He could remember his life. Parts of it at least. It would come to him in flashes and dissapears in seconds.
He didn't know how he had died either. That was all a blur to him. But, as Nearly headless Nick might say, life is not important in death unless food is concerned.
Ron never really understood that.
Maybe it was because he hadn't been dead as long. Or maybe it was because it was not death he missed.
"Hermione." he whispered to her like a song. She did not hear. she was occupied.
She was occupied with Him.
She was occupied with Harry.
Harry always got everything.
Ron sighed, and told himself that he should not be so resentful.
Ron was tired of not being resentful.
He was tired of Harry.
But then again, he was dead.
Hermione kissed Harry. Ron turned away. He was glad ghosts could not cry.
"How did I die?" He asked the couple. No response, as usaul. They did not hear him. He wasn't even a real ghost. Just some aimless spirit.
Realization hit Ron. "I died for you. For you!" he pointed at Hermione.
"How do you reward me?! Tell me, Dammit! No? Don't wanna say it? I'll tell you how! You make kissies with Harry! I see you're really mourning, Hermione! I died for you! Oh God help me, I loved you." Ron collasped to a heap up emotions on the floor. This shocked him, to be able to do something so psychical. Was he still alive? No, of ourse not.
"Don't you miss me, Harry? How long have I been died now? A day? A week? A month? A whole freaking century!? Tell me, God dammit. Answer me! For the love of God answer me!"
No answer came.
No answer ever came.
Just the void.
The void of the dead.
"Do you still remember how I died hermione? Voldie tried to kill you! I had to push you out of his way! Harry could have saved you and himself! But did he! No! he was too damn fascinated with killing Peter Pettigrew! He doesn't care about you! Only revenge! Is this his revenge on me for being the hero at last? Stealing you away from me." Ron stopped for a moment.
"No, you were never mine to have. i could never have you in life or in death. Good luck, Hermione. Good luck." Ron walked away.
He walked through heaven's doors.
And he was content.
He didn't know how he had died either. That was all a blur to him. But, as Nearly headless Nick might say, life is not important in death unless food is concerned.
Ron never really understood that.
Maybe it was because he hadn't been dead as long. Or maybe it was because it was not death he missed.
"Hermione." he whispered to her like a song. She did not hear. she was occupied.
She was occupied with Him.
She was occupied with Harry.
Harry always got everything.
Ron sighed, and told himself that he should not be so resentful.
Ron was tired of not being resentful.
He was tired of Harry.
But then again, he was dead.
Hermione kissed Harry. Ron turned away. He was glad ghosts could not cry.
"How did I die?" He asked the couple. No response, as usaul. They did not hear him. He wasn't even a real ghost. Just some aimless spirit.
Realization hit Ron. "I died for you. For you!" he pointed at Hermione.
"How do you reward me?! Tell me, Dammit! No? Don't wanna say it? I'll tell you how! You make kissies with Harry! I see you're really mourning, Hermione! I died for you! Oh God help me, I loved you." Ron collasped to a heap up emotions on the floor. This shocked him, to be able to do something so psychical. Was he still alive? No, of ourse not.
"Don't you miss me, Harry? How long have I been died now? A day? A week? A month? A whole freaking century!? Tell me, God dammit. Answer me! For the love of God answer me!"
No answer came.
No answer ever came.
Just the void.
The void of the dead.
"Do you still remember how I died hermione? Voldie tried to kill you! I had to push you out of his way! Harry could have saved you and himself! But did he! No! he was too damn fascinated with killing Peter Pettigrew! He doesn't care about you! Only revenge! Is this his revenge on me for being the hero at last? Stealing you away from me." Ron stopped for a moment.
"No, you were never mine to have. i could never have you in life or in death. Good luck, Hermione. Good luck." Ron walked away.
He walked through heaven's doors.
And he was content.