Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters or any thing neat and interesting like that...:sigh:...on with the fic
The light drizzle was threating to become a heavy rain and the man standing in it didn't seem to care.Truth be told he didn't care, not about much of anything these days. His friends (what was left of them) would tell you that he didn't care about anything, from what he wore to whether he stepped infront of a speeding vehicle.They worried about him, and did all they could to help him, but it was anyones guess as to whether it was working or not.
"I know they mean well, but I just don't need their help, their sympathic looks and good natured prodding to get out more and move on with my life. Why can't they just leave me alone so I can deal with this in peace?" the man said speaking to hissilent friend. He thought back to the conversation he had with one of his well-meaning friends before he left to make his daily visit to the one person he could still talk to.
"Look, you can't keep shutting everyone out, you can't keep acting like,like you have no reason to get out of bed in the morning, because guess what: you do. You have me, Ginny, Fred and loads of other people who care for you.You know Geo-" his quiet voice cut her off.
"Let me guess, you're going to say something like: 'You know George wouldn't want to see you like this.' Well neither would Seamus or Neville or Luna or Dean or Collin or any of the others that should be here but aren't, because...because they're..." he was yelling at her by then, he knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help it, he was so tired of this same argument everytimeshe came over.
"They're all dead Hermione, all of them, all dead just like..." he couldn't make himself say it out loud, hell he could barely make himself think it. He felt that if he spoke the words out loud then it would become a real, soild truth instead of a hazy one he could mostly ignore. He wasn't sure his already fragile grip on sanity would be able to survive the spoken truth. He sighed and turned away from the tears in her eyes, the sadness and pity on her face and walked towards his front door. "I'm sorry Hermione, I really am." he shrugged into his coat,"Lock up when you leave." A quiet sob was his only answer.
He shook his head slightly to rid himself of the memory and looked up at the falling rain through the canopy of trees.
"I understand where Hermione and all the others are coming from. Hell, I think I'd be the same way if our roles were reversed, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." he let out a gusty sigh and sat down on the stone in front of him, pulling out a small golden thing from his pocket.
"Anyway, I 'spect they may be right about me needing to move on and all that. To be honest with you I don't know if I can, though I'm still gonna try." he stood and turned to face the stone "So that means I won't be stopping by to see you anymore." He placed the motionless snitch on top of the gravestone, "Be seeing 'ya Harry." Ron turned and walked away without once looking back.
Here Lies
Harry James Potter
It shoudn't
Have To Be This Way'