Affects Us All

A death affects us all. No matter who you are, you are still affected. Ron's death affected us all. Or at least everyone I knew, especially me. I needed him.

But he had to go and fall off his broom while playing the sport he loved the most. He had fallen many of times before and someone had always been there to catch him. Only this time, no one was there. I don't think that I will ever look at Qudditch the same way ever again.

He was my best friend and now he is gone, never to return. I never even got to tell him goodbye.

I think that Fred feels the worst about what happened. After all, he was the one that hit the Bludger that caused Ron to fall over a hundred feet.

No one saw it coming. Ginny was the first to land and rush over to his lifeless body. The doctor said that he had broken his neck from the fall and that is what caused his death. I was the second to land, but as soon as I saw his red head not moving, I stopped. I couldn't go over to him.

Ron how could you do this to me?! He was more than just a best friend to me, he was like a brother. When we met for the first time on the train to Hogwarts, I knew that our friendship would last forever. But since there is no such thing as forever...

Now that I am sitting here in this compartment with Hermione and Ginny next to me; I think of all the good times that we had together and all the good times that we were 'supposed' to have this year. If only I hadn't suggested that we should go outside and practice. I knew how much you wanted to be on the team this year. I would have quit the team already, but I told myself that Ron wouldn't have wanted me to quit on his account.

I can hear Hermione calling my name, trying to get my attention, but I ignore her. I would rather sit here and think about all the things that I am gonna miss about Ron. I think it is his temper that I will miss the most. He always was a hothead! He could never keep it under control. Especially when Malfoy was around making his snide comments all the time.

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Now that I listen to Hermione, she isn't calling out MY name, she is calling out Ron's. Trying to get HIS attention! 'What the hell is going on?' I ask myself. That is when I looked to my right and I saw Ron sitting there. How can this be?!

"What is going on? I asked them, but nobody answered me. It was like I wasn't even there. I tried calling out their names, but I got no response from any of them.

When I heard Ron say, "I really miss him." Did it finally dawn on me as to what had happened. But how could it be true?

I thought back to the Quidditch game. It wasn't red hair that I had seen lying on the ground, it was a person with red robes and black hair. And they looked like the same red quidditch robes that I owned and that I had worn that day! How can this be possible? How can I still be here if I am dead? So many questions but no answers. What am I supposed to do? How can this happen to me?

But like I have said before, death affects us all...