Funeral

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TW ⚠️Suicide, if you are uncomfortable with the subject I highly recommend you to stop reading.

I quickly collected myself and ran down to the ground. I slowly approached their body's laying on the ground. I couldn't believe what I just did, how could I have done that. I wanted nothing more than to go back to bed and pretend nothing happened, that I could wake up from this nightmare and Ron would be their to calm me down, but no matter how much I wanted that it wasn't gonna happen.

Ron and Lavender are dead. I killed them. I don't know how to explain this to anybody. The only person who loved me unconditionally is gone. And it's absolutely all my fault. I bent down to Ron's level as a tear rolled down my cheek. I went to touch him but quickly moved my hands away, scared I was gonna make it worse. "Ron, it was an accident. I'm so sorry" I cried beginning to softly rub his face.

Time skip
It's been a month since the incident. They passed their deaths off as an accident. The story was, they were hooking up at the tower drunk and lost their balance. I didn't dare come forward. I couldn't, well at least at this very moment. I had to do a couple things before I could admit to what happened that day.

Along with me lying about what I did I was getting all this attention that I didn't deserve. It wasn't all good either, a lot of it was "I can't believe he was seeing someone else". I couldn't handle the "I'm sorry for your loss, I know he loved you alot" ones. Whenever anyone said that to me I would start crying. Everyone knows how much I love Ron so I was put on 'watch' is what they called it.

They basically took turns looking after me which just made me feel worse for multiple reasons. Reason number one, I did it, sure it was an accident but they were looking after me when I was the one who caused all this. And number two they were putting their own grief aside to make sure I was ok.

Today was Ron's funeral, however they weren't burying him today. I don't know how I'm gonna get through an entire day with his family crying and not say something. I did it. I should have said something. Everybody's at the burrow right now getting ready. They wanted me to go before the funeral as well but I shouldn't be aloud to step foot in that place again. I shouldn't be aloud at the funeral either but if I didn't go they would have guessed something was wrong and it's not time to tell everyone yet, after the funeral. That's when I'll do it.

I put on a middle length black dress with long sleeves. I looked in the mirror of my dorm room and saw a picture of me and Ron from 3rd year. I was on his back holding sparklers for the fourth of July. We were having a great time. I couldn't help but let tears fall as I remembered what I had done.

I looked at the clock and saw I had to get going. It started in 30 minutes. I quickly wiped my face and grabbed the picture to take with me. I rushed there using floo powder. Once I was outside of the Weasley's home it all became so real. He was really gone. He isn't coming back. And I have no one but myself to blame.

I slowly walked to the front door knocking very softly, a part of me hoped no one would answer. That they would figure out what I did themselves so I didn't have to tell them, but Charlie came to open the door. Completely dressed in black from head to toe. He had on a dark black button up shirt with a charcoal grey tie and a dark black blazer. He was wearing black dress shoes with black socks.

Once he saw it was me his face went from total sadness to pity. Pity I didn't deserve, I smile sadly to keep from breaking down again. Without a word he grabs my arm and pulls me into a tight hug. I hugged him back knowing I should just leave right here but I needed this. Charlie meant a lot to me but more importantly meant a lot to Ron so to see him like this crushed me, but I knew this was just the calm before the storm.

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