All was silent. Nobody dared to move, breathe or even blink. The image was burnt into everyone's memory. All surrounded around the body, everyone was shocked. This horrifying scene, her body was relaxed over the dirt road, her eyes wide open from the shock of her own death. Hair covered her shoulders and was in knots, tears flooded the cheeks of her closest friends, the teachers, and even her enemies. Blood stained her cheeks as if she was crying blood. The man she loved the most, the man she died for, fell to the ground. Breathing heavily, tears flooded his eyes and he could not see anything but the small video clip that played over and over in his mind. And that bastard, that god damn bastard took her life like it was nothing. Like she was just some gross, squishy bug he got rid of. Suddenly, there was laughter. An evil, dark - oh yes, a very dark indeed laugh. "About time that fucking slut died. I was about to just kill her - oh wait! I already I did!" He clapped, and laughed again. Wails erupted from her two closest friends. Her soon to be husband, shaking, stood to his feet, and gripped his wand tighter than ever. It couldn't snapped right there, suddenly he was filled with anger. "You god damn snake kisser, YOU!" He rose his wand to the bastard's face, his hand shaking from so much anger. "Oh? What do you want? Is little Ron going to zap me with his weak wand?" The dark figure laughed again, this time a more dark sounding laugh. "Your god damn right!" With a sudden flash of lightning, he muttered the darkest spell he knew under his breath. And the figure fell to the floor, with no emotion. But suddenly, he did not feel the satisfaction he was looking for, instead he muttered another spell and flung it at the body over and over. Hermione had to stop him, and took Ron's wand from him. He ran over to his engaged wife, and shook her screaming her name. "SOPHIE! SOPHIE!" Like she would wake up. Like she would just cry and scream from happiness to see him again like she always did. Instead her screams of horror and death still rang throughout his ears, and the vision played over and over in his eyes. He began crying, still shaking her body and she limply flowed with his violent pleas to bring her back to him. He would trade his life for hers, Why was she so stupid? Why did she block that attack for his life? Why? Harry placed a hand on Ron's shoulder, and Ron stopped shaking her. She would not come back to life.
No matter how hard it was to live without, he still had that damn vision in his head. There was so much pain inside his head. Every time he closed his eyes, her lifeless body showed up. Finally one month after, he was done. He was done with every fucking thing. Everything seemed to remind him of her. Finally, he sent a letter to Harry and Hermione and his family, apologizing for what he was about to do. He laid on his and her bed, and grabbed his wand. He turned the tip to his head, and muttered the darkest spell. The Unforgivable. And just like lightning, the light died from his eyes like it did hers.
Harry, Hermione and Ron's family all grieved for their 2 dear losses. But only one thing crossed their mind: He was in no more pain, and he was with her, in heaven. Married to her and seeing her again, like he tried to desperately shake her back to life. In the end, it didn't matter. But for him? It did.