Wrote this for a friend who was looking for a similar fic and couldn't find it. Might I add that it's been about five years since I last wrote a fanfic? Not to mention this plot's been done many times. Ah well. Here you are, Kayleigh.


"No you don't know how it feels! Your parents are dead!" The words echoed in Harry's head, long after Ron had stormed out. He was still angry at the redhead. How could he just leave like that?

It didn't matter. They didn't need him. Ron was only dragging them down. Harry shook his head and sighed in frustration. They had each other, after all. And a Horcrux with absolutely no method of destroying it.

Harry turned back to the tent and went to sit down in a chair with a heavy sigh. Hermione was sitting in the far corner, arms wrapped around her legs, looking forlorn. Lost. As if she didn't know how to continue on now that Ron was gone.

Beside her was the radio-that bloody thing-and it was playing the chords of a slow song Harry didn't recognize. He glanced over at her. She didn't notice him. She had her eyes closed, listening to the music. He finally made a move, deciding he couldn't just let her sit there and cry. They had to depend on each other. It was up to him to cheer her up.

How though?

He recalled one of his only pictures of his parents, the one he had held so many times, had run his fingers over so many times. Lily and James were dancing in the early fall. It was during the first Wizarding War, where good news was hard to come by, much like nowadays. But they still looked happy. Elated, almost. They savoured each others' company because when they had one another, that was all they needed. It was the happiest they could be.

He wanted that for Hermione. He wanted her happy. He needed her to be happy, to forget about Ron. He wanted to see her eyes light up, even for a little bit.

Admittedly his dancing skills were not the best, as seen by the Yule Ball. But perhaps that would make it better.

Or it could make it completely worse, but Harry was trying to be an optimist here.

Hermione looked up as he approached, offering her his hand. She gave him a weary look but finally took his hand. He could tell it was only to humor him.

Hey little train, we're jumping on...

What Harry wouldn't give to jump on the Hogwarts Express. Go back to first year, where the only thing they had to worry about was how they were going to be Sorted.

Harry reached out to take the locket from around Hermione's neck. The Horcrux had ruined everything. Disrupted their lives, ruined Ron. He wouldn't let it ruin Hermione. He couldn't let her be sad any longer.

He pulled her out into the center of the tent. His method of dancing was to sway with her while holding hands and she looked quite exasperated. Almost desperately he twirled her around, and there-the smile he had been looking for.

Their dancing became more foolish, more exaggerated. He may have stepped on her toes a couple times and it was certainly not exactly like James' and Lily's dancing. What was similar, however, was the smile on Hermione's face as he spun her. She was laughing, for the first time in weeks.

He pulled her closer to him and hugged her. She rested her head against his shoulder.

We're happy, ma, we're having fun, the train ain't even left the station...

As the song wound down and trailed off, they stilled. He almost raised a hand to pat her hair, to do something comforting. She looked up and pulled away. Her smile was gone and his heart fell with it. He thought wildly, what else could he do? What could possibly cheer her up? He stepped forward slightly, as if to kiss her, before she turned and walked away.

He watched her as she left him standing in the middle of the tent. The radio had turned into pure static now.

The train had gone without them.

And with it, their innocence.