Disclaimer: Lyrics at beginning are 'Miss you when you're dead' by Krispies.
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Everything turns red
You've never heard them say
I miss you when you're dead
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"It is with great regret that I inform you young Mr. Potter..."
Ron had tuned out as soon as McGonagall had led him to the Headmaster's office. He took note with a dazed alertness of Snape lurking in the corner, a strange expression on his face, and Dumbledore's sad, old eyes. Ron felt his heart slow down. His mind fogged in a thick cloud, like he was moving through mud, though he was not actually moving at all.
"I am sorry for your loss." Ron nodded. It was his fault. Why hadn't he stopped Harry?
He didn't see Dumbledore gesture to both McGonagall and Snape. He was caught in a hug by his head of house outside of the office. It was unlike the old woman. He just stood as she whispered something into his ear.
He nodded, still in the daze that had overtook him when he'd been removed from class.
Harry was gone. Forever. Never coming back. It was his fault. He could see Harry's face through the fog. Glaring at him.
Your fault, he hissed, you killed me.
Ron shook his head. The fog didn't clear and Harry was still there, just out of his reach. He tried to call out to Harry.
I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to!
"I'm sorry."
McGonagall glanced at her student in surprise, Ron was too gone to notice.
"Mr. Weasley, it wasn't your fault-"
"You don't know!" He snapped to attention. She didn't know! It was his fault, his fault Harry was dead.
"It wasn't y-"
Ron suddenly had to fight the urge to put his hands over his ears. "I'm not listening!" He backed away from his professor. "Leave me alone!" He shouted at her.
McGonagall's sad face followed him all the way to the Common Room. She didn't know.
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The Fat Lady gasped in outrage as came sprinting into the hallway and growled out the password.
He ignored her and was met with the bright faces of two first years coming the other way.
Harry was dead. Gone.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Ginny's concerned gaze was set on him. "Ron?"
"He's gone." Ron gasped out.
"Who's gone?" She asked, confused.
"He's gone!" Everyone turned to look at the Weasleys. Ginny's hand was on his arm, trying to calm him down.
"Ron, tell me what's wrong." She said, her voice trembling.
"He's fucking gone!" Ron's anger fled.
It was the first time anyone had seen him cry.
THE END
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Everything turns red
You've never heard them say
I miss you when you're dead
---
"It is with great regret that I inform you young Mr. Potter..."
Ron had tuned out as soon as McGonagall had led him to the Headmaster's office. He took note with a dazed alertness of Snape lurking in the corner, a strange expression on his face, and Dumbledore's sad, old eyes. Ron felt his heart slow down. His mind fogged in a thick cloud, like he was moving through mud, though he was not actually moving at all.
"I am sorry for your loss." Ron nodded. It was his fault. Why hadn't he stopped Harry?
He didn't see Dumbledore gesture to both McGonagall and Snape. He was caught in a hug by his head of house outside of the office. It was unlike the old woman. He just stood as she whispered something into his ear.
He nodded, still in the daze that had overtook him when he'd been removed from class.
Harry was gone. Forever. Never coming back. It was his fault. He could see Harry's face through the fog. Glaring at him.
Your fault, he hissed, you killed me.
Ron shook his head. The fog didn't clear and Harry was still there, just out of his reach. He tried to call out to Harry.
I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to!
"I'm sorry."
McGonagall glanced at her student in surprise, Ron was too gone to notice.
"Mr. Weasley, it wasn't your fault-"
"You don't know!" He snapped to attention. She didn't know! It was his fault, his fault Harry was dead.
"It wasn't y-"
Ron suddenly had to fight the urge to put his hands over his ears. "I'm not listening!" He backed away from his professor. "Leave me alone!" He shouted at her.
McGonagall's sad face followed him all the way to the Common Room. She didn't know.
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The Fat Lady gasped in outrage as came sprinting into the hallway and growled out the password.
He ignored her and was met with the bright faces of two first years coming the other way.
Harry was dead. Gone.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Ginny's concerned gaze was set on him. "Ron?"
"He's gone." Ron gasped out.
"Who's gone?" She asked, confused.
"He's gone!" Everyone turned to look at the Weasleys. Ginny's hand was on his arm, trying to calm him down.
"Ron, tell me what's wrong." She said, her voice trembling.
"He's fucking gone!" Ron's anger fled.
It was the first time anyone had seen him cry.
THE END