It Hurts
An/… it reads better if you read it slow
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It hurts. Every time I breathe the pressure increases. I try not to show any pain but Ron says that my eyes say it all. I can feel his thumb rub circles into my back as he holds me.
The kids came today. Rose and Hugo seem to know just as well as Ron and I that I don't have much more time. But it is time, 172 years on this earth is long enough for me.
I'm scared, just a bit though. I'll be the first of us to go, of me, Ron and Harry. I know that my family and the Weasley's will be there, but they wont, Ron wont.
I snuggle in closer to his chest, taking in his smell and his touch for the last time. I feel his arms tighten and a sense of sadness overtakes me, I don't want to leave him.
I can feel his chest rise and fall, slow and steady and I get lost in the rhythm, lost in him, lost in memories, lost from reality.
He's floating in front of me, young with a smudge of dirt on his nose then he's gone, replaced by an older version sitting in the common room. He's looking at me, just me with that beautiful lopsided smile. He's standing now, wearing dress robes and that same goofy smile, I can feel his hands on mine as I watch him silently mouth the words 'I do'. Now he is sitting on our kitchen floor, Rosie on his shoulders and Hugo sitting pressed against his chest banging on soundless pots when our eyes meet and I wonder how my heart does not explode with all the love bursting inside me. I close my eyes and he is gone, but I can feel him, his thin arms wrapped around me and his aged body against mine as we sway slowly back and forth as we dance together for the last time, his breath on my hair as real as ever.
Everything is white now, covered by pure winter snow, but I'm not cold as I take in the world around me. I look down at my hands to find them youthful and stained with ink. I spin in a circle, taking in the familiar energy of youth when my eyes fall on a small trail. I know what I must do. I take two steps when I stop and remember Ron. I sense the tears welling when I feel a hand in my own and hear his familiar voice. "I'm here Mione," I look up to his youthful face as he looks me in the eyes and smiles "I told you I would never leave you again." Squeezing my hand we walk together on the small path to the beyond.
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Fast, sloppy and sappy I know, but that was the mood I was in and who better to write but Ron and Hermione. :)