Hello, Mudblood

His Death

There they were, Ron and Hermione, on a beautiful spring day, standing before each other beaming into one another's eyes.

It was their wedding day.

Hermione's dress had a very long, white, lacy train. Her dress part was a beautiful soft white top with no sleeves or straps. She wore a necklace (refer to thatweasleygirl17 's The Wizard Games- it's AMAZING) that Ron, her love, had given her.

Ron was in his dapper black tuxedo with a shining (magically of course) red and gold tie- the Gryffindor colors. But his brilliantly white smile was even brighter.

As Ron lifted Hermione's veil, her shining, chocolate eyes stared back into his.

They seemed to be mocking, "Well, are you going to kiss me first, or will I have to?"

Birds were chirping their happy song and Fred and George were hooting and making kissy noises... But nothing else mattered to them except eachother.

They leaned into each other, their lips fitting together perfectly. The kiss filled the couple with happiness and pleasure, and if all lovey-dovey emotions could be poured into a kiss that lasted 5 seconds... This was the kiss that did it.

But it would be the last.

Right in the middle of the aisle, Ron let out a bloodcurdling shriek. Hermione screamed as Ron was suspended in the air, gasping for oxygen. Then he was thrown into the altar and a large explosion blew across the room.

Hermione ran as fast as her high heels would let her- "No, no no nononono..." she thought in despair.

She reached him, but too late. There he was. his body was twisted in awkward positions. Hermione let out a loud cry and held Ron's head to her chest.

"WHY??!! WHY TODAY?? WHY EVER?!" she sobbed, tears pouring out of her once happy eyes.

As the dust cleared, the crowd saw the couple, and kneeled. All except Harry, Ginny, and the rest of the Weasleys.

Molly Weasley reached out to her son in agony, her usual happily shining eyes now shining with wet, glistening tears. Fred and George, the twins, looked sadly down at their brother's blank face. Charlie, Bill, and Fleur all cried at the sight of his twisted body. Ginny and Harry started to cry at the sight. Ginny touched her brother's face gently.

"I-I will a-always-s love y-you, R-Ron," she blubbered out between sobs.

A happy wedding reception had become a sad, gloomy funeral.