As I lay there, bleeding I couldn't help but think of her
War wounds and broken hearts or peace
As I lay there, bleeding I couldn't help but think of her. Her laugh, her smile, her voice. I knew I was dieing and that soon I would no longer be here. I had given up trying to yell for help, my voice wouldn't come. I had finally accepted that death had graced me. Who would have thought that I would be the one laying here, thinking of the woman I loved, wishing to see her once more before I was embraced by the cold arms of death. Then a sound filled my head, it wasn't the shouting or cursing of battle, it was the sound of people running and the desperate cries of "Ron!" I saw some blurry faces over me, I could make out Harry, Ginny and… Hermoine! "Hermoine?" I said, it hurt to talk. "Save your strength." She said, sitting me. "I think I'm dieing Hermoine." Tears came to her eyes. "No don't say that." She said, tear drops falling onto my blood stained shirt. There was one big stain where I had gotten stabbed, right where my heart was; it was growing continually bigger as I lay on the hard ground, the wind blowing around me. As a strand of my hair blew in my face she pushed it away with her hand and leaned down and kissed me. I smiled for the last time. "Good bye Hermoine. Bye Harry, Bye Ginny." I said, coughing up some blood when I finished. "Ron. Don't talk like that!" She said, still crying I could see Ginny was crying, even Harry had a few teardrops on his cheeks. "Don't cry." I gave them one last reassuring smile before everything faded to black. I felt no pain, no heartbreak, nothing but the blissful silence that surrounded me. I was drifting in my own world, perfectly happy with every thing, not sad or scared, hurt or angry, all I felt was... happiness. Perfect, wonderful happiness, and I knew, that I would be like this for all eternity, knowing that I left my family, my love, my best friend, but not caring, knowing that they were left alone in the world, with out me, knowing that my children would wait for us to come home, and only their mother would come back. But some how I knew, that the tears of theirs were gone, that they knew I was at peace, and that my life was complete. I had a wife, a daughter and two sons.
Epilogue: Though their father was dead, the children some how knew that he was fine, and they would meet up with him when they died. They were proud that their father died for the wizarding world. They grew up happy. They all went to Hogwarts, were all sorted into Gryffindor. The twins Dilios and Verlaine (One girl, one boy) carried on their uncles' legend, being the biggest pranksters of their time. Everyone knew the children were Weasleys because they all had the infamous Weasley hair. Verlaine was very close with her family and she grew up to be a famous singer, but she never forgot her roots, she always went back to visit her mother and every one at Hogwarts. The kids at her old school were delighted everytime she mad an appereance, especially the Gryffindors. Dilios grew up to be a dragon handler, he became the first known wizard to fully tame dragons. He always had a baby dragon with him, even when he visited his family, he had a dragon with him. Hannibal, the youngest child grew up and became a curse breaker, he even made up his own spells. He didn't become very famous, but he was pretty well known in the few places he had been too. Ginny died happy, surrounded by her children and two little grand kids, Nyssa and Fred. She never forgot about her loving husband, and the met up in heaven, destined to be together forever. Harry was always the families best friend, and his children and grandchildren carried on the friendship of the Weasley/Potter friend ship. For generations the Weasleys fought for the good and lived a happy life.