Hey Ron
A girl walked slowly past the somber gray stones. Her head sagged down. Her black dress, ending a bit below her knees, whipped around her legs with her matching coat as the wind blew. The girl's soft brown eyes glistened with tears as she lifted her gaze slightly.
She stopped in front one particular stone. Engraved upon the grave stone in between two carved angels were the words Ronald A. Weasley. From her coat pocket she drew out a letter, placing it with the blossoms in her opposite hand. Looking down at it, a tear rolled down her cheek, dropping onto it.
Memories of the past flowed through her head. He had been missing for months. People had given up hope, made him this marker in memory. It was not as bad as the memories that tortured and teased her about what she was missing, what she could never have again. How was she supposed to move on? It had been hard for her.
She ran a hand through her hair. The girl rubbed her arm. She looked behind her at the car, half-tempted to turn around. She wondered if it was the right thing. She drew her gaze to the sky as she cried silently, tears, her only give-away. Her arms folded across her chest as she embraced herself. She swayed slightly. Then, she gently supported her head with her hand.
Her father walked up behind her. He drew her closer to himself, folding his arms over her own. She turned her head so it lay on his chest. She slowly dropped the note as he drew her away. The wind picked up the letter, the blossoms blowing across it. The letter flew open.
Hey Ron,
I'm writing to you not to tell you that I still hate you, just to ask you how you feel, how we fell apart. Are you happy out there in that great wide place? Do you think about yourself, do you miss your little girl? Do you even know if we're all right? Well, we're all right.
It's been a long, hard road without you by my side. Do you know all of the nights that we cried? You broke my mother's heart; you broke your family for life. It's not okay but we're all right. I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes, but those are just precious memories of mine. I spent so many months finding how to survive. Now, I'm writing you to let you know I'm still alive.
Sometimes, I forget. Yeah, and this time, now I miss you. I miss you. Hey Ron...
-Hermione Granger
It blew across the yard. The girl released herself from her father and ran across the yard after the letter. He reached out for her but she kept running. She almost tripped but steadied herself and kept going.
When she stopped, a boy about her age stood in front of her. He had red- orange hair and fair brown eyes. The boy held the note and two of the blossoms. He looked up at her and saw the tears. He reached forward to brush them from her face. She moved into his arms. They stood there as the world moved on, unaware of the young lovers, the peace and joy that filled the dreary place. For them, it stood still. She looked up slowly and smiled. He held her eyes before drawing her close again.
As soft as the wind, the girl whispered, "Hey Ron."