Disclaimer: I do not own the magical world or any of the objects/creatures or people that live in it (except for some original characters that I might make up!) and no matter how hard i wish, i never will own them, unless JK suddenly gives me all the rights behind them! O crosses fingers and mutters under breath about how much i would like them! O
Dedications: I dedicate this story to Tarni. Tarni is always thereand listens to me complain, cry, freak out or whatever! No matter what she's there and I love her for that! I also dedicate this to my children! long story - I don't really have any kids - I'm 14 ... bit too young for me! And to all my beautiful besties! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo to you all!
Author's Notes: Ok, like I said NO SLASHING BETWEEN HARRY AND RON! It's a sad story, so for me to write it, I need to get fully depressed, so I'll be reading all my sad stories by all you creative peoples out there!
Ron slid down the wall, a broken man, broken by the scenes that everyone dreads, the nightmare of watching your friend die, and not be able to save them. Tears formed in his eyes, sobs choking him. He blinked, staring around the room at all the others, fallen, broken immersed in the pain and confusion that this war had brought. A war that had lasted for too long, a war that ended today.
The reason behind the war had always confused Ron. He could never grasp the cause of it all.
To Ron, the reason behind the war was a crazy old man, who just couldn't let go.
To Ron, this was the man who killed his best friend.