A/N: Aww. It's 'Depression' time. I've been dreading this day…It's going to be set after the war. And…yeah.

DISCLAIMER: If only…TT.TT

Harry looked into the sunny sky and sighed. 'Why can't I feel like this beautiful day?' he thought to himself, looking away.

It was after the war; Harry was no longer a teenager. He was twenty nine, and he had a family to take care of. But his depression had taken over, and Ginny couldn't stand it.

"Harry," she had scolded him the other night, "You can't be so sad! We have a child in the house, and he can't be all…emotional. You need to be happy…am I not making you happy?"

"Ginny, it's not that," he had said for the thousandth time. "It's the war…"

"The war is over, honey."

"Not in me, it's not," he had mumbled. That was the end of their conversation, the one sentence that always ended everything.

Harry thought about the losses he had gone through once again. Hermione, Seamus, and Fred had died at the hands of the Death Eaters. Ron was still in that damn coma; Neville, Dean, and the rest of there group had still never been found. And Harry couldn't even think of what happened to Lupin…Too many nightmares…

Harry heard Ginny coming outside, and looked at her.

"It's time for dinner, Harry," she said tenderly. He nodded. "George is here too. He decided to visit…Is that okay? I know how sensitive you are about Fred, and…"

"No, I'll be fine…" Harry said, walking past her to see his son, William, and George sitting there, George levitating William's food. Harry felt so many emotions at the sight of this…Happiness…Fear…Sadness…But mostly depression. George looked at Harry, who was standing in the door.

"Hey, Harry! How's it going? Are you okay? Healthy?"

"Merlin, George, you ask way too many questions!" Harry said, smiling. "I'm good. Fine. And I have fantastic health." George smiled.

"How's my nephew? Getting good grades?"

William smiled cheerfully. "I'm in kindergarten. You barely get grades!" Everyone laughed at that, then sat down to have meatloaf.

After dinner, Ginny put William to bed, and George and Harry went into the living room to talk.

"How are you for real, Harry? I can tell that the war is still troubling you." Harry sighed.

"You were always the more observant twin," Harry muttered, making George grimace (he didn't like talking about Fred very much). "I'm just having one of my spells…"

"You're depressed again, aren't you?" Harry nodded, and George sighed.

"Me too. Just been thinking about everyone…"

"Yeah. How's Ron? He's been in that coma for way too long," Harry said. 'Five years, in fact,' he added in his head. George looked back at the empty hall to see if Ginny was done tucking in William yet, and, seeing that she wasn't, he said, "I'll tell you in a minuet."

As George went off to get Ginny, Harry's heart flew up into his throat. He was nervous.

'Was Ron alright? Was he awake now? Oh, I hope to Merlin he is…' Harry thought over and over until Ginny and George came back into the living room. Ginny was pale, and Harry noticed that she was shaking; she must've been nervous too.

"Okay, Ginny…Harry. Ron, as you know, was in a coma for very long. Five years we have waited for him to wake up. He means a lot to everyone in the family, including you, Harry. I am here to tell you this, before anyone else has the chance too. Ron…" George choaked up. "R-Ron…has…he died at eleven fifty five last night." He started to cry, as did Ginny. Harry just sat there in a stunned state.

"He's…dead. My best mate is dead. What did they do? Cut off his life support?"

"Yes; it was in his living will. He…he said that if he was on live support for more than a year, we should shut it off. Mum just now gave in," George said, wiping the tears from his face. Harry looked away, then stood up and walked silently to his bedroom. Ginny tried calling him back, but he couldn't hear her over his building emotions.

He walked into his room, shut the door, sat down with his back against it, and cried violently.

A/N: SADD. Well…it's finally over. Tell me what you think.