A/n: Okay, so here's the deal. This is the semi-sequel to my previous fic Hero. You have to read that before you read this. Also, This is very sketchy. I wrote this out of my insomnia and my own memory of Jon Wilson. Please tell me if this does not make sense. I will fix it. And this is an insane Death Fic. If it's not your cup of tea, don't read it.

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns 'em; I just mess with the boys a little. Title and Lyrics belong to Green Day and Billie Joe Armstrong.

Dedication: Jon; it's been over a year and we still miss you. Graduation is gonna be weird without you.

Ron's POV, btw

Ladeda-lyrics

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He didn't know how many times he had ran his hands across the photos on the floor; he smiled in the memory of his blissful ignorance. How could he not have known?

How could he not have known until Harry was gone?

Over a year and half ago, and those smiles still haunted him.

I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor. Reminds me of the times we shared; makes me wish that you were here.

He and Draco had become close over the past year; a death of a loved one tends to do that to people. They cried together and laughed together; they both shared their memories about Harry.

And Hermione.

Hermione didn't stand a chance after he was gone.

Now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life. Guess I've learned from my mistakes. Open the past and present, now and we are there. Story to tell and I am listening.

The red head relunctantly smiled at the memory of his ill-fated friend; Hermione was torn to shreds after Harry died. She didn't handle the death as well as He had.

All Ron remembers is her smiling at him before she went to bed; he smiled back not knowing that that was the last smile he would be on the recieving end of.

Her last smile haunts him, just as Harry's do.

Open the past and present and the future too. It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you. Loose ends tied in knots leaving a lump down in my throat.

It's hard to imagine how much you can lose in a year and half. You could lose your mom or dad, your little sister or your older brothers.

Ron didn't ask for much; he had two of the best friends in the world, and they had been taken away from him.

And as he wrote those final words on paper for his family to see, he smiled.

Gagging on a souvenir; lodged to fill another year. We'll drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds. Leaving myself open wide.

He only hoped that his smiles would haunt someone one day, just as smiles haunted him.

Living out of sacrifice.