Title: Vigil
Author: writerwannabe
Prompt: Nightmare
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Warnings: DH Spoilers ahead.
Notes: I was tempted to do another Daddy!Ron drabble, but this idea hit me driving to work today. This is a three part drabble told in different P.O.V.s, all in 2nd person. I've never attempted 2nd person before, so be kind. I was inspired by everyone else's attempts this week. Comments are Love and much appreciated.

Sectumsempra.

Aimed at Harry's back, but it is Ron who lies in St. Mungo's so frighteningly pale and still. It's your greatest nightmare come to fruition. Your best friend remains distraught and guilt-ridden at your side as you hold vigil for the one who has vowed to love, honor and cherish until death parts you.

"It's too soon," you whisper over and over. "You can't leave me."

Family and friends have taken turns sitting with you, urging him to wake. You're comforted by their support, but know that you'll never be whole again until he has come back to you.

Title: Sacrifice
Author: writerwannabe
Prompt: Nightmare
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Warnings: DH Spoilers ahead.
Notes: 2nd in the series. Enjoy!

It's your fault.

You were careless in the raid, thinking all the dark wizards had been accounted for. You never heard the spell coming, but suddenly you're knocked and pinned to the ground. His hand lies unmoving next to you, bearing a ring that you personally blessed at their wedding. Heavy footsteps barge into the room and the weight is lifted.

So much blood. All of it his. None of it yours. He's shaking as you pull him close.

"Tell her I…," he chokes out, unable to finish as his eyes flutter shut and he goes limp in your arms.

Title: Agony
Author: writerwannabe
Prompt: Nightmare
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Warnings: DH Spoilers ahead.
Notes: 3rd in the series. Enjoy!

It hurts.

You cannot move, for it takes an immense effort just to draw breath into your body. But you can hear their gentle words of encouragement. Hermione's whispered pleas and heart wrenching sobs bring about an agony far worse than your physical wounds have inflicted you with.

The healers can do no more. It's up to you now.

So you wait. To gather strength.

Until days later, when you strain against the very bonds that tether you to this world and claw your way back to the living.

Your eyes flutter open and meet hers.

The nightmare is over.