The dusk was falling as screams filled the blackening sky.
And then all was silent. The crunch of footsteps was distant. A lone figure trudged through the pale stricken corpses strewn haphazardly on the ground.
He could still see the blazes of green light and the anguished cries.
"Avada Kevadra", screamed Lucius Malfoy.
His back was turned. He never saw it coming. And even then Ron could see his body stiffen and hear his whispered words…
She turned her head and half-whispered, "Harry…" and that was all it took, that one moment. She fell seconds after him. There they were, lifeless hands nearly touching each other's, but only they couldn't.
Ron turned, shaking with sobs and unrestrained rage. He raised his wand, and the words spilled out of his mouth.
And with that the Dark Lord was gone.
He looked down; his knees gave way as tears ran down his soot-streaked his face. He fancied that he saw Harry's shoulder twitch.
"C'mon Harry, you're the Boy-Who-Lived, you have to be okay. Please Harry, please, I'm nothing without you." Ron's body was racked with sobs, and it looked as if he was under Crucio, but there were no more Death Eaters casting it on him; only himself.
"I love you, Harry".
He doesn't know how long he sat there, staring into his once vivid green eyes. Neville tapped him on his shoulder when he found him there.
"Did Harry die battling You-Kn—Voldemort?" whispered Neville. Ron could already see the tears forming in his eyes.
"No… I did".
He had never felt more alone.