Disclaimer: All characters and plot, is J.K.R.'s. I just came up with Ron's thought process. Hope you like it!!
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Chapter One
The Aftermath
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I sat there on the Hospital wing bed, listening to the Phoenix Lament. A few hours ago, Snape had killed Dumbledore. Malfoy became a Death Eater, and Bill had just been attacked by Greyback. Oh yeah. Things were going great. Well, some things were. Hermione and I are closer. I suppose that's good. I mean I like her, she likes me, but will we be able to do this with the final battle ahead of us? Will our love withstand the war? We all stood there, listening to the Phoenix Lament. We were all lost in our thoughts. I saw Ginny, my brave little sister stand closer to Harry. I saw Fleur and mom on the floor, still hugging each other, but now listening instead of sobbing. Dad was stock still, listening, his face towards the floor, grave. Lupin sat his hands in his face. Neville was still on his bed, so was Flitwick. Tonks had tears in her eyes and on her face as she listened to the Lament. My eyes then landed on the one person that I love. Hermione. Her bushy hair was even bushier from the battle we had just fought. There was soot and rubble in her hair and on her clothes. Her chocolate brown eyes were swimming with tears, her hand to her mouth. All I wanted to do was to walk over to her and pull her into a hug, and tell her that everything was going to be alright.
But how could I? I didn't know if everything was going to be alright! Who was I to give her false hope? Just then Professor McGonagall entered the Hospital wing.
"Mr. Potter. I must speak with you." Was all she said, but it snapped every one out of their revere, brought them from listening to their grief in a song. Harry nodded, and left with her. I was listening to the Lament, un-aware of everything around me, and thinking. I could feel a pair of eyes on me, but tried not to look up so I wouldn't catch those brown eyes that were full of sorrow and fear. I knew that if I looked into them, I would lose my cool, and break down, and let the tears that were threatening to come out come out. I instead concentrated on the thoughts that were running through my head.
What were we to do now? Get the other Horcruxes? How were we supposed to know where they were? Dumbledore knew where the first Horcrux was. We have no idea where the others are at. Why did Snape have to kill Dumbledore? Why did he have to take the one person that could help Harry away? And why, Why did Dumbledore have to die? And why were Hermione and I in the Phoenix Lament, I just knew we were. Don't ask how. When it was Harry who had to defeat Voldemort? When it was Harry who was the Chosen One?
Suddenly I knew why. Hermione and I would do everything in our power to help Harry defeat Voldemort. We were intertwined with the story all the way weather we wanted to be or not.
We would stay beside Harry to the very last minute of time.