Dripping
Drip, drip, drip...
Thick droplets of blood dripped from unfeeling fingers – numb with cold.
A young woman stared at her hands in shock – struggling to comprehend the despairing reality of her current situation – her always so brilliant mind for once working uncharacteristically slow.
What?
There was a body in front of her – a male one – spluttering, merely choking on mouthfuls of the vital air. Wasn't there something familiar about him?
Ron?
Moving her dazed gaze a few painful inches higher, the paralyzed woman caught sight of the man's flaming red hair, now soaked with mud and plastered to his all too pale face.
No... No!
Wands lay forgotten in a puddle of mud to the side as blind panic swelled, spreading from her heart, taking over all bodily functions.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...
With a jolt the woman regained control over her arms - surging forward, clutching at the gaping wound in her beloved's stomack with both hands, but it was no more effective than holding onto gallons of water with your bare hands.
Useless...
Hopeless.
And as his body drew it's last breath of air, a desperate plea of help left his love's soft lips, drowned out by the cascades of cool water surging from the dark sky above, washing all the redness away.
AN: Written for the One Word Prompt Competition – Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges Forum.
Prompt: Water
My first angsty/tragic written thing. This is exactly the sort of thing I would not like to read, but I certainly did enjoy writing it :P