Fingers laced together.
The grip growing slack as their lives fade away.
The ground wet and cold beneath them.
Surrounded by pure white.
Blood.
Dripping down their arms.
Seeping into the snow and slick against their joined hands.
They breathe deeply.
The rhythm of their heartbeats are matching.
Pounding slowly in their ears.
"It hurts," one says.
Her voice is weak and broken.
"I know," the other replies. "But it will be ok soon. We won't feel it anymore. Soon."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
One soft sigh followed by another.
Holding on tighter to hands growing cold.
"Tell me again about heaven."
"It's beautiful. White. Like snow. Only warm. There is no pain."
"And we can be together."
"Yes. And we can be together. And we will be angels."
Breath slowing.
Vision blurring.
Eyes fluttering closed.
Fading away.
~*~
Approaching footsteps.
The sharp intake of breath.
A figure with messy brown hair kneeling in the snow.
Picking up a note and grasping it tightly in a small hand.
Turning and walking away.
~*~
Figures in black.
Crowded around two gaping wholes in the earth.
Tears streaming down ashen faces.
Whimpers and sniffles.
Two fresh graves.
Side by side.
One tombstone.
Engraved with a piece of their last goodbye.
Here lies
Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood
Beloved daughters and friends.
In life we walked alone.
In death we walk together.
May they rest in peace