When you die they say your whole life flashes before your eyes but as I laid dying in a puddle of my own blood the only thing that evident was fear. The realization was paralyzing.
I was never going to experience life beyond Hogwarts. I wouldn't graduate, I wouldn't get married or have children. I wouldn't even have a chance at working at the Ministry like I had dreamed of since I was a child.
No one but my parents would miss me and any who remembered me wouldn't know who Lavender Brown really was. All they would remember was some emotional and hormonal teenage girl who enjoyed nothing more than snogging random boys in broom closets and having her robes hitched up by strangers. I didn't fight back the tears as they rolled down my cheeks and for once my makeup didn't seem to matter. I didn't hold back the sobs that ripped through my throat because finally I didn't have to pretend anymore. My suffering was silent in midst of the battle that raged on all around me and for that I was thankful.
Death was a slow thing. It was peaceful. It was painless and I welcomed it with open arms.
The last thing I remember was bright orange hair. It familiar and just the sight was enough to comfort the last of my fears and worries.
His face was cover in cuts and spatter in blood. I wondered if it was his and questioned silently if we would meet again in another world. His eyes were so warm. A perfect emerald and they seemed to scare away the shivers that had begun to take over my body. His lips mouthed things I was too weak to understand but I pretended he whispered words of encouragement and goodbyes from this life. His fingers felt so warm as they intertwine with my own. I was so tired.
"Ron?" My voice was so hoarse and dry I didn't even recognize it as my own.
A reply never came for it was too late.
Time was up.