This was originally a really long headcanon, but someone asked me to write a fan fiction about and, this was born :)

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~Isy-Potter :) xx

"Stop, stop, stop! You're going to take some one's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's LeviOsa, not LeviosAR!"

How he wished he could go back to that moment and change it all. Never say another mean thing to her again. Never hurt her feelings again. Never watch her as she nearly got killed by the troll. Never watch her get Petrified by the Basilisk. Never watch her get sad over Crookshanks, or angry after the Yule Ball because of his stupid jealousy. Never watch her die.

It had started as one of the best nights of his life. They were together, playing the piano, while Harry was who knows where, doing who knows what. But then it all went downhill.

Hermione was just teaching him a particularly hard chord, when a silvery stag ran in. It was a Patronus. Harry's Patronus.

"Help! Death Eaters. Everywhere. I'm at Diagon Alley. Contact the Order."

As it faded away, he and Hermione looked at each other, and immediately set to work, Hermione casting Patronuses to everyone in the Order, telling them to get to Diagon Alley, and stop the attack before it got out of hand. While he was quickly grabbing everything they might need in an attack, their wands, swords, other weapons, healing equipment and Hermione's bag.

They apparated to Diagon Alley and found total chaos. It seems Harry had forgotten to mention Voldemort was there too, casting Killing Curses all over the place. All of this was happening while his eyes were focused on one man in front of him. Harry James Potter.

He and Hermione looked at each other and ran straight in to the chaos, with one idea in mind. They had to get to Harry.

Hermione had just finished off a particularly nasty Death Eater, which Ron had kept distracted, when they turned to find Harry and saw him still in front of Voldemort, tied up, no way to escape. And Voldemort had the Killing Curse on the tip of his tongue. He and Hermione ran, faster than they had ever run before, to get to their friend, to help him. But they were too late. Harry turned to look at them just before it struck, mouthing the words 'I love you both' before his eyes went blank, and he saw no more.

They had reached him now, and Hermione ran to Harry, praying, just as he was, that he was still alive. But he wasn't. He was dead. He kept his eyes on the one that caused it, though. The one that had caused his best friend and the entire Wizarding World so much pain. Voldemort.

"How does it feel, to have your best friend die, right before your eyes, knowing you could have stopped it, but you were too weak?"

He knew Voldemort was taunting him, trying to make him angry, but for once, it didn't work. He felt only empty. He felt no pain, or anger. Not yet. It would come, of course, but at the moment... Nothing. Hermione didn't have the same blank feeling though.

" YOU MONSTER! YOU KILLED HIM! THIS IS NOT OUR FAULT! IT IS YOURS!"

With each step she had gotten closer to Voldemort, with each step she had gotten closer to her death, she just didn't know it, but Voldemort did.

" Oh my little Mudblood, it is your fault if only you and the blood traitor had been faster, he wouldn't have died, oh well, let us see if he can do anything now, shall we?"

And before anyone had even absorbed what he said, the Killing Curse had hit Hermione with no opportunity for her to dodge. She had been too close to him.
Now. Now he felt anger.

"AHHHHHHHH!" He screamed and at that moment, an explosion of magic so large swept through Diagon Alley, ripping apart every living creature nearby. All the Order. All the Death Eaters. Voldemort. They had all died. They had all been slowly and painfully crushed, torn and broken until they could stand it no more. Until only one man was left.

Ron Weasley was alone in the world.

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