Disclaimer: Never mine

A/N: Ah, I know you would like another horror story, but this one was in the way.

For Miss-Aurelia. I started writing this the minute I read her review for Core Of Power requesting I updated At Death's Door. So here you go, enjoy.

At Death's Door

Part 11: The Astronomy Tower a.k.a. Ron the Idiot.

Rated: PG 13

Warning: Angst and some gore

"Harry please, you need to go to class. You can't go on like this."

No answer.

"Will you just get out of bed already."

Still no answer.

"Jeez, it's been two months. You hardly eat, you almost never sleep. It's time to move on."

Silence.

"She wouldn't have wanted this." Ron was getting desperate.

"You don't know that, she's death."

"Finally, it speaks." The redhead grabbed Harry's arm and tried to get the much smaller boy to get up. Their other dorm mates had left for breakfast already and he was hungry.

"Get'off me!" Harry ripped his arm free and turned away from his friend.

"Harry get up now! I'm not gonna let you take another friend away from me." Immediately Ron realised what he had said and made to apologize. That was until he saw that Harry had gone back to ignoring him. Knowing nothing would get through to his friend now, he left for breakfast. He decided he would ask for forgiveness after classes, after all, he had just told his best friend he was responsible for killing Hermione.

After Ron had left, Harry turned back, lying once again on his back, and stared at the canopy of his bed.  He knew Ron would be back at lunchtime to try and convince him to eat something, but he wasn't hungry, he was never hungry. Of course he would sometimes eat something to kept the others happy, but not very often.

He knew Ron hadn't really meant what he had said, that he was just frustrated, but damn, it hurt and it didn't help this feeling inside him that he was right, that it was his fault. The curse had been meant for him after all, but it had missed and hit Hermione instead, leading to her very painful death.

Before that there had been Neville and his grandmother who had been killed, because they supported him, right after his fifth year ended. Then at the end of the summer right before sixth year Hermione, Justin, Dean, Lavender and Hannah had been attacked at home for being muggleborns. Despite the protection they and their families had gotten only Hermione and Hannah had escaped with their lives, but Hannah would never see again and Hermione had died two months ago.

He had seen her off at Hogsmead station when she left to go spend Christmas with what was left of her family when deatheaters had attacked the small wizarding town. She had been so brave, defending the younger students and later himself when the attackers had focused on him.

She had died protecting him and he had survived once more.

Tears were running down his face, making his hair stick to his ears. He always survived, even if he didn't want to. Well not anymore, no more suffering.

Now that he had finally made up his mind to go through with what he had been planning to do for a long while now, he quickly and without hesitation wrote a note to Ron and then another to Dumbledore, telling them how sorry he was and left the dorm.

While walking down the halls and climbing the up stairs he thought about the one thing that had stopped him from doing this before.

The prophecy.

But it didn't matter anymore, he couldn't safe anyone any way, he brought only death to everyone around him.

He made it. And he hadn't even run in to anyone who could have stopped him.

The astronomy tower.

The highest point of the school, the place where he would finally find freedom.

He opened the doors to the balcony where the telescopes stood and deeply inhaled the fresh cool air of morning. He walked up to the balustrade and leaned on the cold stone to look down at the school grounds.

He had always loved flying, it was the one thing that had made him feel free. Very appropriate that he should end it this way.

He stood on top of the broad stone railing in between two of the telescopes and threw his arms to the side like he was a bird ready for take off.

"Harry NOOO!!"

Ron? What was he doing here? He must have forgotten his books again and found the note early. The redhead was running towards him, but he wouldn't let anyone or anything stop him now and just before his friend reached him he smiled and let himself fall.

The feeling of freedom was incredible, even better than with a broom. He felt more than saw the spell Ron must've cast pass him by and the last thing he saw was a web of magic light up in front of him.

Ron did the only thing he could think of, he cast a levitating charm at the falling form of his best friend, but his aim was off in his panic and he missed.

It missed Harry, but it did collide with the protection spells around the tower, the ones that would have caught the suicidal teenager to be precise.

And with a flash of light the bubble charm was transformed into something else, something that it was definitely not meant to be.

A severing spell.

The one thing that would have saved the boy-who-lived changed into a large web of magic and when Harry hit that intricate work of light lines, his body was cut up in thousands of tiny bloody pieces. The entire ground was painted red and the small chunks of flesh were blown all over the school grounds.

Harry Potter was no more because of his best friend, the same friend that followed him into the next great adventure only one week later.

End Part 11.

My wonderful reviewers:

Miss-Aurelia: Not a cat, no please have mercy! Lol. Thanks for reviewing again and I do think they're nice ideas, especially the flobberworm, but I don't know if I'll use it. He already gets eaten thrice after all. :) By the way, thanks for reviewing my other story Core of Power, you were the first. I got one other story up and running if you're interested :::Hint, hint::: :p

Psiana: Thank you for reviewing, unfortunately for you I already have him falling to his death, but I might consider some trio interaction. By the way, what spelling mistakes? I can't find any and I have a very good spell check on my pc, so they can't be misspelled words, did I mix something up? It couldn't be names... I always check the books.... Argh someone kill my insecurity please....

Englishgirl: Thank you and I'll definitely keep that in mind. Horror, hmmm, so many possibilities.