraid. Where is her Harry? Where is the wonderful boy who is the only child that was hers, but did not come out of her body? Why isn't he here with the other two?

"Children, now tell me, what's wrong? Where is Harry?" Molly asked.

Whatever response she was expecting it wasn't what she got, suddenly Ron erupted with a scream and a howl that sounded as if his very soul were being ripped asunder at the very mention if his best friend's name. Then she knew and began to cry herself. He must be dead.

With a crack, Albus Dumbledore apparatus into the home of the Weasley family and finds his missing students there and he sighs a relief. Well, sighs as much as he can considering that he too was wracked with pain and grief.

"Albus? What's happened? What's going on here?" Molly begged of him.

"There's been an incident Molly. The Gryffindor Quidditch team was practicing for an upcoming match and Harry was attempting to capture the snitch when it happened. One of the bludgers got past the beaters and struck Harry …" Albus stopped, unable to go on, unable to talk about the death of one of his favorite students.

"Oh, but he was only seventeen years old, he had his whole life ahead of him and with You-Know-Who gone, he was free of that curse and …" Molly suddenly burst into tears herself unable to go on.

The room fell silent, with the exception of sobs. No one was able to tell her how Ron had watched from his keeper position as his best friend was struck in the face with a bludger. How the bludger had imbedded itself into Harry's skull and obliterating his face, pushing all those broken bones into the soft tissue of his brain. How he was dead before he even hit the ground after he fell off of his broom.

No, the only thing Ron Weasley could do was sit on the floor in his mother's arms and wish it was he who had died instead.

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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...

"Me" wrote I'd like to recommend a story. A young 16 year old Harry commits suicide by taking poison. The next day, his friends find the naked body in his bed and the story is how they deal with finding him, clothing him for the funeral, see him laying in state during the wake and funeral and then his burial.

Answer - Thanks for the idea.