Sober

Summary: I was bored, and listening to Sober by: Kelly Clarkson. It inspired me, and I hope you like it, or get it, or both. It helps if you listen to the song. Thank you.

Disclaimer: Though like many others I wish I did, but do not own Harry Potter, etc. I also do not own the song "Sober". All I own is the plot and my personal inspirational muse that visits me every now and then.

And I don't know
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing's real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I've been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me

The war was over. Things were supposed to get better, but they only seemed to get worse. Harry was different to say the least. Ron had developed a little problem, or maybe it was more than a little problem. I haven't seen Ron sober since the final battle, since I saw Voldemort fall. With the war over, Harry was supposed to marry Ginny. Ron and I were supposed to date and eventually marry. What happened to our happily ever after? Ginny ran off with Pansy Parkinson soon after the final battle. She only said something about finding herself, and then she walked out the door and didn't look back.

Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

It's been three months since I last saw my friends and family all happy, all smiling and laughing, all sober. It was Christmas, only three weeks before the final battle. We had gathered at Hogwarts to be in someway closer to Dumbledore. Christmas was one of his favorite holidays. I would give anything to go back in time to that day. Yes, Voldemort was still at large. The wizarding world was falling into utter chaos, but there was a ray of light that shined whenever someone laughed that day. Now, that light seems to be gone.

And I don't know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me

After the battle, it's like Harry lost his mind. Ginny leaving definitely didn't help, but that wasn't all of it. I guess the battle will never really be over in Harry's mind, and there is nothing I can do to bring him back. Now that Voldemort is gone, Harry acts like he has no reason to live.

Three months and I'm still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in but I know
It's never really over, no

Wake Up

Ron…I don't know what happened to Ron. Maybe the losses were too much for him. Mrs. Weasley now resides in the same ward as Neville's parents and Gilderoy Lockhart. Mr. Weasley was killed by Blaise Zabini before Neville got to Blaise himself. Luna Lovegood was killed slowly and painfully by the Cruciatus curse by Draco Malfoy and his father, Lucious. I know Ron loved her. He might have even loved her more than me. Many more died as well. Fleur, Cho Chang, Colin Creevey and his brother Dennis.

Three months and I'm still standing here
Three months and I'm getting better yeah
Three months and I still am

Yet, it has been three months since that Christmas day, and I'm the only one who's still sober. The Golden Trio is no more. It's been three months, but I still remember the joy, the light.

Three months and I'm still breathing
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I wake up

When Harry and Ron come back to me, and now I'm forced to say if they come back to me, I'll hold them close. Then, I'll help them see the light again. I've put Ron in a rehab, and enrolled Harry in a muggle life sessions. Hopefully in three months, they'll be back, and I won't be the only one who's still sober.

Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

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