You Cried

I watched him.

The golden light surrounded him by the sun gave him the look of an angel.

He smiled and closed the door.

"Not here," I whispered. "Not Ron's bedroom. He'll kill us!"

"That doesn't matter," he replied. "All that matters is your tender kiss."

I kissed him.

His skin was soft and tanned.

His lips were perfect, moving rhythmically against mine.

His green eyes closed under his glasses.

My hair gently brushed his face.

His hands gripped by waist.

It was love,

I thought, love.

I giggled.

He laughed.

We went on laughing.

Downstairs, all Ron had to do was look at my swollen lips and flushed cheeks, at Harry's hair messed up even more (if that's even possible) and knew what we were up to.

Ron raised his eyebrows and stayed silent.

I flushed even more.

Ginny gave me a look of the deepest disgust and walked out of the room.

I laughed again.

I heard a strange muffled gasp and something-heavy fall to the floor.

I ran into the kitchen, only to come face to face with a pair of red eyes.

Voldemort raised his wand, and Harry's, Ron's and my wands flew out of our pockets.

Bodies were scattered on the floor.

The last of the Weasley's looks of sheer terror made me scream.

Tears trickled down Ron's face full of anger and hate, as I have never seen him before.

He ran with his fists clenched. He didn't need a wand anymore. He was to tear him limb from limb.

His effort was in vain as he fell to the floor, his face shining with tears and his face still full of anger.

Harry shouted. He screamed at him, all the things that I didn't want to hear. Things like he would die for me and therefore forever protect me.

I sobbed.

To think just a minute ago I was so happy, so carefree.

"And yet I carry your blood! So I can kill you and her. Your stupid little girlfriend!" he laughed his high-pitched laugh.

I started shaking violently.

Voldemort raised his wand again. A terrible ripping noise reached my ears and the noise of blood hitting the floor.

Harry still stood there, and a large part of his side detached itself from his body with a messy phut on the floor.

"Cry," Bellatrix laughed. "Cry."

"I won't cry," Harry whispered and fell to the floor.

"You FUCKER!" I screamed and ran towards Voldemort.

He laughed again.

A curious sensation came over my left arm.

There was more laughter.

I fell to face Harry.

Pain beyond pain and I screamed again.

Let it end, oh please let it end.

I saw Harry's face shining with tears.

I felt my heart rip in two.

"Y-you'll be okay."

I grabbed him with my remaining arm and kissed him.

My last attempt.

I wanted to say something.

There was more high-pitched laughter.

"Look," Bellatrix shouted. "He is crying!"

I summoned my last bit of strength.

"It'll be alright, at least we'll die together!" Harry reassured me.

I wanted to say something.

And I did.

"You cried."