A/N: Necesito revisiones hacer mas capitulos… Yea, ok, so my Spanish isn't amazing. But I still need reviews so I can do more chapters. I need feedback, guys. Constructive criticism. P.S. I still don't own any of these characters.
Chapter Two: Alone
Ron had waited for Hermione to wake, and then stood like a sentinel outside the door until she was ready to go down for breakfast. He ate in silence, as did she, listening to the Order members talk about new news on Voldemort's whereabouts. They had taken to talking openly about Order business around Ron and Hermione since Harry had died, feeling as if they owed them.
"With this new lead, we should be able to find him in no time," said Tonks, sending a cautious glance over towards the pair. "Then we can finish him off… for good."
Ron felt his anger rising and bubbling in his chest, but made no move to have an outburst, instead waiting for Hermione to finish her breakfast before they both headed to the living room. It had become routine for them to do this; Hermione would read one of the thousands of books that were in Grimmauld place for hours on end, and Ron would sit by her side and stare off into space. What he was thinking about, nobody could tell, nor dared to ask.
Hermione grabbed a book, not bothering to glance at the title, and just let her eyes fall over the words without ever really taking them in. Her thoughts were going back to her horrible dream. The dream that gave her a nasty feeling in her heart and gut, and left her crying in Ron's arms night after night.
Flashes of lights, screams, and smoke were all she was able to see. She kept the sleeve of her free hand over her mouth and nose in an attempt to block out the thick curtain of smoke that hung in the air, only to have it sting her eyes.
"Harry? Harry, where are you?" she yelled, the sound only muffled by her hand. She had lost her friend when a particularly vicious Death Eater had sent a tombstone flying towards the trio, causing them to scatter. She heard Ron somewhere off in the distance, yelling for Harry, too. Neither of them seemed to be having any luck locating their raven-haired friend, however, so she started to walk towards Ron's voice. A flash of bright green light swept past her, missing her by a good three feet or so. She whipped around, wand raised, and sent a curse sailing towards the origin of the killing curse, and heard a muted 'oof' as a Death Eater fell.
A familiar yell grabbed her attention, and sent her running in that direction. She made it towards the top of a hill, and as the smoke seemed to thin out, the sight that caught her eyes made her wish that it hadn't. Harry lay on the ground in full-out convulsions, Voldemort standing over him and laughing gleefully as red electricity curled off his wand and tortured her friend. She sent curse after curse towards the monster, only to have them bounce off in different directions as they connected with an invisible shield. She wracked her brain for a way to stop the fiend, only to be thrown back towards a tombstone, her vision blurring into darkness.
A small tear tracked its way down her cheek, and she wiped it away hastily, returning her full attention to the book. Ron, however, was not so lucky. He still hadn't managed to break away from his reverie of that terrible day, his memory continuing further than Hermione's ever could.
Ron only managed to catch up to the scene that was playing out as Hermione was flung back towards the tombstone, the sight causing his breath to catch in his throat. It was then that he heard Voldemort give a low cackle, and then fire off the killing curse. Ron stood, momentarily frozen, as he stared at the now lifeless form of Harry. He would never be able to shake that image from his head.
Harry's face was to be forever frozen in a look of pain from the Cruciatus Curse that he had been under, though his eyes still held that determined gleam. His mouth was partially opened, his hand outstretched towards a still cackling Voldemort in a vain attempt to stop the on-coming curse. There was a single tear that managed to trail its way down his cheek, lost forever to the dark soil.
Ron was ripped from his trance at the sound of Voldemort's voice. "The mudblood will be the last to die. I will give you the luxury of dying before her. Until we meet again, Ronald B. Weasley." Ron's name slid off Voldemort's tongue in a hiss, all of the implications of it sending shivers down Ron's spine. Before he could even think of a valiant attempt at a retort, the beast had apparated away, and Ron was completely alone.