I remember it so well. I don't want to, yet I do. And I always will: The day we both died.
Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
I was sure we would all survive, and I was wrong. You'd just killed Bellatrix Lestange and Fenrir Greyback, two wonderful victories. You were running towards me, smiling like crazy, and then we heard it. A rustling in the bushes nearby. Then Draco Malfoy came out of them. He looked a little worse for wear, with tattered robes, some burnt hair, and blood in his teeth. He raised his wand, and sneered at me and said "Mudblood's first." Then he shouted that horrible curse. I couldn't move, I was paralyzed in fear, shock, and terror.
Then you, my husband, jumped out in front of me and was hit by the curse that was meant for me. I saw it all in slow motion. You ran in front of me, and the green light hit you. And you fell, with a terrible and eerie wrongness. Almost as if it would be beautiful, had it not been so horrid. It was then I knew. The moment you hit the ground, I knew. You were gone. You had abandoned me, and left me alone on this earth forever. Then the tears came, along with hatred and fury. I looked at Malfoy.
"Good-bye, Draco."
I raised my shaking arm and pointed my wand at him and yelled "AVADA KEDAVRA!" He, too, fell, but I didn't pay attention. I ran to you. It was horrible. Your eyes were clouded over, your skin grazed and pale, agonizing pain on all of your features. I almost couldn't grasp the fact that you were gone forever.
I couldn't believe you. You actually left me. God, I hated myself. Why couldn't I have done something? I didn't believe that bastard. He killed you. Murdered. No!
Gone. That was all that registered in my head. Gone. Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
I didn't realize how suddenly and drastically your world could change in a few moments. I didn't want to. All I did was hold you in my arms and sob into your shoulder.
"I love you, Ron…don't leave me, please…please…I love you…no…NO! RON!" It just hurt. So much. Because you forever left me. Forever gone.
I died that day. Not physically, no, but my soul did. My heart did. I died the day you left me, and I wish I could bring you back. Because I love you, I'll always love you, Ronald Bilius Weasley.
I love you.