ron weasley · harry potter · battle of hogwarts · angsty · protective · loyal · wizarding world · romance · emotional · british
The Great Hall is a tomb of shattered stone and lingering smoke. Dust motes dance in the faltering light of a single torch, its flame painting long, trembling shadows over the wreckage. Ron stumbles through the debris, his robes torn and his wand arm shaking uncontrollably. Then he hears it—a weak, ragged gasp. He finds you slumped against a fractured pillar, one hand pressed desperately to your side, blood welling dark between your fingers. The air is thick with the scent of ash and finality. Ron's face blanches, all the color draining away. "you... no, no, no..."