Ron's Point of View.
Oh my lord! Bloody hell! He's getting closer! I can see Hermione running beside me - I can't let her be hurt. I have to protect her. But, where are we going to go?
I see Harry in front of all of us; he's looking for somewhere to hide. I know he's suffering the most. I mean, how could you be followed by a madman your entire life, and not be in pain. I've just tagged along, and gotten myself dug into a hole in the ground. A hole that I'm not so sure I can escape.
But Harry has now found us an escape. It's no more than a large stone, but it could save us from all of this, if only for a little while. So, I'll follow him.
He goes behind the rock, and everyone joins him. Hermione rests her back on the back of the stone and falls to the ground, burying her head in her hands. I sit down beside her, and she grabs my hand. Wait, did that just happen? Bloody hell! She just grabbed my hand, and now she's putting her head on my shoulder! I can't believe this! But, soon enough, our moment is ruined by a couple of words from my brother.
"Where's Fred?"
As soon as he utters those words, we can hear his voice. You-Know-Who's, I mean. I know, I shouldn't be so afraid of his name, but I simply cannot bring myself to say those three syllables. Those three syllables which have ruined lives.
Then, after He utters a few words, we hear more that make us shudder. Not more, just one, one awful utterance. Crucio.
Then we hear screams. They seem to last forever. Hermione is burying her face in my chest. I put my hand in her hair and rub her head - this seems to calm her down a bit. We all close our eyes and wait for the screaming to end. It doesn't.
Suddenly, I see someone getting up. George. I know what he's going to do, I just wish he wouldn't! He doesn't have a chance to save him…but just maybe…
And now we wait. Who knows how long we waited, but all we could hear were screams of pain. Then He said something.
Harry and I peek out from behind the rock, and Hermione eventually lifts her head long enough to look out with us. Then we hear two words.
My heart drops into my stomach, and I feel incredibly sick. The vomit is forming in my stomach, but it won't seem to come out through my lips. I move back behind the rock, pulling Hermione with me, as she was still clinging to me. She was still clinging to my hand. I lean against the rock, and Harry comes around to do nothing but stare at me.
God, why is he looking at me like that. I know he's sorry for what just happened, I know he wants to help, but why is he just putting me right into my place. He's almost discriminating against me for feeling the way I feel right now. I've always hated that look. It just…annoys me…
He stares at me as we listen to Voldemort's last couple of words. His final line takes Harry's eyes away from my pale face, and that almost makes me feel happy. At least he's not staring at me any more.
Then He left. We couldn't see it, or even hear it. We only sensed that He wasn't here to hurt us anymore. Anymore than he already had.
So, we all got up and ran towards my two twin brothers. Hermione takes the longest to get there. Could she walk any slower? It's as if she is just waiting for something to happen, but it already has. Finally she starts moving faster, and sits down beside…who was it?
I have no idea who it is. Their faces…are identical. They are my brothers! Why can't I tell them apart? Oh my goodness, I can't believe this. I can't even remember the names of my own family members? How horrible of a person must I be?
And now, to make matters worse, here comes Harry's showing of self pity again. I can feel his hand on my shoulder, and now his other hand on my other shoulder. He's my friend, I know, but I simply can't stand it when he acts like this. I don't even think he actually feels sorry for me! He's just doing this to show that he's a great guy! He's just doing it so everyone will think he's this wonderful person, who just cares about his friend's well-being. Well, I'm not falling for it! He may think his hands are comforting, but they just make me uncomfortable.
And then I hear Hermione's question, whittling in through the rest of my thoughts. At least I'm not the only person who can't tell the twins apart. She's right with me.
But…what about the question we're all asking? Which twin is alive, and which…
Isn't.
For that split second before my brother answers, I can feel myself trying to decide which twin I would prefer to be alive. I remember all of my happier moments with my two brothers, but I can only really remember one. Fred.
Please be Fred! I know I shouldn't say that, but my heart is telling me to. All the time, everyone would say "Fred and George," not "George and Fred." And Fred was always more noticeable, as if he was the leader.
"Fred. I'm…Fred," he answers. Thank God! But…wait! No! How horrible of a person can I be? Oh my goodness…George is dead!
I sink to my knees as Fred walks away, and cry for my lost family member. Yet something doesn't exactly feel right.
"George…" I say, but for some reason, I feel like I'm trying to convince myself of something…
And now we're here. Dumbledore keeps asking us stupid questions - why won't he just shut up!
One of my family members is gone. I wonder if everyone else is alright. Maybe He went after them too.
But I guess he didn't. Percy just came in yelling…I don't know why he yelled, it's not like he cares about us. How can you leave your entire family and actually care about them. He's looking at me just like Harry does, like he feels sorry for me. I can't stand that look, so I turn around and look at my feet. It's always very comforting to look at your feet. It just…relaxes you.
Percy starts saying something, I can't make it out. Then he asks a question: Where's Fred? I look at Hermione, and she looks at Fred. He turns to us for a moment, confused, then he looks back to the ground. It's as if he's thinking about something. I nudge him, and he looks up to Dumbledore. Percy asks the question again and I can see Fred and Dumbledore exchanging a look. Fred then answers the question, finally.
"I'm…right here…"
Percy is about to say something, but he stops. I'm actually listening to him now, because I'm completely confused. But, I don't know what I'm expecting to hear…or what I want to hear. Why do you only listen to people when you don't actually want to?
Percy stands in front of Fred, and they look at each other. Percy gives Fred that look, and Fred seems to hate it as much as I hate it. Then Percy does something strange. He calls Fred by the wrong name…George. Maybe…but no. Fred yells at Percy. It almost makes me happy that Fred is telling him off. But now, wait. Now he's crying!
I look down. I can hear Hermione gasp and look at me, I can tell she's worried. I can't believe it! It's not George that is dead, it's Fred! And I knew! I tricked myself into believing my brother's story, when I was right all along. I don't know what to do…but something feels lifted off of me. I nod my head absentmindedly, then listen to my two brothers falling to the ground in each other's arms.
This just can't be happening! I don't know what to do, so I just start crying. Something is wrong with me though. I'm drawn to Percy. I don't know why, but I'm walking towards the person I hate most.
Now, something is coming over me. I simply fall to my knees and crawl to my two brothers as if I am a baby. Percy takes me in as if he's my father. How could I have hated him, when I know he loves me so much.
My head is turned away from everyone else, but I can hear Hermione crying softly as she moves closer to Harry. I hear the brush of their clothes connecting as he holds her. Then, after a few moments, I hear the door open and close, and it is just me and my two brothers. It is just my family and I.
