It's never over

Dying/Two Roads

Today, March 1st, is Ron Weasley's birthday!
Happy birthday to a completely fictional character who I care more about than some real people I know

And some *happy* head canons to go with it

*not really*

Dying-
Oh, whom shall I write about this time? There's just so many *cries*

A flash of green light. That was all they ever saw. A flash of bright green light and their life ended. Gone, just like that. A simple curse, that anyone could say. But only those truly evil could actually preform the magic. The death magic. No cure, none. A small child in hopes of bringing back a dead pet may grab their parent's wand and mutter "Kedavra Avada" in an attempt to reverse the spell, but it is futile. There is no escape. There is no cure. There is nothing but a flash of bright green light and a heart that stops beating. Soon, a name is tacked on the list of the dead. Many are even unlucky enough to not be named. "He killed thirteen people, twelve muggles and..." "A family found dead in their home, thought to be the work of Death Eaters" The list goes on. But for them, it is easy.
"Quicker and easier than falling asleep."
It is a moment of fear snuffed out with their life. For others, it's not. It's a fight, a scream. A snake bite, as blood pours from the wound, remembering everything you did wrong. A wall that falls on you, crushing you as you laugh for the last time. A knife to the chest that not even magic can save. But no matter what, the dead and dying share one thing in common. A moment of fear, and a moment of peace. A moment realizing it is over, and you are free at last. Accepting it, for just a second, that make it not really dying at all, but moving on.

Two roads-
Ron had no idea what he was doing. He wanted to go back from the moment he left. Harry and Hermione needed him, he was being selfish. Of course Harry knew how it felt to wait for a name on the radio, a name listed in the dead. He had friends, he used to have Sirius. And now he was at a crossroads. One road went into a forest, and the other to a small town. He had no idea where he was going, what he was doing, or how he'd find then again. He started off towards the woods, in hopes of finding Harry and Hermione there by some chance, but something felt like it was dragging him to the town. He tried not to listen to it, but it became too strong and he changed direction.

That night was the night he heard Hermione's voice again. If he hadn't gone into the town. He may have never found them again.