So?“ said Ron in a very low voice, as though he thought the furniture might be listening in. “Did you find one? Did you get it? A – a Horcrux?”
Harry shook his head. All that had taken place around that black lake seemed like an old nightmare now; had it really happened, and only hours ago?
“You didn’t get it?” said Ron, looking crestfallen. “It wasn’t there?”
“No,” said Harry. “Someone had already taken it and left a fake in its place.”
“Already taken – ?”
Wordlessly, Harry pulled the fake locket from his pocket, opened it, and passed it to Ron. The full story could wait. … It did not matter tonight… nothing mattered except the end, the end of their pointless adventure, the end of Dumbledore’s life…
“R.A.B.,” whispered Ron, “but who was that?
Sorry for this accidental liveblogging of me re-reading the end of HBP for (fic) research purposes, but I couldn’t help myself pointing at this painful irony. So Harry goes to the boys’ dormitories and finds Ron waiting for him the night Dumbledore dies. They are alone. Ron asks about the Horcrux. Harry and Ron briefly talk about the locket. Harry shows Ron the fake locket. They are alone. Hermione isn’t there.
Do you… do you see something funny here? Something related perhaps to how this scene played out in the movies? Should I be thankful that Harry and Hermione were in a tower instead of sharing Harry’s bed while discussing this? Are the reasons for my utter hatred towards Steve Kloves clear enough? Could he have been any more obvious??
ETA: AND HERE’S ANOTHER THING
As he had hoped, Ron was waiting for him, still fully dressed, sitting on his bed.
Harry James Potter hoped that Ronald Bilius Weasley would be waiting up for him because even though he felt like shit and didn’t want to think or talk about what had just happened, he still needed to have a word alone with his bEST FRIEND.
THE END.
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