Ginny
My brother is dead.
My brother is dead.
I could say it a million times, but I still wouldn't ever believe it. I saw his body at the funeral, lying so still, so stiff, so lifeless in that coffin, skin sickly pale, eyes closed. But whenever I think "Ron", the mental image that my mind conjures up is of him blushing when Hermione sat down next to him or making fun of my obsession of Harry.
Not so cold.
Not so lifeless.
Why? Why did it have to be Ron? Why did it have to be Harry? Why couldn't You-Know-Who have gone after someone else?
There are so many whys.
And I don't think any of them have answers.
That's just the way life is.
But why does life have to be this way?
Poor Hermione. She's devestated. She loved him, that much was obvious, but she never told him. She thinks he died angry at her. But I know better. Because before he left the Gryffindor common room for the very last time, he gave her this...look. And it was full of sadness, sad that they were fighting, and at the same time...just this...love. Because he loved her. And I think he was going to tell her.
But he never got to.
You-Know-Who robbed him of his life first.
I hate You-Know-Who. I HATE him. Any person, any person at all, should REALIZE that by killing someone, you're not just hurting them. You're tearing apart a family that was so happy. You're ruining friendships. You're robbing him of so many firsts. First loves, first jobs, first children...
Ron can never have any of that.
All because You-Know-Who is so clueless, so...stupid that he can't see the value of the human life.
My brother is dead.
My brother is dead.
I could say it a million times, but I still wouldn't ever believe it. I saw his body at the funeral, lying so still, so stiff, so lifeless in that coffin, skin sickly pale, eyes closed. But whenever I think "Ron", the mental image that my mind conjures up is of him blushing when Hermione sat down next to him or making fun of my obsession of Harry.
Not so cold.
Not so lifeless.
Why? Why did it have to be Ron? Why did it have to be Harry? Why couldn't You-Know-Who have gone after someone else?
There are so many whys.
And I don't think any of them have answers.
That's just the way life is.
But why does life have to be this way?
Poor Hermione. She's devestated. She loved him, that much was obvious, but she never told him. She thinks he died angry at her. But I know better. Because before he left the Gryffindor common room for the very last time, he gave her this...look. And it was full of sadness, sad that they were fighting, and at the same time...just this...love. Because he loved her. And I think he was going to tell her.
But he never got to.
You-Know-Who robbed him of his life first.
I hate You-Know-Who. I HATE him. Any person, any person at all, should REALIZE that by killing someone, you're not just hurting them. You're tearing apart a family that was so happy. You're ruining friendships. You're robbing him of so many firsts. First loves, first jobs, first children...
Ron can never have any of that.
All because You-Know-Who is so clueless, so...stupid that he can't see the value of the human life.