Author's notes: Greetings to all of you who are reading this. This is my first (posted) fic and I do hope that it is up to the standard of the wonderful authors and readers on this website. With that, I would just like to say, please be gentle! I sort of based this on a Bollywood movie I had watched at my friends (Yes, there were subtitles!) but made more sense of it. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Guess what happened today? Go on, guess! Yes! That's right! JK just gave me the rights to Harry Potter! So I am now the sole owner of HP! … … … Okay, so she didn't… but I own the plot and imagination behind this story and that's as good as it gets.

A dark grey cloud stretched across the sky, as far as the eye could see. There was lightening, shortly followed by thunder. The world was – literally – dark. It mattered not whether you were in France or Hiroshima or in a local park in London; the darkness was still there.

Amidst the darkness – in a small park – lay three friends; relaxed and calm, greatly contrasting those around them. People were panicking and the majority of the population were becoming paranoid. Their theory that the world was going to end, however, was not far from acceptable in both the Muggle and Magical societies.

The three people lying in the park stood out as much as the sun would, were it shining that day. The silence between them was there since their arrival in Little Manor Park and wanting so badly for it to end, Ron sighed loudly. Understanding fully well his intentions, Hermione turned towards Harry and spoke.

"Harry, we brought you here for a reason beyond getting fresh air. To be honest, we really came out here to talk to you about…well about everything really. You've been so quiet since you've been at the Burrow and both Ron and I are worried about you…"

"There's no need to be," Harry replied, "I'm fine."

"You don't look it, mate," Ron, turning to face him, put forth as an argument worthy enough for a reason to Harry's depression. "I mean, you look really pale and you haven't eaten much and, to be quite honest, mate, I think you're going through an early menopause."

This crude joke was applauded quite literally by Hermione, who had hit Ron across the head muttering: "You're so facetious!"

"Listen, I'm fine really…and Ron, you're jokes get worse every day, I swear. I'm not taking you to Godrick's Hollow if you intend to crack stupid jokes." He feigned a smile and walked of murmuring "I'm gonna walk around for a bit…" Hermione had risen to follow him but Ron grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Leave him," he said, "I think I've caused enough damage…" Hermione hit him again.

"Ow! Was that totally necessary?"

"Ron, what made you think a joke would cheer him up? What, in that tiny, little mind of yours, made you think that he would laugh at such rubbish?"

"Hey," Ron pulled his hand away from her arm, scowling, "that was harsh…'tiny, little mind'…"

Hermione sighed and knelt down on the grass.

"I'm worried about him…" she said. Harry had been incredibly quiet the past four days, he had been eating very little and alienated himself from everyone in the household. She frowned at his retreating figure. "I really am…"

"I'm worried too," said Ron, "but maybe he'd be better off on his own for now… he knows we're his best friends and we're there for him when he needs us. I guess right now he doesn't so we'll leave it to him to tell us when he does." Hermione smiled lightly and turned to face Ron who was rubbing the back of his head. She giggled.

"Sorry about that," she said. Ron looked up at her and glared.

"I'll bet you are. You'll be even more so when I get pay-back…"

"And how do you intend to do that Mr. Weasley?" Hermione asked, regretting she had said anything as Ron knocked her down and began tickling her mercilessly. Laughing, she attempted to push Ron off her but to no avail; he had gotten much stronger since he had been playing Quidditch for Gryffindor.

"Ron! Get off me!" He didn't. He did stop however, smiling down at Hermione.

"It's quite amazing how we can have fun when our best friend's suffering," he said.

"Like you said, when he needs us, he'll tell us. He never said we weren't allowed to have some fun…"

What AM I saying?! Harry needs us whether he thinks alike or not!

But gazing into Ron's eyes prevented her from helping Harry. She lay there, staring into the ocean that was Ron's eyes unaware that he was slowly leaning towards her. His lips were only a few inches away from hers when a loud roar of thunder caused both of them to jump, startled. Having what could have been a beautiful moment ruined, Ron got up and Hermione suggested they go find Harry and return to the Burrow.

Not far from the gates of the park, the two had found Harry.

"There's a storm brewing, we should go," he said looking up at what once was a summer sky. The others nodded and they made their escape from the muggle world back to the magical.

Not that it made much difference.

Both were doomed to turmoil eventually.

Author's Notes: Reviews much appreciated, even flames. Just please note that flames will be used to roast marshmallows and possibly the deeds to the flame-ers house/apartment/bin. No, I'm joking! ) Or am I? Hmm, that's something to consider.

Anywho, more romance and action to take place in the next chapter…I just felt it a decent place to end.

Well, TTFN! Until the next chapter lovely people!