Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, they belong to JKRowling.
A/N: This is a very dark fic and I love it to death. Once your finished reading, Read and review. (I put this at the beginning as to not ruin the effect of the story.)
Take My Last Breath
Its over. But at a cost that is devasating. Harry is dead, along with over half of the rest of the Order. I sit here on the dirt floor of the forest where everything happened, bleeding from varouis wounds I've aquired. Voldemort lured all of us here, and attacked us with over 50 deatheaters. The moment Harry was taken, it seemed like slow motion. A blinding light had caught us off gaurd. Once we could see again, Harry fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Voldemort claimed his world, and left along with his deatheaters, leaving corpses and the people too wounded to apparate behind.
I'll be dead soon, and Ron wont be too far behind. He is lying right in front of me with a gash across his stomach. "Hermione." He rasps. "I... I ... love you."
My last tears trickle down my cheeks. "I love you too, Ron." I colapse beside him, my body searing with pain.
"Take my last breath." he whispers, breathing shallowly.
I turn slowly and he puts his arm around me. My lips meet his gingerly. I feel a small smile play across his lips and he stops breathing. Closing my eyes, I smile, too. Slowly, my life slips away from me in a battlefield of corpses, being held by the person I loved from the moment I saw him in the train compartment, with a spot of dirt on his nose.
