After The War

It wasn't supposed to be this way. Things like this just didn't happen. The hero was supposed to survive to the end, not be killed by one of his best friends. It was two months after the war between dark and light had ceased. Voldemort was finally defeated; yet no one seemed to care at this moment. Everyone had lost too much. Ron had meant for the curse to hit the enemy, not Harry. At that time, every move all felt like slow motion, with him yelling 'Avada Kedavra', the Death Eater ducking, and finally, the shocked look on Harry's face as the curse hit him.

Too much had happened over such little time. The Boy Who Lived was now gone from the wizarding world forever more. Loved ones, such as Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, Hagrid, and many others were now dead as a result of other's actions. Hermione had tried to comfort Ron, trying to tell him it wasn't his fault, but no, it most surely was. The wand left in Ronald Weasley's hand had killed Harry, while his deep voice had said the deadly words. Guilt was just too overbearing.

I guess this is it. Maybe they won't miss me too much-I'll just be another one of those lost. I should have been killed during the war anyway. There's nothing left here for me here right now anyways. Hermione will surely understand.

With those depressing final thoughts, Ron took a bloody dagger and stabbed at his wrists with fury. Pain rushed incessantly through his body, and then, the hurts diminished. All that was left behind was the body of a now dead Ronald Weasley.

Hermione Granger slowly sat down next to an old tree. Thoughts had often run through her head about her, Ron and Harry remaining friends always, being together until the end of time. She had never thought that Harry would some day have to battle Voldemort and consequently, die. But it had happened, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

A few tears gently flowed down her cheeks while she thought about everything that had happened in the past years. At least now, Voldemort can't kill anymore, she thought, a bit cheered.

Getting up, she wiped tears from her face and walked towards the Wizarding School. Inside, it was deadly quiet, as one could be able to hear a pin drop. Her footsteps echoed around the castle. She pushed open a closed door and entered the room. Something glistened on the floor, which caught her eye, causing her to walk slowly towards it.

What Hermione saw shocked her, making her feel like she couldn't breathe anymore. This was too much for her. Tears welled up in her eyes and once more she began to cry, while squatting next to Ron's limp body. She cried throughout the night, for all the people that had died, for everything that had happened.

Someone was watching this outside the door. His cold, grey eyes stared at Hermione sitting next to Ron's body. Now, for the first time in his life since he was two years old, Draco Malfoy started to cry.