Hermione Granger ran upstairs, she couldn't take it anymore. He was gone, and she didn't have a chance to tell him she loved him. Damn that Voldemort. She could kill him. But there was nothing she could do. Ron Weasley, her love since 3rd year, was gone.

He's out of my life

He's out of my life

And I don't know whether to laugh or cry

I don't know whether to live or die

And it cuts like a knife

He's out of my life

She took the knife out of her robe pocket. She put it to her arm, and cut across. Just to see what it felt like. It wasn't too bad, she thought… not as bad.

It's out of my hands

It's out of my hands

To think for seven years he was here

And I took him for granted I was so cavalier

Now the way that it stands

He's out of my hands

So she put it to her heart, thinking about the possibilities. How would Harry react? His two best friends dead in a matter of a month?

So I've learned that love's not possession

And I've learned that love won't wait

Now I've learned that love needs expression

But I learned too late

This was it. Should she do it?

He's out of my life

He's out of my life

Damned indecision and cursed pride

Kept my love for him locked deep inside

And it cuts like a knife

He's out of my life

So she stabbed it in, her whole life flashing before her eyes. Suddenly, she didn't want to die. Ron knew she would have wanted her to live her life. But, it was too late now…