When the Dark Lord Destroyed Everything

Ron awoke in his bed. It was still too early, so nobody else was awake. He sat on his bed and looked at where Harry was sleeping. Harry had suffered a lot last year. His godfather had died. Ron wondered if he could do anything to help him. Basically he just wanted to hug and kiss him telling him nice things. However he knew it wasn't possible. Harry was straight and Ron knew that if he tried something with his best friend, all their friendship would be ruined. Harry sighed.

"Oh dear, he looks so cute when he's sleeping." Ron thought. "Hermione told me to tell him the truth, but after all those troubles at the Ministry of Magic, I haven't got he chance. Why me? Why do I have to be gay?"

Some light was entering to the room by the window. Maybe it was time to get ready for breakfast. Ron stood up and walked to the bathroom. He had a shower, and put his cloak on. He looked himself in the mirror and noticed his red hair was messy. He passed his hand on his hair, and smiled at his reflection on the mirror. It had been hard for Ron telling Hermione he was gay, however he did it. Hermione couldn't believe what she heard then.

"But... I thought you fancied me!" Hermione said. "It's just that you can't be gay!"

"Well, most of time, Hermione, I was faking. I needed Harry to believe I was straight. However, my feelings for him have become intolerable. I just have dreams with him every night, and I'm afraid that he might hear me saying his name when I'm sleeping," Ron replied.

"It's just that...I don't know what to say, Ron...I've never had a gay friend before..." Hermione sighed, and winked at him. "I'm sure that you'll find a way to tell him the truth".

Ron had thought that the best moment was after the O.W.L.S ended, however the death of Sirius crossed his way. Well, no matter now. He went out of the bathroom and saw that all his room mates were already awake. Ron sat on his bed again and waited the exact moment for telling Harry the truth. In just some minutes, Harry and Ron were alone.

"Harry, I've got to tell you something."

"All right then, tell me. You know that no matter what it is I will support you," Harry answered, smiling.

Ron stared at Harry's green eyes and saw that they're beautiful.

"Harry, you know that since we met, we've been very close, sort like brothers. Well, I just realized that I feel something more for you than friendship. Every time I listen to your voice, I have a warm feeling inside me. Every time I see your green coloured eyes, I just want to get lost in them." Ron took a deep breath and got closer to Harry. "Every time you smile at me, I forget all my problems. I forget all the insults that motherfucker Malfoy throws at me. When you're silent in Professor Snape's class, I just wonder what's going through your mind at that exact moment." Ron sighed and his eyes watered. "The thing is, that I love you Harry. I love you with all my heart."

Harry just remained silent. He didn't know what to say. He was in shock. Ron began to cry in silence, watching at Harry's reaction.

"Why did I tell him? Just look at yourself Ronald Weasley. You're crying for a guy. For God's sake, how bloody pathetic you've become." Ron thought, however he suddenly realized that he did want to cry. He wanted to run away from Harry. Ron was blushed and looked like a tomato, even his eyes were red. "Perhaps if I get close to him, he'll kiss me or something."

Ron got a little bit closer to Harry. He stretched his hand and placed it on Harry's shoulder. Harry was cold.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you what I felt..." Ron said, but suddenly fell silent. Ron felt like if Grawp had hit him in the chest. Harry had just punched Ron.

"Don't even dare talking to me again, you fucking gay. If you get close to me I'll punch you until you die, got it? Or do you need me to curse you?" Harry said.

Ron remained silent, and saw how Harry left the room. His heart was broken; he knew that the boy who lived was something impossible for him, especially if it involved gay relationships. Ron coughed and he felt how tears crossed down his face.

He stood up with difficulty and realized that he needed to explain things to Harry. He had been very stupid thinking that Harry could be gay. He ran out of the room and left Gryffindor Tower. The Fat Lady looked at him, but Ron didn't care. He had to find Harry.

He ran through the corridors, up and down the stairs, he went to the library, and to the boys' lavatories, but he didn't find Harry anywhere. Ron stopped running and saw something that wasn't usually there. There was a big oak door in the second floor. He went near to it and pushed it open. The air was cold and a strange scent was in the air. Then he saw something horrible. Filch was tied up in the floor, he was bleeding. Ron suddenly realized what was happening. Voldemort was inside Hogwarts, but how? He had to warn Harry and Dumbledore. A sinister laugh invaded the air.

"So, you're gay, aren't you Weasley?" Voldemort said.

Ron turned against him and unfolded his wand.

"Want to play to be a nice straight boy?" Voldemort laughed again. "It's such a shame that you are going to be in my warning. People will know that Hogwarts is no longer safe."

Ron saw a green light coming to him. He just suddenly felt nothing. He had failed. He had failed to Harry and Dumbledore. Everything would have been so different if he hadn't told his best friend he was gay. Absolutely everything...