“HARRY!! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!”  Ron cried and cried.  Hermoine patted Ron’s shoulder but even she couldn’t help but think this was a nightmare.
 “Ron, he’s- he’s dead.” Ginny was the one who spoke. But no one knew her own grief. She was Harry’s fiancée. She was to be married to the boy who lay dead in front of her.
 “NO! NO! NO! You are wrong. He can’t. He just can’t.” Ron pleaded but he knew the truth and was already crying.