Apart Together by Maple and Mahogany.
Don’t die, Ron. Please, wake up.
The thought that saving me might be the last thing Ron did with his life is killing me. With every rise and fall of his chest I wonder if I’m watching his last breath pass his lips, holding my own until his chest rises again.
I’ve already heard the whispers calling me a hero. They don’t know that Ron is the hero. That everything Dumbledore said was true: love was my gift.
Ron was my gift. He shielded me from the last curse that Voldemort cast. Ron took Merlin only knows what kind Black Magic to the head and it gave me the extra second I needed to destroy Riddle once and for all.
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