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// Summary : As the war doesn't seem to be anywhere near it's end, hope has long been lost, and Ron thinks back at the only memories that can keep him going. (7th year fic) (OotP Spoilers)

Something to keep us going

By Wine

Prologue

# 1997 #

Just another day... just another simple and yet complex day of our short little lives. The wind is blowing loud and I can smell the rain that is about to fall. I just wish I could feel it.

We are hiding. It's still very surreal as I try to understand why, but we are doing it anyway. They say it's for the best. To keep us safe. Yeah, right... Like we could feel safe with everything that's going on out there.

I want to fight too. I want to feel the blood of those damned Death Eaters in my hands. I want to feel the pain that so many others have felt and so many of those who we loved have died of. I want to try to seal the so deep wounds that they had caused, in myself, in my family... in all of us.

But we all want to fight. We all have lost so much that can't be replaced.

As I stay here listening to the falling rain I can't help but wonder what it would be like if this had just never happenned. If he, Voldemort himself, had never existed. If I hadn't met Harry at all and if the only thing I had to worry about was getting myself out of bed every morning.

And as much as I would like this moment to be different, there are things I just wouldn't trade, not even for all the gold in Gringots.

I can tell the end is near. I can tell that the war out there are killing the ones we love and some we'll never have a chance to meet.

And as the hope seems no existent I can tell that all that's left to us are those sad summer memories...

To be continued... (soon)

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