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January 20th

Its ok Ginny no one saw you. They were all asleep, no one saw you go in there or

come out Ginny Weasley thought to herself as she scurried off back to her dorm.

Ginny Weasley was fed up. Fed up of the way she couldn't even look at a boy

without her dung head brother throwing a strop and forbidding her to date a guy

until she wasmarried. Its bad enough having a mother who thinks you're a 15 year old

slapper, but when your own brother thinks youre screwing his best mate in your

free periods that really does just take the bloomin biscuit.

It won't be long now she thought to herself again. She jumped into bed and pulled

the covers over herself. She wondered what kind of affects it would be making at

that moment, and whether or not he would be close to death by now. She hoped

silently that he would die quietly, as to not disturb any one and attract

attention to his dying self.

She didn't know if she could ever face Harry again after this. After all, they

were best friends. With Hermione it was different, they had discussed the matter

many times and decided maybe killing Ron off really was just for the best. But

then again, Hermione was under the influence of 13 glasses of fire whiskey and

some very strong magical equivalent of marijuana when she said it. But that

didn't matter now. It was done, and that was all that mattered.

She was glad she didn't have to see his face before she did it. As she didn't even

bother to pull back the curtains on his four poster. She just let it loose and

that was it. That was the last thing.

All of a sudden Ginny heard a scream. Her heart pounded in her chest. Everyone

around her was waking up and making their way sleepily out of the dorm to see

what all the commotion was.

"NO!"

Ginny heard a penetrating scream erupt from the boys dorms. Someone must have

found his lifeless body and was now mourning over the loss of Ronald Weasley.

But nothing could have prepared her for what she saw next.

Out of the dorm emerged a large figure carrying a smaller figure in their arms.

Ron was carrying...

-HARRY!

Oh my goodness Ron, what the hell happened? Ginny gasped, feeling sick arise in

her throat.

"He's dead Ginny! I found him, DEAD!" Suddenly, before any one could even attempt

to catch them, Ron was tumbling down the stairs. He must have slipped and as he

fell he banged his head sharply on the banister of the stair case.

He lay lifelessly by the bottom of the stairs. Everyone just staring at the two

best friends, the boy who lived and his mascot, in each others arms, both dead

as a door knob.

Of course this wasnt exactly what Ginny had intended, or what she had planned,

but then again, now both of them were dead.

Yep, life for Ginny Weasley was good.

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