A blood curdling scream reached his ears.
He whipped his head around frantically, trying to get to her, but he was bound and gagged. The walls around him were stone and bare, and he could hardly see.
Another scream. He tried to answer, tried to get to her in some way, but his throat wouldn't work, and no sound came out. His arms were bound and his legs were broken and he couldn't get to her.
He had to. She was what mattered to him, the only thing that had gotten him through this bloody war. Another scream. It was his name now, "Ron! Ron!" His hands were shaking and he was sweating through his clothes.
She had done so much, put up with so much, and he couldn't even save her. Not like he promised…
The screams were getting louder and more frequent. He tried harder and harder, twisting against his bindings, his wrists rubbing raw and bloody. It didn't matter. She mattered. One final scream, wrenching and agonizing, and suddenly he felt his heart stop, just as hers had.