Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN ANYTHING! You all know it, I know it…

So guys, I've been away from this place for a little too long, but now I'm back and guess what!? I have a new story. So, here I go… I stayed away from this fandom for far too long, but last week I rescued my poor DH book from underneath my bed and gave it a go. That meant, I returned to online fandom. After having a panic attack (literally) for JKR's comments about Harry and Hermione, I thought… "What the he…!" and here I am. BACK!

Enjoy!

"I get it. You choose him."

Six simple words. I never should have believed they would have changed my entire world, life or existence. But they did.

"Ron, no – please – come back, come back!"

I tried it. I really did. With all of my heart and soul, I didn't want him to leave. But he did, and he didn't even glance back.

I cried and I weep and I begged, but he just left. I don't know for how long, but I sat sobbing in a chair, curled up. Harry roamed around the tent, but I didn't even bother to glance up or look at whatever he was doing, but I did anyway when he threw up some blankets on me. I weep a little harder when I smell Ron on them.

And rain kept on falling all night long, making noises all around us. Pounding on the tent roof and I wondered if Harry was really asleep. If he could actually get some sleep after what had happened. If he could actually get some sleep with all of the noise I was making.

I barely slept that night. And if I did, I dreamt with rain falling, Harry's back and isolation, for that is all I can recall of that night. And a great sense of despair.

As dusk approached, I got up from the chair and walked over to the kitchen. It was not long before I heard Harry walking around the tent. As we settled down for breakfast, it was as if I didn't know the person sitting in front of me. He had been my best friend for seven years and I could barely hold his gaze.

We started packing all our belongings as we usually did by that time in the morning, but in silence. I was holding a brown sweater when realization suddenly hit me.

Ron was not going to come back, which meant Harry and I were completely alone. I let my eyes wander over to where he was standing trying to flatten his hair, something he usually did when he was uncomfortable, his back on me. I could cry and weep and let myself come undone later. I had to be strong for Harry.

Still, it was so hard to be a pillar for someone when I couldn't even hold myself tall.

As I couldn't find any other reason to delay our departure, I looked over to him and he instantly walked over to me, and grabbed my hand and we both turned on the spot.

Harry's hand was smooth and warm on mine and something erupted within me. Tears flowed down and I couldn't stop them so I didn't. I just sat on a rock with my head on my knees meanwhile Harry casted all the protection spells we needed.

He walked over to me and took the bag to draw out the tent. That was the first time he took care of our protection for the day. I was supposed to be his pillar, his strength, and instead he was holding me up.