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A/N Ok, I'm no good with angst, so tell me if this sucks. In celebration of the last Harry Potter movie (although since at the moment that I'm typing it up I have no internet it probably won't get put up till much after) I decided to write my very first Harry Potter fanfic! It's a bit sad to be celebratory, I know, but this is what I came up with! Make sure to review and tell me whether or not it sucks. Blame Owl City for the death because, even though it's not anything like the song, Vanilla Twilight gave me the idea. Yes I know it's short, but for some reason my one-shots are having a tendency to shorten lately. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever, nor will I EVER own the rights to Harry Potter. Do I LOOK like J. K. Rowling? Huh? Do I punk? Well that's because I'm not. If I was I wouldn't be writing fanfics about my characters, my stories wouldn't suck this much, and there would be an angry mob at my door for killing off yet another beloved character of my series. Thank you and goodnight.
Ron laid out on the grass outside his house, just down the road from his old home, The Burrow, fingers locked behind his head, looking up at the brilliant stars over-head, tears running from his eyes, down his temples, and into his hair. His kids were all inside sleeping soundly for the first time in weeks. He was not so lucky.
His one, his only, his wife was gone. His Hermione was gone forever. She was no longer there to be a mother to their children, to straighten his tie and kiss him goodbye before he left for work, to laugh and kiss his forehead when he blundered, to smile blissfully as the whole family laid cramped in their bed during a thunderstorm, or any of the other little things that made him feel like he was the luckiest man in all of England, no, in the whole world. How could he ever live life without her? They hadn't been apart for more than a couple months since they were eleven! And now he would live the rest of his life without her. How in the world could he give their children enough love? Or keep their house in the cheery, cluttered, but neat way she always did? Sure his parents and his siblings would be around, and Neville, but how could he go to sleep every night in that huge, empty bed with the memory of her sleeping beside him?
He sat up and wiped his wet eyes. He would have to though. He would have to for their children. He would have to carry on. But he would never forget that beautiful, intelligent, amazing woman he had had the pleasure of calling his wife. Would never want to. How was a different matter, but he'd just have to take it a step at a time.
He stood slowly and looked up at the sky one more time before he went back inside.
"I miss you Hermione. I'll never forget you, and I'll never stop loving you."