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This isn't real.
That was his first thought as he cracked open his left eye to stare, uncomprehending, into the flames. The red fire was against his face, it must've been burning his body, but he couldn't feel a thing, not a thing, except this odd sense of peace. But that couldn't be, because he hadn't known peace once in the last 5 years, but maybe (just maybe) that's what the flames would bring him. Maybe while his flesh was burned away and his bones blackened he could find that thing that had eluded him with such skill. Maybe after death there was a place where dreams come true, because he wasn't afraid of the flames, and there was this white behind the red, this white that seemed so...familiar.
And as his mind stumbled onto that last word he realized why the flames weren't burning away all of his skin, he realized why he was so at peace, and he realized what his arms were locked around.
Ginny moaned in her sleep and rolled over on the white sheets, as a very content Ron Weasley tightened his hold on her. After 5 years of torment and anguish, he finally had that thing he loved above all others, that person he'd never even consider hurting, except when she asked him to. He had his forest fire, that could burn him with a gaze and who'd never leave him unscathed. And he was happy even as just a pill of cinders.
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A/N: Yes, folks, this is an incest fic, and if you happen to dislike such things please do not make rude comments and leave them in a review. It is annoying and degrading and exhausting. But anyone who wishes to leave any constructive criticism, or even praise, feel free.