A Brother's Love

Chapter 1- The Day Like No Other

Dedication to DeathAngel99 cause she comments on EVERY single chapter unlike some *nudge*nudge* Also you might be wondering why isn't I'm not uploading another chapter of RWHL. For that story I am muse-less at the moment. Seriously, I'm kind of forcing myself to write it and the next one is a hard chapter to write and I don't wanna mess it up so I'm going very slow on it... Anyway, on with the show - FAN, VOTE, COMMENT PRETTY PLEASE <3

anything you recognize belongs to the awesome JK Rowling!

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As soon as  he saw Harry, Ron shot up, faster than he thought possible, and he skillfully kept his sharp eyes on his friend's form.

"Please don't go..." A small, timid voice said as Ron made moves to leave the Great Hall and stop his friend from walking towards his death. Ron looked down and his heart almost stopped at the sad, heart-wrenching sight.

Hermione was sitting on the ground while looking up at him with a forlorn expression that made Ron almost instincitively sit back down.

Almost.

She stuttered again, thickly through her tears, "Please don't leave me..."

Unable to stand seeing her depressed, tearful expression, Ron knelt down beside her and whispered softly, "Don't worry, I'll be right back." Hermione only gazed fearfully at him for a moment before she nodded uncertainly and she let him go, without any other questioning that she might of had in mind.

Without wasting a moment, Ron stalked quickly out of the Great Hall. The first thing he noticed was that his footsteps stood out like a sore thumb; their hard stomping echoing through the hall. At the sound, people turned and looked around for the source, their eyes lit with curiousness, only to die back down to a dead, dull form once they saw who it was.

He ignored their bewildered looks and he continued walking towards the outside, free from the suffocating air where death just seemed to hang. When he strode through the giant doors, he noticed that they were barely holding on, threatening to fall off their hinges and crush some innocent -- or not so innocent -- bystander.

And then, instantly, an overwhelming feeling of panic came over Ron yet again, except this time he didn't brush it off.

This time he embraced it.

As soon as that thoguht corrupted his mind, his walk became a flat out sprint, huffing and puffing like a damn wolf in some fairy tale. His fear for his friend overwhelemced his feeling of vulnrability as he sprinted across the blood-covered grounds, his throat dry, eyes going wet, and his threating to beat out of his bruise-infected chest.

His eyes carefully avoided the crimson blood that was splayed across the once clean grass. Bits of broken rubble was also thrown across the grounds; an after-effect of the battle that had taken place earlier in the day.

He only had to run a few more seconds before Ron finally saw the outline of his friend come to. A sigh of relief seemed to explode out of his chest, and with a still hammering heart, the boy-- no man, came to a stop.

"Harry," Ron called out, panic laced vulnrably in his voice, "why in sodding hell are you out here?"

Harry's outline froze and slowly and painfully, he turned around. Bruises covered his body, much like everyone else, but instead of the fire that was always lit in his eyes... there was nothing.

Not even a damn spark.

It was obvious in the way that his face showed suprise, that he was expecting to be alone. But when he spoke moments later, his voice had a low, almost dangerous quality to it. Like he was mad at Ron for trying to save his life. His voice also lacked its usual lustre, or any source of happiness.