Zabini silenced Ron. His last words went unheard. Absorbed into the past without leaving any kind of mark on the present. And yet, it was torturous to look at. His frightened expression, the way he locked eyes with Hermione one last time. The hatred she saw there. Zabini uttering the Killing Curse. The flash of green light. The way he went limp. And then silence. Darkness. Nothingness. She fell to the ground, unconscious. 