I think this is going to be a two-shot, I shall try and get the second chapter up as soon as I can. Please review

Chapter 1- How to Continue

The waves gently hit the rocks as I opened my eyes to the sound. I looked around trying to figure out if it had all been a dream. I was in my room with the ocean blue walls. My sheets were warm around my body. I looked out the window and saw the beach, a view that had always enthralled me. I looked down at my fingers, gazing at the diamond rings that rested there. I was almost too scared to look, but I had to, so I turned to see his side of the bed, empty. He was supposed to have been home yesterday. That's when I'd had what I hoped was a dream, a nightmare really. The messenger coming to my door, telling me he was sorry, but my husband had died in a plane crash on his way home. My stomach lurched at the memory, and I ran to the bathroom, as I dropped to my knees and disposed of everything I'd eaten yesterday. I put my hand on my growing stomach. I'd found out about my daughter two months adter my husband left. I was now six months along and had been prepared to surprise him with the good news. He'd never known, and now he never would. I rubbed my stomach in small circles, more to calm myself than the baby, as I thought about how I would get by without him. My heart ached and I knew without a doubt that if I hadn't had my daughter to look for, I would have let myself sink into a pit of depression. But I fought against it, for her, my baby. In this moment, I hated Ron. I had tried to convince him to use a portkey, but he had wanted to discover what the excitement was over all these muggle planes. I didn't know how I could bear it. I had always had him by my side since the time I was eleven years old. For fourteen years, he had been in my life and after five years of marriage he was gone. It was too soon. Harry had sent him on this auror mission; my best friend had sent the love of my life to his grave. He said that he was the only man he trusted for this particular recon mission. He had been gone for five months. No longer would I wake to red hair beside me, or hear his laugh. I knew it would take a while for me to feel whole again, if I ever did.

I heard a knock on my door, but I couldn't be bothered standing up to go get it. I didn't care enough anymore. I heard my front door creak open, and I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my knees.

"Mione?" I heard Harry's voice, and it made things too real. A sob escaped my throat, and once the first one escaped, it didn't stop. I saw Harry enter the room, and his eyes were as red and swollen as I guessed mine were. He pulled me into his arms and I rest my head against his chest, my entire body shaking with my tears.

"It's your fault," I whispered hitting his chest.

"Shh ,I'm so sorry Mione"

"It's your fault," I shrieked, pounding on his chest, feeling myself becoming more hysterical, "you sent him on this mission. You sent him away from me! You told him about the airplanes, it's all your fault Harry! And n-now my Rose is never going to know h-her father." I had pulled back enough to see his face, and I saw the pain that flashed in his eyes, as I collapsed against him again.

"I know, Mione. I'm so sorry. I wish I hadn't sent him. I'm so sorry." My heart shattered, and I clung to my best friend. He rubbed soothing circles on my back, and held me tight to him.

"W-Where's Ginny?"

"She went to tell the Weasley's. I came here, because I figured you would need me. I told her to go on." I nodded against his chest and let him hold me. My hand flew to my stomach, and I felt nothing but despair that she would grow up without her dad. That she would never have a brother or sister.

"Harry, what am I going to do?"

"You'll carry on. You always have. It'll be tough, but I know you can do it. And I'll be with you, every step of the way. I love you, Mione"

"I love you too Harry, but I don't know if I can. Ron was my everything Harry."

"I know Mione, I know."

"It doesn't feel like he's dead Harry. I feel like I would've known, but I didn't. It blindsided me. Harry I should've known something was wrong but I didn't... How could I not know if he'd died?"

"How could you have known?"

"I should have Harry, I don't know how, but I should have. I don't want to have to pretend like everything's going to be okay... but I'll have to"

"No one expects you to jump right back into your life Mione,"

"But I have to Harry, I have to. Things aren't ever going to be the same though, are they Harry?" I looked at him, hoping he would reassure me, tell me I was wrong, even though I knew he wouldn't.

"No Mione, no they aren't."