At That Moment
Chapter 2: Ron
J. A. K., (iheartweasleytwins), I love you. Really, what would I do without you?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
In all my years of knowing Harry, I never gave thought to how he'd die. I guess I always thought that he'd live forever – well for a really long time anyway. Maybe because he was Harry Potter and a hero to the wizarding world and somehow heroes never die. At least in fairy-tales they don't. But this was no fairy-tale; this was real life. And no one has ever said that life is fair or that things turn out the way you want them to.
The last I saw Harry was when Voldemort made his announcement to hand over Harry. It was hard convincing Harry not to go but we finally managed it in the end. He had to realize the fact that all those people who are dying aren't dying for him or because of him; they're sacrificing their lives so that the world can be a better place without Voldemort. I thought we had finally convinced him but I guess we were wrong. I felt so stupid right now! How could I have been so blind? I, of all the people should have known Harry would do something like this. Merlin! If I hadn't been such an ass, this wouldn't have happened! Harry would still be alive and wouldn't have lost my best mate and brother.
I was fighting a bunch of Death-Eaters when I saw Harry. In Hagrid's arms, dead. I couldn't believe my eyes. I could hear people around panicking and screaming. I couldn't scream. I saw Ginny running towards Harry's body with a look on her face that made me want to comfort her. But – I couldn't. I just couldn't. I stood, rooted to the ground, unable to believe my eyes: because how could this body, this dead body, lying in Hagrid's massive arms belong to the guy I'd spent seven years with?
How could it belong to Harry Potter?
But it did. Just as this revelation struck me, Hermione rushed towards me. I hugged her long and hard, I squeezed the death out of her, but she didn't notice. She clung on to me, sobbing bitterly. A few tears also found their way down my cheeks. But that was all; I couldn't muster more – the shock was too much for tears. I found some comfort in the fact that Hermione was there. But it didn't – it would never – make up for Harry's loss.
Just then I noticed something strange. Harry's body – it had –
'Disappeared?' I heard Hermione saying in disbelief beside me.
'What the –?'
I looked around wildly, Harry was nowhere to be seen; I could see Hagrid sobbing unashamedly in his beard, unaware of anything else … and yet nobody had noticed that Harry's apparent dead body had walked off by itself.
As soon as I realised this, a whisper ran through the crowd which slowly increased to shouting. I saw Ginny noticing this, and suddenly, without another thought I dashed towards her yelling, 'He's gone! Harry's gone!'
I could see my relief mirrored on her face as we both stood there, smiles breaking over our faces – Harry, my best mate, was okay.
A/N: Okay folks, second chapter is up. Hopefully you guys like it. Took me a bit of trouble writing it – but hey, anyone can have writer's block, right?
Anyway, please review! It kinda sucks having a hundred reads and only one review.