Chapter 4 - Flashback

"Ron!" Hermione screeched. "Harry's going to kill imself!"

"What?!" Ron roared. "How do you know?!"

"I-I was talking to him and...oh Ron! He looked at Sirius's knif and...and...his eyes lit up. Trust me! I know he will!"

But Ron wasn't listening. He burst through the door with Fred, George and Neville behind him.

There was Harry, holding his knife.

"Harry, before you do anything rash, please just listen." said Ron.

"Why? I'll be happier this way Ron."

"Happy how? You don't even know what happens when you die!" Ron cried.

"Well, if someone can comeback as a ghost, there has to be an afterworld."

"Harry, please don't!"

"Why not? Want to yell at me again? Need me to be here so everyone will know your name? I'm sick of being a sterio-type!"

"No one thinks you're a sterio-type..." said George.

"Yes they do, I'm not blind!" Harry screamed. "Everyone wants to be me. They all want to be famous Harry Potter. But do they really want my life? No, just the perks. I'm not even a person anymore! I'm just a lyfestyle!"

"Pease listen Hary. I'm sorry! I'm sorry I didn't believe you! I'm sorry I yelled at you last night!"

"I'm sorry too Ron." Hrry said, speaking so calmly that the boys shivered. "I'm sorry I ever came to Hogwarts. I'm sorry I ever Voldemort. I'm sorry I ever did anything cloes to heroic."

"Harry, please!Where will I be without you? You'll miss so much! What about Fred and George's joke shop? What about graduation?" Ron cried desprately. Tears were foming below his blue eyes. "What about Hermione? What about cho? We were going to get married together!"

Harry just smiled reassuringly. "You'll be fine Ron. Just tell her how wonderful she looks. Tell her you've loved her for years."

"Harry, no! Please don't!"

"Ron, I've lived with the dursleys all my life. I've fought Voldemort and survived. Twice. My heart's been broken and so have my bones. It can't possibly get any worse."

"In my dream, I was with my parents and Sirius. I never want to be away from them again."

Ron's world was blurred, but he could still see enough to tell the difference from the red hangings and Harry's blood. He leapt for Harry, hoping that he could get him to Madam Pomefrey in time. By the time he got there though, Harry had bled too much. The gash was huge and had quickly overflowed.

"No!" Ron cried. Harry lay lifeless in his hands.

Neville lay a comforting on Ron's shoulder. "At least he died happy. He's smiling."