Red Sun Rising
Nefertiri's Handmaiden
Disclaimer: You know the drill, people.
Note: I wrote this story in about 10 minutes, so please ignore any errors.
Note the Second: Ron looks out over the world and reflects after the final battle.
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The first thing Ron became aware of was the aching pain in his left leg and his ribs. The next thing his noticed was the cold, the absolute silence, and the dark.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been lying there on the cold stone floor, but it felt like a million years. His body felt like it was made of a mixture of lead in some places and jelly in others. His head ached, too. He must have hit it pretty hard on the floor when he fell.
God, things were so screwed up. Hermione. . . Hermione was dead. He'd seen her fall. And Harry. . . he didn't know where Harry was, or if he was alive. Somehow, he doubted it. There was an emptiness in his gut that told him Harry hadn't made it either.
Don't let me be the only one left.
The cold started to fade, and Ron forced open his eyes to see a faint light peeking a window facing east that residednot far away.
Suddenly, he needed to see the sky.
Somehow, he managed to push himself over onto his stomach, and up onto his hands and knees. He crawled slowly, weakly to the window. Grabbing the sill, he pushed with all of his might, and somehow managed to pull himself upright.
Outside, there was peace. The world was disturbed only by a light breeze and a few lifeless bodies lying on the ground.
Ron looked east.
Outside, the red sun rose.