Disclaimer: JKR owns it all, I am merely a leaf in the Triwizard maze of fans.
This is something that came to me in the middle of the night. I am NOT an angsty, depressive writer usually, but this is just a thought that I had. Please read, the ending is (sort of) happy.
Ron had never known pain like this before, and he prayed with every fibre of his being he'd never have to know it again.
He was screaming so loudly he wasn't even sure that sound was escaping his mouth anymore. He clutched at his head as waves and waves of spasmodic pain barrelled into him, sure he was dying, sure he was finished…
And then, as abruptly as it had started, it stopped. He lay gasping on the ground, his limbs heavy and still and his eyes closed.
Voldemort's high-pitched laughter echoed in his ears as he felt Harry and Hermione race to his side.
He smelled her scent as she leaned over him.
Of course he wanted to open his eyes, of course he wanted to speak to them , alleviate their worries, but his body simply wasn't willing.
He could hear her shallow breathing as the Death Eaters drew closer to them.
Harry's fingers were on his neck, trying to locate a pulse. The high-pitched laughter sounded again and Voldemort spoke 'Do not act so surprised, Harry Potter. Did you think I'd spare your friends, even if I disposed of you first? Avada Kedavra!'
Ron heard the scream of anguish that exploded from Harry's mouth.
He felt her body crash to the floor next to him.
'No, not Hermione!' the thought tore at his insides. With a gasp and a surge of adrenaline, Ron opened his eyes and sat up, fast. He looked behind him. Hermione, lying on her back, staring glassily up, not moving, Harry on his knees, his body shaking, and Voldemort, standing triumphant, his wand raised. At the sight of Ron sitting up, Voldemort's distorted face twisted even more horribly into a leer. He turned his wand toward Ron. But Ron couldn't tear his eyes from Hermione.
He remembered the taste of her lips – apple and vanilla.
'DO IT!' shrieked Ron 'KILL ME!'
Voldemort looked for a shadow of a second, surprised, before resuming his sneer and opening his mouth.
There was a rush of green light, but Ron had already flung himself over Hermione, screaming over and over so as not to hear the spell, his eyes squeezed shut.
And then, he felt himself becoming lighter, and the smell of destruction fading.
'Ron, come on!'
He saw her, standing with her arms outstretched, looking every bit the angel that she was.
'Ron, come on!' she said again. 'Harry's going to defeat him, come and watch'
Ron smiled and got up, taking her hand and following her into the light.
(A/N) I know it's not perfect, and I know the writing's not the best, but that's why I'm writing fanfiction and not being paid millions to write for a living. Reviews (even constructive flames) are appreciated, as they always are.