Challenge Fic. I had to use Object: Pillow. Character: Ronald Weasley and Song: Who Knew by Pink
Ronald Weasley. What can be said about Ronald Weasley? Well… Firstly, it's common knowledge to know that he is best friends with Harry James Potter: The Boy Who Lived. But that was until the war happened…
Now it's common knowledge to know that they haven't spoken since the war. That when they see each other in public they pretend they never knew each other. This is exactly the reason why…
Dear Diary,
There was so much sound… The screams, the crashes, the crying. The war was going on and everyone around me was either ducking for cover or being hit with unforgivable curses. I ran as fast as I could, I had lost Hermione at some stage through the night.
"Hermione?" I screamed over the roaring sounds of the battle. I ran over to Hagrid's Hut and snuck inside, sending a body-binding curse at an approaching death-eater.
"Hermione? Are you in here?" I called as quietly as I could. There was no answer. I stood up and glanced out of the window. I spotted Harry, he was running as fast as he could toward the castle. I tried to see where he was running too.
There she was. Bellatrix Lestrange had Hermione by the hair and was practically dragging her towards Harry. I had no hope of hearing what they were saying but I didn't need to hear to know what was going on. Bellatrix threw her head back in laughter, Harry threw himself at her, causing Bellatrix to let go of Hermione who stumbled and rolled down the hill only to be met by Greyback. Hermione struggled to get up, but she didn't get far. Greyback grabbed her by the shirt, pulled her close and scratched across her torso and bit down on her shoulder.
"No!" I screamed.
But it didn't help. Hermione fell to the ground in a heap and Greyback slowly attacked her until she couldn't move anymore. Harry came out of the distance and stopped when he saw Hermione's mangled body. I knew that it wasn't his fault she had died, but he was partially to blame. He should have gone back for her quicker. But no, the Boy-Who-Lived didn't.
Hermione…
That last kiss
I'll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes
It harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep
Your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling
Who knew
Because I sure as hell didn't know that this was going to happen. I'll always love you.
Love, Ronald Weasley
I put the diary down on my bedside table. I could feel the hot tears welling in my eyes. I turned and buried my face in my pillow. Like I have done every night since that war… and to think… it's been a whole year since that day and the only person who hears my cries is the pillow and her picture that I isolate myself with every day.