I knew I was dying, as I lay there on the cold, stone floor, my eyes wide open, but the scene around me blurred. I could here the muffled sound of my friends fighting against the death eaters. I had felt my ribs break under the pressure of Lucius Malfoy's boot. Now, every breath I took only made everything hurt more.
I knew I was dying, and I knew that Voldemort and Harry were fighting next to me. Harry was desperate to kill Voldemort after what had happened to me, his best friend. But there was someone even more heartbroken than he was. Some one who was now ready to murder Lucius. I could just barely make out his ginger-colored hair, dueling against the cold-hearted death eater that killed me.
The scene around me started to fade. I didn't know how much time had past, but I could hear Ron's voice next to me.
"'Mione, please wake up," he sobbed, taking my hand in his. "I don't think I can live without you. You can't die!" His cold tears landed on my face. I could feel the darkness pulling me down. Pulling me into death.
NO! I screamed at the darkness I won't give in! Ron needs me!
With all the strength I had, I tried to pull myself out of the dark. I could feel him let go of my hand.
I opened my eyes. I was alive.