Just a oneshot I thought of :) Enjoy!
"Ron!" She runs out after him, shouting. Even though she chose staying with me over leaving with him, it's clear there's no competition. The shouting gets more and more desperate. I know he must be gone, because even he isn't so cold hearted as to ignore the sounds she's making now.
The raw pain that she it radiating cuts through me like a knife, and I wonder at how Ron doesn't see her love for him. Everyone else does.
Her shouts turn to sobs and screams, and I know if I dared to glance outside the tent I would see her like I'd never seen her before, so open I'd be able to see her heart, or rather, the shattered pieces of it.
I'm too scared to venture out, scared that she won't be able to control her magic and will take it out on me. The screams grow maniacal, and I hear her running, attacking the world around her. Love turns to hate so quickly, desperation being the tie.
Suddenly, the screaming stops, and I hear a few quiet sobs before the silence swallows my world, that has changed so dramatically in under an hour.
And then I realize I should have gone out after her. I shouldn't have left someone that broken alone. Now that the silence has fallen, I know I'm too late. I throw open the tent to confirm my fears, then close it quickly. I pack and apparate away.
There's no one to leave behind.
So you could interpret that in multiple ways...review!