A
Last Moment
By
Kalison A.
Hermione overlooks a busy battlefield, lit by the remains of a waning gibbous moon. The are so many Death Eaters, members of the Order of the Phoenix, uprising witches and wizards that had held rebellion in their hearts, and students of Hogwarts, from all houses that had bonded together for a cause that they believed in, that all lay on that field, dead or dying. But she still searches, not even watching the diligent medi-witches and wizards as they gathered up those that they could help heal.
She is looking for one person and one person alone. She caught sight of him and rushes down the from her vantage point, the hill on which Harry and Voldemort perished, pausing here and there, avoiding stepping on people in her rush.
He lies near the hill in the center of the battlefield, near the spot where Harry and Voldemort had battled and killed each other simultaneously. The boy, no, the young man lay a few yards away from the dead combatants. The grass under him was slowly turning from dark emerald green to a rusty crimson. There was another's body resting on top of him and he did not have the strength to push the dead man off. Every movement cost him, and was more painful than anything than he had ever experienced.
Hermione reached him and with great effort pulled the Death Eater off of him. His face was pale and blood splattered. His freckles stood out like stars in the night sky overhead. The stars that were loosing their life as he was. He heard her speak.
"Ron, Ron. He did it, Ron. Harry defeated Voldemort, but h-h-he died when Voldemort was killed," The grief was evident in her voice as she told Ron, her beloved Ron, the news.
The stars are fading more by the minute, and the sky is now tinged with a yellow color. Ron's breaths are becoming more labored. He weakly responds to Hermione, his Hermione, "Good, then I know that that git shall not harm you. Ginny? Mum? Da? Bill? Charlie? Fred? George? Are they all alive?"
"Ginny was brought in to the Hospital along with Fred and George. Bill was killed and Charlie, Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley are all fine. Ron, please don't leave me!" She cried as Ron's condition worsened and the sky gained orange to its growing radiance.
"Hermione..." Ron was losing a battle that could not be won, even if there had been spells being cast or potions being poured down his throat. "Hermione, I... I love you and I am sorry," He barely heard her reply as he let go of life and let his struggle end. He let out his last breath of air, just as the Sun rose.
She held him in her arms and said, "I love you too." His body went limp and tears flowed down her face, without warning or end. Her heart was broken, and life no longer had a meaning. All of those that she loved were dead. Voldemort had killed, or been the cause of, all of their deaths. She sat there until she fell asleep and knew no more.