Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the characters, places, etc
in this fan fiction, and I do not claim to.
This is the first fic I've written so - I hope you enjoy!!!
The screams were horrible, the sight awful, and that laugh . God, that laugh.
The only thing Harry remembered thinking?
'He's taking my best friend. He took my father. He took my mother. He's destroyed my godfather. He's ruined the lives of my schoolmates. He's ruined the lives of countless Muggles, and they didn't even know it. He's destroyed families. He's torn apart homes. He's taken the hearts of many, the minds of countless more. And now, he's taking my best friend.'
Harry dropped to his knees beside Ron. The image of Voldemort disapparating holding Godric Gryffindor's sword stained with blood felt permanently etched in Harry's mind. Blood. Ron's blood.
Oh, God, that damn laugh.
"Harry?" Ron whispered.
Harry crawled forward with great effort. "Yeah, Ron?" he said, shakily.
"Please, would you tell Hermione for me? Tell her-", he winced with the pain of his wounds. They ran deep.
Harry shook his head, in disbelief. "Don't talk like that. Please, don't talk like that. You - you're gonna come back with us," Harry said, even though he knew it couldn't be true.
Ron laughed, a short, cold laugh. It wasn't his.
"Harry, come off it," Taking a deep breath, he turned serious again, and struggled to keep going "Tell Hermione. tell her I love her. And I always will. Tell her for me?"
"Sure, Ron. I promise, she'll know." He was blinking hard now, trying vainly to stop the tears.
"Thanks, Harry. I do love her, with all my heart," Ron said. Moments later, it's all over. His eyes, normally vibrant with the joy of living, were shut. His chest, normally heaving with a love of live, lay flat. His heart, full of love for his one soul mate, had stopped. When he'd regained enough control to manage a few steps, Harry carried Ron over to a tree, a laid him down. He then left Ron's side. He traveled back to where they had left Hermione.
During their pursuit of Voldemort, Hermione had injured her leg. In order to proceed as quickly as possible, they had left her in an old abandoned cottage they'd found.
She was still there. Her skirt had been torn in many places, and the pieces were being used to stop the deep gash in her leg from bleeding. She was limping around the room, trying to walk. "Harry," she cried, relieved, "Thank Heavens you're okay!" "Hermione, you really shouldn't be walking." It was getting harder and harder to fight back his tears. Hermione caught his eye, and held his gaze,
"Harry? Are you okay?" Suddenly, she realized. "Where's Ron?" Harry averted his eyes. "Harry? He is alright, isn't he? Isn't he?" Her cries became more urgent. "Hermione-" he started. The tears were coming down uncontrollably now. "Hermione, I- I'm so sorry," "No," she cried, horrified. "NO! How. where is he?" "Down there, in the field. I lied him down under that big tree. I'm so sorry, I couldn't help him..." Hermione ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Forgetting her injury, all she did was run. Her skirt got caught on a bush, but she just keept running, tearing yet another hole in the ragged garment. All she does is run, until:
"Ron." Hermione knelt down, taking his hand in hers. "No, Ron, you can't be dead. Please! I love you! Please, you can't be. you can't be."
Her words were broken only by her tears. Throwing herself to the ground, she sobbed and sobbed until the tears wouldn't come.
"Please, please! You just can't be dead.you can't be."
Harry came up behind her, and put a hand on her shoulder. "He loved you. He told me to tell you, his last words- " "I know he did," she whispered. "I know."
At that moment, no one could have seen what she had . As she closed her eyes, Ron was there. He was telling her he loved her. He was saying to never forget him. He was telling her goodbye.
This is the first fic I've written so - I hope you enjoy!!!
The screams were horrible, the sight awful, and that laugh . God, that laugh.
The only thing Harry remembered thinking?
'He's taking my best friend. He took my father. He took my mother. He's destroyed my godfather. He's ruined the lives of my schoolmates. He's ruined the lives of countless Muggles, and they didn't even know it. He's destroyed families. He's torn apart homes. He's taken the hearts of many, the minds of countless more. And now, he's taking my best friend.'
Harry dropped to his knees beside Ron. The image of Voldemort disapparating holding Godric Gryffindor's sword stained with blood felt permanently etched in Harry's mind. Blood. Ron's blood.
Oh, God, that damn laugh.
"Harry?" Ron whispered.
Harry crawled forward with great effort. "Yeah, Ron?" he said, shakily.
"Please, would you tell Hermione for me? Tell her-", he winced with the pain of his wounds. They ran deep.
Harry shook his head, in disbelief. "Don't talk like that. Please, don't talk like that. You - you're gonna come back with us," Harry said, even though he knew it couldn't be true.
Ron laughed, a short, cold laugh. It wasn't his.
"Harry, come off it," Taking a deep breath, he turned serious again, and struggled to keep going "Tell Hermione. tell her I love her. And I always will. Tell her for me?"
"Sure, Ron. I promise, she'll know." He was blinking hard now, trying vainly to stop the tears.
"Thanks, Harry. I do love her, with all my heart," Ron said. Moments later, it's all over. His eyes, normally vibrant with the joy of living, were shut. His chest, normally heaving with a love of live, lay flat. His heart, full of love for his one soul mate, had stopped. When he'd regained enough control to manage a few steps, Harry carried Ron over to a tree, a laid him down. He then left Ron's side. He traveled back to where they had left Hermione.
During their pursuit of Voldemort, Hermione had injured her leg. In order to proceed as quickly as possible, they had left her in an old abandoned cottage they'd found.
She was still there. Her skirt had been torn in many places, and the pieces were being used to stop the deep gash in her leg from bleeding. She was limping around the room, trying to walk. "Harry," she cried, relieved, "Thank Heavens you're okay!" "Hermione, you really shouldn't be walking." It was getting harder and harder to fight back his tears. Hermione caught his eye, and held his gaze,
"Harry? Are you okay?" Suddenly, she realized. "Where's Ron?" Harry averted his eyes. "Harry? He is alright, isn't he? Isn't he?" Her cries became more urgent. "Hermione-" he started. The tears were coming down uncontrollably now. "Hermione, I- I'm so sorry," "No," she cried, horrified. "NO! How. where is he?" "Down there, in the field. I lied him down under that big tree. I'm so sorry, I couldn't help him..." Hermione ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Forgetting her injury, all she did was run. Her skirt got caught on a bush, but she just keept running, tearing yet another hole in the ragged garment. All she does is run, until:
"Ron." Hermione knelt down, taking his hand in hers. "No, Ron, you can't be dead. Please! I love you! Please, you can't be. you can't be."
Her words were broken only by her tears. Throwing herself to the ground, she sobbed and sobbed until the tears wouldn't come.
"Please, please! You just can't be dead.you can't be."
Harry came up behind her, and put a hand on her shoulder. "He loved you. He told me to tell you, his last words- " "I know he did," she whispered. "I know."
At that moment, no one could have seen what she had . As she closed her eyes, Ron was there. He was telling her he loved her. He was saying to never forget him. He was telling her goodbye.