Chapter 3
Prompt No. 3 – Burn
Date: During the battle in DH
He couldn't believe it. Wouldn't believe it. Harry couldn't be dead – could he? After everything they'd done together, after everything they'd been through, it couldn't end like this. Not now. Not in this way.
Ron hated it. He hated everything. Voldemort and the Death Eaters and the whole bloody war. He hated it all. It burnt inside of him. A fire rekindled over the past year. Everything that had happened added to it. And now he was ready to explode.
It wasn't fair. People were dead. Families missed mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters. Himself now included. Fred had been killed, and now Harry, and everyone else who had fought, and it burnt.
He could see Voldemort, standing with a smile on his face. It was one of the most horrible sights in the world. Ron didn't want to let his eyes travel downwards. Where his best friend was said to be lying dead on the floor. Not now, not after everything. He didn't want to face it.
He had to though. He had to face it. Harry might be – dead. But they were all still there, and the war wasn't over yet. The rage burning up inside of him came back with a vengeance. Even if he accepted it, and acknowledged that Harry was dead, then he could still fight. He could still fight for what Harry had fought and died for. Fight for everyone. His family, Hermione, everyone who had died, including his brother. And Harry. Because Harry had proven something. The fire burning inside of Ron proved that.
He could feel the effects of the silencing charm, but it was nothing, nothing compared to what he felt inside of him. And that was what mattered. It burst from him unexpectedly. He shouted out the one thing that really mattered. Fuelled by everything inside of him and shattering the silencing charm, Ron shouted out across the subdued battlefield.
"He beat you!"
And then everything changed. Because that was what mattered. That was exactly the point. Harry had beaten him. Ron could feel Hermione's hand gripping his, but he couldn't turn to face her. Everything that mattered right now was here with him. Voldemort thought he had won. But he hadn't, because they were still there, and hell, they were going to go down fighting. The fire was still there, and it burnt at Ron's heart more fiercely than he ever thought possible. And Ron knew. It was going to carry on burning. With him, and everybody else there fighting. Right 'til the very end. Because that was what mattered.
A/N: I know it's short, I wanted to capture a moment. Hope you liked it anyway. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, you guys are great! Will try and update when I can.
Elle xx