Who Will Be Next
Chapter 2
Who Killed Ron
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything but the plot! If I owned more do you think I would be writing on Fanfiction!
(A/N thanks to Neviwyn and katyz2010 the only people who reviewed my story. you guys are my best friends! lol)
"Harry we need you to tell us how Ron died so we can register his death" Lupin looked down at his best friends son. "Harry did you hear me"
"What.. um.. um.. Yeah". Harry was unsure how to explain "Well there was a loud crack, I suppose that's what woke you all up, anyway, it woke me up and I looked over at Ron" tears where again stinging Harry's eyes "and there was a dark figure and a flash of green light." Molly, Ginny and Hermione where all crying. "I started to yell the death curse at the figure but missed because I didn't have my glasses on. I hit the vase and then the figure disapparated". Mrs Weasley was now crying hysterically.
"Thank-you Harry" Lupin said. Lupin turned to Molly "Don't worry Molly every thing will be alright". He now turned to Tonks "Stay here with them love, be alert!"
"You be careful and come back quickly" Tonks said quietly, Lupin kissed her and disapparated.
Harry turned to leave the grieving family and Hermione
"Where are you going Harry" it was Hermione.
"I…..Im going to" harry went silently
"Your going to do what"
"Im going to leave Hermione, Ron is dead and its all my fault" harry said this more angrily than intended.
"B..but I need you" Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry.
"Get off Hermione if you're not careful you're going to be next" Hermione let go of Harry looking shocked and hurt.
"Im sorry Hermione it's for the best, Voldermort is killing all the people I hold dear, I can't loose you too".
Harry went up the stairs where he and Ron shared a room. He went to the foot of his bed and opened his trunk.
I won't need all this. Harry thought to himself. He grabbed his school bag out of the trunk, threw out all his books, and put all his clothes in. Except for a pair of jeans and a shirt that he would change into.
Harry put his wand in his left pocket, school bag on his shoulders and took one last look around the room. For he will never be here again.
Crack
Harry arrived at his house, Grimmauld place, and he chuckled to himself. There was one strange thing about this Death eater attack. There was no dark mark.
Harry never guessed how easy or fun it would be to kill his best friend.
(A/N did any of you see that coming! I didn't I just wrote down what ever popped in to my head at the time. Hehehehehe. If you want more you have to review xoxoxoxoxoxoxox love tinks)