AVADA KEDAVRA

AVADA KEDAVRA

He left his flat leaving his coat behind. He cringed against the rain, but he knew what he had to do. He pressed on, leaving no trace of him ever being there. His hand raised involuntarily to his head to stop some of the pounding rain from hurting his scalp. It proved to be futile. He whipped his hair sideways, trying to rid it of the inferior substance. His walk sped. He worked his legs into a wee bit of a trot, and then a jog. He ended up sprinting the rest of the distance up to another flat. He raised his hand as if to knock, but brought it back down to his side. Why was he doing this? He didn't have to. He never had to forgive his friend. He could care less if this guy rotted in the place of the devil. But he was still his best friend. And his friend HAD to be suffering as much as he was. He HAD to. It was impossible for him not to. So he raised his hand and rapped, not hard, but firmly. He heard footsteps pattering to the door, and his friend opened the door as far as the chain would let him. Then he closed the door again to unhook the chain. This time the large slab of wood swung open all the way, and his shorter friend looked at him intently, his eyes begging for forgiveness. Then he spoke. "Ron."

"Harry." Ron's wet hair still dripped with rain.

"I'm sorry, Mate." Ron tensed up at the word Mate. He didn't like being referred to as Harry's mate right now.

"I can't forgive you for what you did. But I can maybe understand why. And I'll try, Harry. I'll try." Harry put his water aside, and invited Ron in.

"Thanks, Ron. And I truly am sorry. I had to. I don't know why, but I had to. I had to save myself. Maybe I got more of Voldemort's traits than I thought. It was selfish, and I don't know what came over me." Tears shimmered in Harry's eyes as Ron wrapped his friend in a bear hug. The best friends went over and sat on the couch to watch Harry's Muggle Fellovision. They watched hockey, actually Hockey Night in Canada. Harry had gotten cable from Canada...hey, he WAS the youngest wizard with over a million galleons! It was the Stanley Cup Playoff final, seventh game, sudden death overtime. The teams were the Toronto Maple Leafs and The Colorado Avalanche. The wizards listen to the commentary closely, "The score is 1-1. Colorado on a power play, and Peter Forsberg on a breakaway. SLAP SHOT! Looks like it's going in. Can Eddy Belfour stop it? Yes, he can. He deflects the puck to Travis Green. Green passes to Sundin. Sundin takes it up. He shoots, misses, back to Green. GREEN SCORES! Toronto wins the Stanley cup for the first time in THIRTY YEARS!" Harry and Ron spilled popcorn and drinks as they cheered for their former colony. Harry reached for the remote and turned the Fellovision off after the cup ceremony.

"Listen Harry. I think I understand what was wrong with you."

"No. You don't. I did it because I was being selfish. I was willing to sacrifice another human's life instead of taking the spell myself!" Harry looked ready to kill himself.

"Harry. It's okay. She wouldn't have wanted you to tear yourself apart like this. I have to go. But I'll come back tomorrow okay? Everything will be okay." Ron went to the front door and grabbed his coat. Harry swallowed an nodded as Ron left.

*

Harry walked slowly to the drawer and pulled out something metal. It shined in the moonlight, as Harry cried loud hoarse coughs.

*

Ron left his house the next day to go to Harry's. It wasn't raining anymore, and the morning sun had dried up most of the rain from yesterday. Ron came up to Harry's house and let himself in. He saw Harry on the floor, dead. He had a gun about an inch from his hand, and blood covering his temple and a small area on the floor. Ron yelled and ran toward his friend. He grabbed his hand, and felt a paper inside of it. Ron un-crumpled it and read it:

I did it because I killed her. I'm sorry. ~Harry.

Ron shook his head and cried. All this because he pulled Hermione in front of him to cover an Avada Kedavra. Ron just cried harder. He had two best friends dead now. There was nothing left but to kill himself. He grabbed the gun from the floor and raised it to his head. He pulled the trigger, and died.

TWO YEARS LATER:

Ginny Weasley walked along the rows in the cemetery. She was looking for something in particular, an old friend...but all she found were three small graves all in a row that read:

HERE LIES:

Hermione Granger.

Beloved Friend, Student, Daughter, and fiancée.

Born: August 12, 1982

Died: August 12, 2001

AVADA KEDAVRAED

The one next said:

HERE LIES:

Harry Potter

Beloved Friend, Student, boyfriend, and son/brother to the Weasleys.

Born: July 31, 1982

Died: September 13, 2001

SHOT IN THE HEAD, SUICIDE

The last grave read:

HERE LIES:

Ronald Weasley

Beloved Friend, Student, fiancé, son, and brother.

Born: July 14, 1982

Died: September 14, 2001

SHOT IN THE HEAD, SUICIDE

So...Ginny thought Ron and Hermione were engaged. And he killed himself. Ginny cried. She raised her wand to her temple, "Avada Kedavra."