Different Death
A/N I have always wondered what would have happened had Ron died in the department of ministries instead of Sirius and finally decided to attempt to write it. As with all the other fan fictions on this site-I don't own Harry Potter, I just like to play around with the universe that J.K Rowling created.
It all happened in barely a second. Everything around him was moving at light speed but his eyes were focused on only one place. Ron. He lay on the floor at the side, the weal around his neck highlighted by his paling face as he slumped further and further down the wall. Just as he was about to make his way towards his best friend to help, a flash of green light attracted his attention on the other side of the room. The killing curse had sailed by him, missing Sirius by a mere hair. Retaliating, Sirius began to fight his crazed, murderous with a passion. The killing curse having missed Sirius soared through the air heading straight towards one of the walls. Harry felt his chest restricting in absolute panic as he saw the curse fly- straight at Ron's chest. Having already been slumped on the floor, there was no noticeable movement from Ron but Harry saw his warm, hazel eyes fall shut, with no heartbeat to support it. Without realizing it, Harry fell on to his knees, his legs now unable to support him. The most painful fire, ignited in his chest resulting in him, unable to speak. Harry, didn't realize Dumbledore apparating in with style only to immediately begin rounding the death eaters up with ease. Nor did he notice Sirius or Remus come up behind him.
Sirius moved with speed he thought he didn't possess, as he rushed over to where his godson was kneeling on the floor. Praying he wasn't injured, Sirius roughly grabbed Harry's shoulders and turned him around. Only then did he spot the lifeless body that Harry had been clinging onto. Ron lay on the cold, hard, tiled floor, blood seeping helplessly out of the side of his mouth. Sirius gathered his godson up in his arms, gently pulling away from the cold body of his best friend. No tears ran down Harry's face. The burning fire that had been lit within him was muffled. Not extinguished. In a desperate attempt to convince himself that what had just happened wasn't real, Harry shut down his emotions.
Hermione didn't know what to think as Sirius carried Harry into the room where they had all assembled. She had been revived just before all the adults rushed into the main atrium to assist Dumbledore as he dueled Voldemort. Sadly, she had been expecting Harry to be there, right in the middle of danger. To see him in Sirius's arms looking every bit the child that she knew they both still were, was frightening. However, nothing she had ever seen before could have possibly prepared her for what came in after Sirius. Limping through the crumbling door was Remus. A look of grief seemed to have been permanently etched onto his face as in his arms lay Ron. He lay helpless in Remus' arms, permanently trapped in his lifeless body.
Her hand flew to cover her mouth as she realized what had happened. Unlike Harry, tears came readily for her, and they rolled down her cheeks as she ran over to Ron. Remus had fallen onto his knees, his arms still carrying Ron. The back of Hermione's pale, delicate hand gently stroked Ron's freckled face as one of her salty tears trickled down onto him.
A/N this is probably a weird place to end it but yeh. Spoiler: Hermione's tears do not magically awake Ron and neither will a true loves kiss. Anyway, hope you liked the first chapter. Please review if you liked it as it really helps.