Too Much

A/N: I HATE death fics with a passion but i\'ve decided to try my hand at one just to get it out of my system. I know this makes me a bit of a hypocrite but what can i say i was strucked with inspiration. This is not beta\'d or even done with spell check. Why? Because if i did that then that would mean this fic meant something more than curiousness - it doesn\'t. I apologize in advance for my horrid spelling and lack of capitalizing the i\'s.

The war was over.

It had been 13 hours, 42 minutes, and 17 seconds since the death of the Dark Lord. Ron Weasley stared up, staring at nothing in particular as he laid on Gryffindor sheets in the dorm he shared with 3 other boys.

With a sigh, he couldn\'t sleep and he knew he wouldn\'t be able to. Sitting up, making sure not to aggrivate his already mended ribs, he slipped from his bed and padded to his best mate\'s - Harry Potter. The same Harry Potter who saved the Wizarding World.

Opening the Gryffindor red curtains he was puzzled as to why Harry wasn\'t resting just like Madame Pomfrey had ordered.

Out of curiousness he made his way to the foot of the bed where he knew Harry\'s trunck rested. Opening it he dug around until he found the Map he had been searching for. Unfolding it he took it back to his bed where he retrieved his wand from where it was hidden under his pillow.

Saying the appropriate words he searched for his best mate. His eyebrows raised when he noticed Harry\'s dot in the Astronomy tower. Questions spead through his head: Maybe he needed some air? Maybe he\'s waiting up for someone? As he was about to refold the map he saw as the little dot paced back and forth before it stopped in front of the window.

Unsure of what to make of it he watched as the dot raised up, as if standing on where the window was supposed too be. \"Harry?\" His breath hitched as he saw as the red dot, drop. Eyes widening from the implication of what he saw, Ron couldn\'t breath, he was hyperventalating.

The red dot with Harry\'s name stilled, on the ground before it faded into nothing but old parchment. \"Harry!\" Ron shouted in both fear and disbelief. His shout roused his dormates.

Tears streammed down his face; This wasn\'t true? Just a trick! Dropping the map he ran from the room needing to do something.

There was no way in hell his best mate - Harry Potter - is, is dead!

But when there\'s a will, there\'s a way.

THE END!!!

A/N: That\'s it. I refuse to edit this or whatever and feel free to bad mouth it.