---Phoebe:- "Keep running!" I yelled as Ron slowed down with Phonix on his back now. "I feel something wet running down my back Pho!" I rolled my eyes and then told him to hurry up. Hours later we stopped in the middle of the forest. "...Ron, oh gosh Ron we need to get out of here!" I screamed in tears. "What? Shush Phiebe or they'll here us! Now what ever is the matter, you're acting insane!" "Ron! We need to leave! This is were Peter and I fell inlove! See? The cave we lived in for such a long time is right over there! He climbed into that tree and left me! I sat right here and I cried for hours in the freezing cold and-" "Hun! I know everything that happened. But, tonight we HAVE to stay here." I nodded my head weakly and then looked at Phonix. "Phonix? Honey wake up...Oh my gosh...Ron they shot her!" "What!" Ron yelled as he rushed to her side and pulled up her dress. "Oh good Lord! Um,...They shot her dead center in the spine Pho! What can we do?"

 I just sat there, stunned...Scared to death that I was loosing one of my children. "Um...I-I don't know!" I whispered. Ron looked around and then perked up and reached in his pocket. He took out a swiss army-knife. He looked through it and then said ahaha! And pulled out a pair of tweezers. He reached for the bullet but the bullet hole wasn't big enough to get into. So Ron took out his razor blade and then so carefully cut four long lines like a plus-mark going off the bullet hole. He bent over to her side and I think puked a little because he came back up and wiped his mouth off and out. He took the tweezers agian and carefully yanked out the bullet and sewed it up with some needle and thread that I had on me. When he was done he set down Phonix and then tried to shake her awake. "Phonix? Please wake up it's dad! C'mon please!" Ron pleaded to her.

 Then, very slowly he reached over to her chest and layed his hand down above her heart. Tears trickled down his chin and onto her torn and burnt dress that looked so beautiful on her. I nodded my head and asked, "Is she dead?" He shook his head and looked at me. "No, she's in a coma." He said with a very seriouse face. I put my head down on my arms that were wrapped around my knees so tightly it pressed agiasnt my chest so it was hard to breathe. Ron looked at me and yanked off my arms. "Stop trying to kill yourself," he said in a stern seriouse voice. I nodded and then let my arms dangle on the ground. "She'll be fine." Ron told me before he laid down to sleep.

 "Will she Ron? Will she?" My mind repeated that phrase all night. I didn't sleep at all, I didn't even blink. In the mornign Ron looked at me and then said. "Why don't you rest?" "No," I said sternly. "What if she wakes up for one second and I'm over here sleeping like a stupid idiot!" I yelled as I pried Ron's strong hands off my arms. "Okay." He said just barley loud enough for me to hear. So, for a month I just lied there. Watching and waiting for her to wake up. I knew she was still alive because I had done a spell and made a breathing machine for her and an IV and everything she would need. Then, one day. Her heart rate started to slow down. "Pho, I'm taking her off the machine. We have tp let her go." I nodded my head and he shut off the switch. The heart rate got slower...and slower.....and slower.......and finally. Stopped. Ron left, but I stayed. I stayed with her, I couldn't leave my baby. More importantly, I couldn't leave Charlie's baby that she had left, for me. I felt like we murdered Charlie's baby. We just...shut off her air and left her to die! I began to cry...then it got faster and more fierce. "Ron! Bring my baby back! Bring her back!" I screamed as tears soaked my face and began to soak him. "I'm sorry Pho. I'm sorry. But you know we had to do it..." He whispered in my ear as he pulled me closer to his chest. "Promise...Promise me you will never ever ever leave me Ron...never."

 He shook his head, "I promise, I promise." He repeated as he closed his eyes and kissed the side of my head. He picked my legs up and carried me to a cottage that he had made over Phonix's coma. He walked boldly like he was made of steel. Not a single emotion showing on his perfect pale face. Later that night I could hear the shovle hitting rocks and then total silence. Ron had got done patting the grave and burrying Phonix. I cried as soon as the noise stopped, knowing that she was gone forever now. Ron walked in and then said, "We will look for the kids in the morning." I nodded and then closed my eyes for bed.