I’m sorry, Dong Chan. I’m sorry for being stupid. Did I do something wrong again? Did I make you ashamed again? I’m sorry for being your brother, Dong Chan. Don’t cry. If you didn’t do it, that’s good enough. It’s okay for me to die. I’m not scared at all. Not scared of death at all. Your brother is going to be alright.
Ron tripped dazedly toward Harry and Hermione. “You’re okay,” he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly.
"I thought - I thought -"
“‘M all right,” said Ron, patting her on the back. “‘M fine.”
"Ron was great," said Tonks warmly, reliquishing her hold on Lupin. "Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you’re aiming at a moving target from a flying broom -"
"You did?" said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck.
”Always the tone of surprise,” he said a little grumpily, breaking free.