Quiet-Ron's Pov.
It is so quiet now. I can't sleep without noise, anything to break the silence.. music, tellywision, a blender, anything.
Before is was always loud, always something happening, always noise, always.
The Burrow was always full of sounds of joys, anger, explosions, creaking stairs and laughter... now, when I go back home to visit, it's quiet, no more insane energy, laughter here and there yes, but nothing how it was before.. now it's muffled, weak, quiet.
My best friends are so much more subdued now, no more escapades in the dark halls of Hogwarts, no more evading Filch and Mrs. Norris.. we've graduated, naught to return unless to teach or some special function.. or maybe someday as a governor of the school..
Harry is quieter then ever, more prone to fits of Depression, Hermione tells me.
Hermione is no longer the bossy know it all who tells me off.. she's silent, goes about her business and that is that... reads more now then ever before.. more then I had ever thought was possible.
I'd say she's depressed just like she says Harry is.
I'm quiet now too. I should be happier then ever before.. but when you see what myself and my friends and family have seen.
When you have lost so many loved ones and seen so many others lose there's... you know things will never be the way they were before.
Before Harry defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
None of those who lost their lives will return, there's no use holding out for Mum to rub dirt off my nose, or Charlie to tell of his adventures tending to dragons in Romania, or for Ginny to come banging on my door to play Quidditich.
I accept that there all gone, I know there gone and I'm okay with that.
I had to move on, even if it's to this quieter new life. I don't blame Harry, Dumbledore or anyone for the deaths in my family or of my friends, it's no use.
Going into that battle and that war, we knew we'd lose someone, there was no way everyone, all of us could possibly come out unscathed.. except in our wildest dreams.
Hermione lost her parents.
Harry lost his parents in the first war with You-Know-Who and Sirius is this one.
Both of my friends are so unlike, yet so much the same as when I first met them, on that train ride so very long ago.
I love them both dearly, but they cannot wallow in misery forever, Harry needs to accept that, if he hadn't killed You-Know-Who, There's no telling how many others would have lost their lives.
Hermione has come along way.. as has Harry, but she's still much too quiet, but better then after the very end.
She and Harry seem to feed comfort in there losses from each other to face new days.
At times it seems only because the other is there do either even start a day.
I think my family, growing up with so much love and happiness, all around everywhere is why I, alone among Harry, Hermione and I am having an easier time then my two friends.
I know the Quiet will eventually seep to be only memories, but till then, it is still much too Quiet.
