I am in the middle of writer's block, and this comes to me! Sorry, not the greatest thing I've written, this is just a very developed thought. Oh, and the scene is sort of dream-like in my head.
They were in the middle of a dark forest. Ron didn't know what had happened, but all he knew was that he needed to find his family. He searched and searched until he came to a clearing. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the moon, he saw the image that would haunt him forever. There were 5 Death Eaters, one holding Hugo, one holding Rosie, and one holding Hermione to the right.
The fourth Death Eater emerged from the shadows and made rope appear from the end of his wand, binding Ron so that he could not move. The fifth Death Eater held Ron. Then, the fouth one slowly pulled out a knife from his pocket, and proceeded towards Hugo.
Of course. These masked demons were not here simply to kill, but to torture him by making him watch the deaths of his family.
The Death Eater at last reached Hugo, and when he heard his little boy's scream, he had to scream along with him, along with Hermione. He thrashed against the Death Eater holding him, but it was no use; it was like he was made of rock. He started sobbing when the boy's limp body fell to the floor.
However, as soon as the Death Eater approched Rosie, he started fighting again. No, no, no, not his Rosie. Not his beautiful little girl, not his first evidence of his and Hermione's love. How dare they destroy his happiness, how dare they make him witness when they light leaves his children's eyes.
Oh, how Rose had her mother's scream. While she screamed, Ron was taken back to a memory where Hermione had screamed like that, had screamed so loud when they tortured her. He struggled to keep his mind in the present, where his daughter too lay on the ground, dead.
Ron cried out, he sobbed, he fought, he looked at the Death Eater now approaching his life. When they killed Hermione, he too would be dead. Her beautiful face was streaked with tears of the children they had lost. She looked Ron in the eyes, and he knew that she was saying that she loved him, even if he did nothing to save his children, did nothing to save her.
Even when Hermione had fallen to the ground, her screams were still playing in Ron's head. The Death Eater approched him with the knife in hand; would he really be doing him the favor of letting him join his family? But alas, he was only approching to cut the ropes. Ron sobbed, and even as they let him free, he continued to sob, until he asked the Death Eater to use his knife, so that he could go tell his children a bedtime story and kiss his wife goodnight.
I know you're probably wondering why I always kill Ron. No? Alright I'll answer anyway. I like seeing Ron sacrificing himself for the people he loves. Sooo yeah, review?