Bodies are everywhere.
It's hard to distinguish who they are.
Please make him be all right.
It's most certainly a blood bath.
I shout his name, all I hear are screams.
Please make him be all right.
I look around and see Harry fighting the death eaters.
Suddenly I see a flash of dirty red hair in front of me.
Please make him be all right.
It is Ginny, she's screaming my name.
I tap her with my foot so she knows I am already there.
Please, please make him be all right.
I look to see what she is leaning over and see a figure sprawled in front of her.
I instantly knew who that figure was.
I have a sinking, sinking feeling in my stomach.
My voice is suddenly left me.
My throat is burning.
I feel like screaming, but I don't.
Please oh please God make him be all right.
I crawl over and touch his cheek.
It's still warm.
Pleases make him be all right.
Ginny speaks in a cold, low, and the verge of tears voice.
"He's not dead yet"
He's not dead. Yet.
Please, please God I will do anything if he makes it and is all right.
I will surely die if he does.
I speak to him "Ron, sweetie wake up, you must wake up"
I shake his shoulders lightly
At that moment his eyes barley flutter open.
A wave of triumph floods over my whole body
He speaks in a low and raspy voice,
" Hermione, I-I love you."
His eyes fell shut, and I knew from that instant I would never hear that voice again.