Thoughts of Ronald Weasley,

To my brother, LIC (lost in combat)

He looked back at those times

Feeling both sad and utterly happy

How he missed them, how he loved them

How he wished, that for once,

One time, he'd be able to hear his friend's voice again

His brother's bright eyes looking at him

Not in fear, but proudly of what he had done

Not hollow of fright and angst

But of pure brotherhood-love

They were never to be parted,

Never to be broken…

But after the final blow,

Those brown eyes of him, his own faded away

The life drawn out of him

He had heard his screams, hers…

It had been too late to save him…

His last words…

So powerful yet so weak after heard once and never more

'Win, my brother.. And live…'

How I hate him,

How I loved him…