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Rating: T

Genre: Drama/ Romance

To Die or Not to Die: The Story of an Accidental Suicide

By: DeliciousNewYork

The color was definitely wrong, not anywhere near what was described in the thick volume of Purposeful Potions. Potions was not something Ronald Weasley excelled at. At eighteen years old knowing how to make a potion properly was suddenly incredibly important. Now, making a potion for something real, as opposed to petty potions for school, Ron wished he had paid a little more attention in class.

"Who woulda thought the destruction of the world as we know it would come down to me making a potion?" It was an exaggeration, to be sure. But alas, it was still certainly a very important endeavor, brewing this potion, for once drunk the capacity of the drinker's life would increase. The drinker would be able to remember things better, understand better, think faster, etc. etc. etc. it was still in it's trial few runs, to be sure, there were definitely some nasty side affects gossiped about and some argument about being able to have the increase really was beneficial, but that was why Ron was making it now, as his part, he would make it, drink it and see how it helped or hindered him and from this information they would decide whether it would be helpful to Harry in his battling of the dark lord.

At some point, one would think that due to the glue-like consistency of the potion or the fact that the book said it was supposed to be a deep red color and it turned out a burnt yellow color that Ron would have thought, Hmm maybe I should dump this and start over because by consuming it I could, essentially die, but Ron did not have this thought and instead downed a glass of the concoction sputtering and choking at the rotten-egg-esque flavor.

A few seconds past and nothing happened. It was several minutes before he decided to open his mouth to call for his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, who was asleep in the other room.

"Hey Hermione, come here," Came out this long whistle/howling sound and as Ron took a step towards the door he realized that he had left something behind him, his body.