Harry stood there shocked by what he had just heard. His mouth was dry and his mind was blank.
"Ron," he choked out, unable to think of anything else to say.
Ron opened his mouth, but was unable to say anything to his now paper-white best friend. A lump rose in his throat and he turned away, down the path Ginny had just wheeled herself down moments before.
"Ron!" Harry called out as he began to follow, but Ron didn't respond. He just kept running. Unsure of where he was going. Unsure of everything that was flipping his life upside-down. Everything that had seemed so surreal, so wrong, suddenly became real-life for the youngest Weasley boy at that moment. Burning tears stung his face as he continued his flight down the corridor. Now he knew where he was running. Away. Away from everything and everyone. He just wanted it all to go away. He wanted to be lost.
Faces flashed by him as he hurtled through the castle. He barely even saw them through the haze that was gathering at the corners of his brain. He burst through the front doors into the blinding light. He strode across the grounds coming to a stop under the beech tree by the lake. A second later Ron had caught up with him. "Why the heck didn't you tell me" Harry shouted at his best friend. "Because…Because…" Ron tried to speak but that was all he could manage. "Because" said a voice that had just come around the castle. It was Ginny. "Because you don't need to know everything that happens in our family". She wheeled herself back into the castle.
Harry looked dumbly at the spot where Ginny had just been moments before, then stared at Ron, expecting him to say something. Ron wished he wouldn't. He hated Harry. Harry was always there, invading his home and his space. Harry had robbed of him his time with his own family. Harry's parents had been dead for a long time, couldn't he deal with that? When would he just stop being there all the time? Ron knew his parents had always liked Harry better than him, but now, the thought was too much.
Madam Pomfrey returned the next day and for once Ginny was slightly glad. Madam Pomfrey healed Ginny as fast as lighting but still wished she stayed overnight. Ron stayed with Ginny only so he could get away from Harry. Anytime Harry's face appeared in Ron's mind he shook with anger. Ron was so angry a terrible piercing thought came to his mind. I'm sick of being here sick of being alive.
Just do it said a voice in his head You know there will be one there. But then the good voice popped in his head. Don't do that you idiot you will kill yourself .It said. But Ron had made up his mind.
"Ron, Ron," said Ginny looking worried because face was steadily turning the reader. At that moment, Ron ran from the Hospital wing as fast as he could. "RON!" Ginny screamed as tears poured down her face. She tour out of the Hospital wing up to the Gryffindor common room. "Harry," Ginny screamed as she entered the tower. "What do you want?" Harry said rather rudely. "It's Ron," Ginny said sounding very afraid. "He ran out of the Hospital wing looking angry enough to kill," she finished.
"Listen Ginny," said Harry still in that rather offensive voice. "I don't care about Ron. He's a stupid back-stabbing, jealous, no-good friend," Harry said. "Harry!" Ginny screamed as she shook him violently. "We have to find him." "If you insist," Harry said sounding rather upset. Taking as much time as he could, Harry went to grab the Marauders Map. "He's on the seventh floor," Harry said rather boredly. "In the Room of Requirement." "Come on," said Ginny. "Let's go," she said as she dragged Harry along.
She was now rather annoyed with Harry considering he was so calm and this was not a something to be calm about. She ran as fast as she could but that was rather hard considering she was dragging Harry along. They reached the seventh floor and Ginny spotted the Room of Requirement. Ron hadn't bothered to lock the door so Harry and Ginny burst through the door and saw quite a disturbing site.
Ron was standing in the middle of this pitch black room with a knife that was at least 28 inches long. Ron held this knife just an inch away from his throat. "RON! NO!!!!" Ginny yelled as tears ran down her face. It was just then that Harry jumped forward and knocked the knife from Ron's cold, deadly hands. But Harry was just a bit late. Just the littlest second before he had knocked it out of Ron's hands, he had just enough time to make a slit across his throat.