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Ginny’s P.O.V

Dad cradled mom as she sobbed into his chest. I kept my eyes fixed on Ron’s tomb, trying to hold back my tears. I cradled Lily in my arms, the fell of her small, warm breaths on my chest comforting me as she slept. Everything felt so surreal. My brother couldn’t be dead. I refused to believe it.

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room - even Fleur was crying. Things were so different without Ron. There was no one to protect me even if I didn’t really need protecting, no one to have petty arguments with, no one to laugh at and laugh with….no one. He was gone forever.

Hermione got up to say a few words. She trembled as she clutched a piece of paper that had been folded and unfolded so many time that it was beginning to tear. She gave a sniff as she gently opened it, her face glistening from the many tears she had shed.

“Ron wrote this letter when he was at war,” she began, trying to speak clearly but she was shaking too much that it was rather hard to make out what she was saying.
“Dear Hermione,
I don’t know how to say this. You of all people know that I’ve never been good with putting words on paper so this is my first attempt without your help.
I’ve always felt something for you ever since our first meeting on the train. It was a if I had known you all my life and that we were meant to be together forever. I thought that we were just meant to be friends for a long time back then, being so young and everything. But as I got older I began to understand those feeling a lot better. You looked so beautiful to me all the time - even when we argued which was most of the time. I so desperately wanted you to notice me so that’s why I’d cause an argument so we’d clash. I wanted you to look at me differently and not just as a friend but I’d go the wrong way about it. It got worse in our forth year when you took an interest in Krum and you began seeing each other. I tried to be happy for you but I couldn’t help but feel jealous. I wanted you to be with me - not anyone else. That was when I realised that I loved you. But even now I find it hard to say those three simple words. You’re so beautiful, kind, intelligent, funny - basically I’m way out of you’re league. I came so close to telling you in our sixth year when we were at Dumbledore’s funeral. We touched for the first time and we were actually showing each other affection. But I told myself that it was a stupid idea and that you’d never want me. You’d only allowed me to touch you because you were upset about Dumbledore and needed someone to comfort you.

Now I’ve completely blew it Hermione. I’ve gone off to war and I don’t know when or if I’ll ever come back. I just want you to know that I love you. I always have done and I always will.

I just hope that you feel the same.
Ron.”

Hermione looked up and started to sob even more. “The thing is, I’ve felt exactly the same way ever since we first met. I’ve felt jealous whenever he’s been with someone else. I nearly told him that I loved him when we were at Dumbledore’s funeral. But I was such an idiot! It all my fault! He died thinking that I hated him! I love him so much. He’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. But I took him for granted. I should have told him and because I’ve my stupidity he’ll never know. I wrote back but it never reached him in time. It’ll never reach him….” Hermione covered her face with her hands as she was gently taken back to her seat by Fleur. That was when it finally sunk in. Ron was gone.

The service ended shortly and we all made our way out of the church. Hermione was constantly apologising for her outburst but we all understood what she must have been going through. “He wouldn’t have wanted me to do that. He’d have wanted me to remember the good times.” she sobbed. Lily had started to get unsettled and was starting to grizzle. I tried to hush her and calm her down but and uncomfortable jolt in my chest told me that there was something wrong. Not with Lily, but the environment around me. There was an ear-piercing scream and numerous death eaters and werewolves were running towards us. The aurors looked ready to fight but they were outnumbered greatly by the opposing side.

“Take Lily and get out of here!” I ordered, handing the most precious thing I had to Fleur. She looked startled for a second but obeyed. She hid Lily under her coat and made a run for it. I got out my wand and began dueling a female death eater. Just as I was about to win, a male death eater grabbed me from behind and tried to carry me away. I struggled and fought hard to break free but the female death eater immobilised me.

“Ginny!”

My dad came running towards me with his wand in the air. I tried to warn him but I couldn’t move.

“Avada Kedavra!”

My dad collapsed onto the ground as the death eaters carried me away. The female death eater grabbed me roughly as we began to apparate. The screams of my mothering the distance haunted me forever. Yet again, I had lost another man that was very close to my heart. I felt so helpless not being able to move. I had no idea what the death eaters had in store for me. All I knew was that I was going to suffer a tremendous amount of pain and there was nothing that I could do about it.

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