Note: If anyone gets confused, Ida would have been Ron's wife. Ron died a couple of years after he graduated from Hogwarts. That's when the story takes place.

Melancholy bells sounded at what would have been the happiest day of Ronald Weasley's
life. Ida Bell, who was now crying in Molly Weasley's arms, would have been a radiant
bride. And that empty space in everyone present's hearts should have not been there. As
that empty space was where Ron Weasley, once smiling and joking, dwelled, a mere
memory.

Harry Potter came to the funeral, dressed in black robes, as was proper. He could still
picture the day of Ron's death. Tears slid down his pale cheeks as the events reeled in his
mind.

Harry put up a courageous fight, just like his father James had. At the end, Voldemort
had the upper hand. Harry was weak, practically lifeless. He could year the high, cold
laugh. He expected to hear the words. Any minute now. He would be dead, probably
forgotten within a few weeks. Because then the Boy who Lived would die. But there
was no use. All was lost.
But then something happened. His best friend, his very best friend, Ron, came to his
defense. Ron was truly a Gryffindor. He was so brave, so courageous. Ron took out his
wand, and put up just as courageous a fight as Harry had. But he would become just
another one of Voldemort's victims. At least Voldemort had been decent. He had let
Harry say something to Ron before he died. Harry could still remember the last words
he spoke to Ron Weasley. "Look, Ron," He had said in a kind voice. "You got what you
wanted in the end. Be proud. You've made a difference. You did something that none
of your brothers would ever do. You fought Voldemort, Ron, and you were courageous."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Ron Weasley had died laughing.

Harry's godfather sat down next to Harry. "A penny for your thoughts?" "My thoughts
don't matter." "Ah, c'mon. I didn't know thoughts became so expensive!" Harry couldn't
help himself. For the first time in a week, he smiled. And Sirius smiled back. "So?" He
prompted. "Ron always felt he couldn't follow in his brothers' footsteps. He felt he was
a failure, and that he would always be a failure." Sirius patted Harry's back and gave him
a sad smile. "But he wasn't a failure. He got what he wanted, didn't he?" "That he did.
But he never did get married. He didn't even have time to leave an heir behind him."

Remus Lupin overheard. His eyes gleamed as he spoke. "But how could you be sure?"
Sirius caught on quickly. He grinned. "Let's leave Harry to his misery. Shall we go and speak to Ida?" To their surprise, Harry got up. "I'll come with you." So the three of them
made their way, through the sobbing crowd, to Ida Bell, who was blowing her nose on
a handkerchief that Ron had gotten her. She looked up, bleary-eyed, and saw Sirius,
Harry, and Remus. "Yes?" She asked and blew her nose again. "Ida... We were
wondering..." Harry blushed, so Remus took over for him. "Are you pregnant?"

For a second they saw a hint of Ida's usual sunny self reflecting through her eyes. "If you
must know, I am." She became bleary-eyed again. "Oh, but she won't have a father.."
"She?" Sirius was amused. "How can you be sure?" "Oh, I know some spells that would
impress even you." Her eyes twinkled as she said it. Sirius blushed, and the three of them
moved on to comfort Molly.