Supposed to Be :
Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter.. Damnit! I wrote this to cheer up a friend, and it happens to be my first Harry Potter fic, so this is for Jen : )
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"It wasn't supposed to be this way."
He couldn't stop murmuring this to himself as he hugged his friend closer. His eyes stung with bitter tears and his cheeks were raw from the beating of the harsh wind. He managed to focus his eyes, noting how dark the sky had become. For a such a victorious day, Harry could feel nothing but the gnawing pain of defeat.
His emerald gaze shifted to the blood soaked grass. His sword lay there, glistening with the blood of his sworn enemy. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered, this wasn't the way it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be the hero. He was supposed to Kill Lord Voldermort. He was supposed to be the one to sacrifice his life. This was his burden and his alone.
He could feel his friend shaking, the wings of death wrapping around him. He turned towards him again, bringing his head to his chest. He had saved him. Harry may have killed Lord Voldermort, but Ron had saved him first. They both lay there, with nothing but death in between them. Harry struggled to breathe as he continued to say those words to Ron. It was a silent apology that wasn't supposed to have been made. As Harry rocked gently with his best friend in his arms, he felt the light touch of fingertips on his lips. Ron was looking up at him, his pale face firm.
"Don't say that." His voice was hardly louder than a whisper and kept faltering. Harry wrapped his own hand around Ron's frozen one.
"I was supposed to die. Not you. Never you…. I can't…" He broke off, his forehead touching against Ron's. He was supposed to die for the one he loved. " I need you. . ."
Ron inched his bloody lips into the smallest hint of a smile. "I couldn't let you…" His words we cut off as he began to cough, his chest filled with a searing pain. Harry gripped his hand even tighter, their foreheads still touching. With little strength left, Ron closed his eyes and continued. " . . . have… have all the spotlight…" In spite of the everything Harry laughed. It was a silent shake of his shoulders, his hand still intertwined with Ron's.
Harry listened then. He listened to the howl of the wind, Ron's final breaths and the beating of his own breaking heart. He wrapped both of his hands around Ron, hugging him against his bruised chest. As everything became silent, Harry opened his eyes. Both of their faces held a mix of blood and tears, but who's were which, he was unable to tell. They were as one. Harry reached for his sword, and as his trembling fingers found the wet handle all he could manage to whisper was, "It wasn't supposed to be this way."
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The End
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A/N: I'm not a Ron/Harry shipper, but it was a good expirement in writing this for my friend, so yea XD