Saint Mungo's loomed in the distance. Her two best friends were housed there, letting out a heavy sigh she walked through the doors. She headed to the fourth floor to see her two best friends in the whole world. The healers nodded to her as she passed to head to Ron's room. Standing outside the door she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. In her hand she held a letter with his name written in her beautiful handwriting.
Upon opening the door she saw him, his red hair scattered on the pillow, eyes closed like he was sleeping. That wasn't what he was doing, he was hit with a curse and now was fighting a battle inside himself for his life. She straitened his hair with a slight smile. He still looked like boy she loved. She sits in the chair next to him and takes his hand.
"Hey Ron, I got some news. You probably won't like it, but I don't know if you'll ever wake up. I have to do what needs to be done. I am going to fix everything. I love you, but I have to go." She kissed his hand, then his forehead, and left the room.
In the hall she held back a sob, and walked to the station where the Healers were sitting. "If he wakes give him this." She said as she handed them the envelope.
Harry's room was at the end of hall, private and secluded. No one needed to know that the savior of the Wizarding World had lost his mind and now spent everyday just looking blankly out the window. Harry was like a brother to her and she couldn't stand seeing him like that. His hair that was never tidy was kept under a wool hat. He was sitting in a comfortable chair with his head to one side, when she entered the room. Like always
"Hello Harry." She said quietly as she occupied the seat next to him. "I still don't know if you can hear me or not, but I've got something to tell you. I can't stay in England anymore. Every time I go to my house I see my parents ripped to pieces all over the floor and the blood everywhere. Ron's in a coma he may never wake from and you are catatonic. Sometimes I see pain on your face but you are normally blank. I'm standing on an edge and if I stay here I will fall. I can't tell anyone where I am going, because I don't know where it is. I'm going to Bulgaria, I need to learn to fly and I know Viktor will help me." She looked at him and her eyes filled with tears, "Harry I miss you." She sobbed.
She let it all out, all the pain that she held inside as Harry, the boy who lived, the man who killed Voldemort, stared blankly out a window.