Harry was unsurprised to find Ron in his room, though he wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. Newspapers - checking for deaths? But those looked like Muggle newspapers, and if Crouch were going to advertise anyone's death, it'd be in the Prophet. So far, though, he seemed to be keeping this game rather private.
Well, it was a game to him. It wasn't a game to Harry.
"He wasn't bluffing," he said, a little frustrated frown on his face, and he irritably brushed his hair back from his forehead. "He killed one. Not George, but-"
He hesitated about showing Ron the actual journal entry, since the picture was awful; Harry was fairly sure the body was going to show up in his nightmares. Hell, it was already haunting him. "We have to do something."