Noronbashing Stories

"Have you not seen him? I mean, he doesn't even have to comb his hair and it looks perfect. It's not fair." It could mean anything, really. But a weird inkling made Ron turn around slowly, watching Malfoy and Parkinson sitting down... ~ When Ron overhears a peculiar conversation that could basically only mean one thing, he is clueless how to handle it. Not that it really matters. Harry would never return these... sentiments. Right?

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!!ON HIATUS!! Harriet. A kind -yet cold and standoff-ish- girl that just finished living through a war. She stands a top the rumble, wand on her temple. "Avada Kedavra." She muttered. Reason for this? Her brother in all but blood, Fred died. Her dearest uncle, Remus, died. Her godson, Teddy, died at the hands of a rogue Deatheater. Her other brother, George? His suicide note in her hand. Ron and Hermione? Missing. Neville, her dearest God brother. Missing. She couldn't take it. Hence. She now lay breathless on the floor. Wand still in hand. Watch her conversation with death and the life that ensues.