A/N: My mate Michael is the reason behind this one. But Megan, if you ever see this, or anybody else I know for that matter, do not read into that statement, cos I do not mean it like that...
Anyways...
This is an R/Hr... In Hermione's P.O.V.
So all you H/Hr fans can either leave, or stop being so blind! IT WON'T HAPPEN! JK SAID IT HERSELF YOU FOOLS!
Luv ya, enjoy the fic :)
FireAtWill52.
Under the midnight sky:
There is supposedly a time and place for everything.
If this statement can be believed, then there is a time and place to live... a time and place to love... a time and place to die...
There could even be a time and place for all three at once.
This, however, is highly unlikely.
Except it happened.
Once.
To me.
The war was raging all around us, but he stayed beside me the whole time anyway. There were hundreds of others he could have chosen to try and protect; his sister, one of his brothers, his parents, Harry... but he stayed with me.
It was the middle of the night, and the moon was high and perfect in all its blazing glory above us, but that was ok because Lupin had taken his potion.
The battlefield was lit up with different lights; silver moonlight and red Stupefy spells, white starlight and green Killing curses.
There were people everywhere and no-one could really tell whether the person coming towards them was friend or foe until it was too late. We saw Padma Patil take a wild guess, and her twin sister Parvarti fell dead at her feet. She guessed wrong.
And the cases in which the foes were known were just as terrible. We saw Oliver Wood duelling with Marcus Flint, the old Slytherin Quidditch Captain turned Death Eater. They screamed the Killing Curse at the same time. Green light blinded and killed, and they both lay dead. Harry would later remark upon the cruel irony of their deaths; they had been rivals to the very end, he said, yet even in the end neither one had managed to come out on top.
What we saw next was heart-stopping in a way nothing else could have been. Harry was fighting Voldemort, and Ron and I were frozen in dread, unable to help him. Malfoy senior came to towards then, and I killed him. There was no feeling of satisfaction. When we turned back to duel before us, Harry was on his knees, bleeding from a terrible head wound. Fear evaporated, as Voldemort raised his wand. Ron and I ran forward. If Voldemort wanted Harry, he'd have to get through us first. Irritated by our interference, Voldemort turned on us. He raised his wand, and so did Harry, on the ground behind him. Voldemort had to make a choice, but for Harry, it was too easy. He choked out, "A...AVADA... KED...KEDAVRA!" before he passed out from blood loss. One heartbeat later and Voldemort made his choice. "Avada Kedavra," he whispered, even as his last life fled from him. My vision was blinded by green.
Voldemort had chosen; he had chosen me. But it wasn't me that died.
Ron shoved me to the ground.
The curse took him full in the chest and he was dead even as he crumpled down.
He protected me. I'll never forget that.
He died for me. I'll never forget that.
I loved him. I'll never forget that.
There is a time and place for everything.
A time and place to live, a time and place to love, a time and place to die.
I lived because of Ron, I loved because of Ron, and I died that night, on the inside, because of Ron.
Ron lying dead under the midnight sky.
I'll never forget that.
So long as I live, I will never forget that.
Fin.
Hope you enjoyed.
I was aiming for a kind of cut off feeling in this.
Hermione's recalling what happened, but instead of pain and sorrow, she feels numb and dead. Does that make sense?
Hope it didn't disappoint. It's rushed, but I'm tired and I just wanted to get it finished!
Please R&R
Adios, FireAtWill52.