A/N: I really love this story. It's going to start off with the letter first because it just seems better and easier to read.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Ron Weasley is not mine and neither are the other characters. I do own the plot and my own cell phone. That's something, right? Or is it nothing?
Dear Ronald,
If you are reading this, then I must say I am probably dead. I needed to write this letter because I must say what I fel during your life at Hogwarts and after. I have to tell you what I truly think of Hermione and your's relationship. There are some things I can not tell her in front of you because you might become embarressed.
In your first year, I was so upset. I couldn't stand to see you leave me. Your brothers already did. All I had was Ginny, not that was a bad thing. But I missed my little boy. I was happy when you said you became friends with Harry Potter. You also told me about Hermione Granger. I remember you saying she was annoying at first but then you became her friend after you and Harry saved her. ''She's a girl, Mum, and I think I may like her more than a friend.'' I really wanted to meet this girl who was stealing my little Ronnie from me, his mum.
Your second year came too soon. You were leaving me again. I can remember meeting Hermione Granger's parents and seeing her. I didn't talk to her, though. You helped Ginny through the year and thankfully you did, or may I think, she may not be here with us. I can recall you sending me ''Mum, what if she dies?'' Poor Hermione. She had been petrified. She lived and I was as happy as you were. You still tell me to this day that no one could have been happier than you at that very moment in time.
During third year, I think I was going to take you out of school. Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban, and your father told Harry not to go looking for him. Look where that had gotten you. A broken leg. Sirius wasn't guilty and even though we had never gotten along, I remember being very happy. At the end of the year, Hermione still had her ''Bloody cat'' and Harry still had his Firebolt.
I finally met Hermione the summer before fourth year. I knew the way you looked at her and she looked at you was love. Your father and I could see you two together someday. Hopefully soon. The Triwizard Tournament had come and Viktor Krum asked Hermione instead of you. Rita Skeeter had stated Hermione loved Viktor and Harry. I couldn't stand it. When Harry said it wasn't true, I was excited. You had a chance.
In fifth year, You-Know-Who returned. I was worried and about to pull you out of school along with your brothers and Ginny. Harry, too, even. Maybe Hermione. I could see a little hope when you said Hermione and you didn't fight as much. ''It's like a miracle.'' I still smile.
Ronald Billius Weasley. You had gone out with Lavender Brown? The whole family thought you were going to ask Hermione out. But you had to make things complicated, didn't you? What did the family do to you?
The war. Oh, poor Fred. Lupin. Tonks. Even Colin Creevey. I was happy you, Harry, George, Hermione, Percy, Ginny, Bill, Charlie, and everyone else made it safely out. I remember our talks late at night. We talked about Hermione becoming your girlfriend, Fred, and Percy back in the family. Voldermort was never coming back to harm us.
On your wedding day, I cried. When you had Rose Jean Weasley, I cried. When you had Hugo Arthur Weasley, I cried. I am even crying now.
Love Always, Your Mum.
Ron let a tear shed at the end of the letter. His mum was gone and never coming back. As he walked up to the coffin, he whispered, ''Love always, your son, Ronald Bilius Weasley.''