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There was a look on his face; half desperation and half anger. He had never thought his world would end like this. This being a literal hell on earth with people screaming, the grounds exploding in fire, and air filled with blood. There was no where in the universe that was at peace at the moment.
Wars come and go and yet the world was still suppose to spin. Yet with Magic's Avatar gone, the world was descending into death. Magic was retreating, abandoning the world and with it, science was failing. Apparently, there was more to the yin/yang process then just light and dark. There was also magic and science. When one goes, so does the other. And so earth was dieing and with it so were the people.
Billions were dead and Billions more had yet to die. And as it was told in revelation, the plagues of torment descended upon them leaving most of the world crazed with hunger, insanity, and violence.
Only those who had once been under the Avatar's protection were left from the madness. Perhaps it was to be a gift but without having gone mad and left to witness the end of days, it seemed a curse instead.
"You can't do this. You can't die. You can't…", he paused as tears came to his eyes, "leave me." His voice whimpering with dread. "I won't let you do this to me."
She just smiled softly at him, bringing her broken hands up to his face, swiping his cheeks from the tears which rolled down.
"I'm sorry.", she rasped from below him. "I wish that I could stay with you. I wish I could have took you away from all of this."
"Liar", he whispered. "You would still have fought. If it was a choice between running away or fighting, the answer will always be the same."
She chuckled, blood spraying from her mouth. "No, Ron. If it was the world or you, I would always choose you.", she said with a struggling breath. There was something in her eyes, flickering with great happiness. "It's always been you."
His heart stopped beating for a moment hearing those blasted words. Those words which he knew showed her true feelings. After her family had been wiped out, she had stopped saying the words 'I love you.' and broken up with him. For the past decade, there had been a separation between them. She was still civil but that was all. And now…
He smiled, "It's always been you too, Hermione."
She gasped, "Ron. I…I can save you."
He cried, knowing that she was struggling to speak and any second now, she would be gone. He knelt before her broken form, taking her in his arms.
"Shh…I am safe. Here with you, right now.", he said.
She shook, gasping once more in pain. "I'm Sorry."
He bent down and kissed her fore head. "For what?", he asked.
She whispered something. It was so quiet that he had to lean down, his face right above hers, barely centimeters apart.
"…a price for a wish.", he could barely make out before he felt her reach up and kiss him.
Euphoria washed over him. Such a feeling of content and happiness and he knew even if the world was falling into darkness, he was drowning in the light.
It wasn't until he felt her body in his arms disappear, her lips gone from his, that his eyes shot open to see that there really was a vast bright white of nothingness engulfing him.
His eyes widened in fear.