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Disclaimer: Gladly, we own all of the Harry Potter series and this plot, but sadly not the characters or setting

Ron sat in the corridor shivering with fear. He was at a dead end and there was no where to turn. He knew his life was near its end. Ron watched the deep green eyes of his attacker tighten into a fixated glare as he was slowly corned. All of a sudden, his predator pounced upon him, sinking its sharp teeth into the side of his snow white neck. Ron placed his shaking hand upon the bite only to feel warm, sticky blood flowing from the wound, refusing to believe what just happened. His eyesight grew blurry, his head was pounding and he saw the room slowly fade into blackness.

30 minutes later, Harry, who had been desperately searching Hogwarts for his best friend, walked into one of the last corridors to be searched. He looked around, trying to see in the dimness of the corridor, his hope nearly gone. All of a sudden, he saw a bundle of black robes on the ground. He leaned down to pick them up, when he realized…IT WAS RON!

"Ron!" Harry said fearing the worst. Ron was extremely pale, his flame red hair standing out in start comparison. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and his breathing was short and heavy. Harry gently lifted Ron's head and said,

"Ron, please, answer me Ron!"

Ron was twitching uncontrollably now; Harry knew Ron's last moment was coming.

Then, Ron's green eyes snapped wide open.

"Damn Crookshanks!" Ron shouted, his voice hoarse and desperate.

And then, in the blink of an eye, Ronald Weasly died in the arms of his best friend.

"NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed with agony. He sunk down to his knees in despair, struggling to accept the fact that he had just lost his first friend.

"Wait, Crookshanks?" Harry with sudden confusion. Struggling to stay strong, Harry asked himself,

"Why would Ron's last words be…" and then Harry saw a sight he'd never expect to see. Crookshanks, Hermione's cat was sitting about 2 feet away from Ron's collapsed form, silently licking blood off of its paws. Harry started to scream; he picked up Crookshanks and dropped the squirming feline into the fire of a wall torch. Crookshanks shrieked with agony as he jumped out of the flame and ran down the hall. The last Harry saw of Crookshanks, was a ball of fire streaking down the corridor trying to escape the inevitable.

The next day, Harry and Hermione held a funeral for their friend Ron and Hermione's cat Crookshanks, in the pumpkin patch of Hagrid's house. Harry and Hermione were forever changed. The entire school grieved over the loss of a dear student and friend, and the corridors were silent for at least a week.