A/N: Okay, so this is my awesome new story! The idea just popped into my headww when I was drugged with Tylenol, but hopefully it makes some sense.

Disclaimer: I own all of it! My name is JK and I spend all of my free time here, writing dumb fanfics instead of writing the book you are all anticipating. (I can dream can't I?)

Prologue

"No, no," these sobs were escaping the twenty-two year old. "Please, you can't be dead." Shaking the man lying in front of her, she collapsed against him.

Footsteps echoed behind her -- heavy footsteps, a man most likely. "Come on, we have to go," he said. Indeed it was a man, he was twenty-three, and he bent down, brushing his lips against the woman's forehead.

"I can't, I-I love him," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

"We have to go. I know you love him, but you're engaged and having a baby. Not his."

"You don't get it. Its not-" She couldn't bring herself to finish.

Letting the man help her up, she stumbled, her body numb from shock. Picking her up, she wrapped an arm around his neck, head on his shoulder.

Feeling a tear fall on her arm she looked up at him.

"He died fighting – being the hero." Looking back she saw him stir.

Chapter one

"Oh, Ron, yes! Yes of course I'll marry you!" Hermione waited until Ron had slid the ring onto her finger before throwing her arms around his freckled neck. "We're getting married," she whispered excitedly into his ear, tears of joy starting to escape.

"You'll be Mrs. Hermione Granger-Weasley." Ron knew that she wanted to keep her muggle surname, from when she spoke of how important it was the night before.

"No, Mrs. Hermione Weasley," she said, looking at him with love in her eyes.

The two had begun dating when they were seventeen – for the past six years they'd been solid and strong; a match made in heaven. When they turned 21, Ron had asked Hermione to move in with him, and now, two years later, they were getting married.

"I was Harry was here too," Hermione said quietly, reading her fiancés thoughts as she toyed with his flaming red hair.

"At least Ginny is doing better." Ron sighed, thinking of how down his baby sister had been acting when Harry had left.

Harry Potter had gone after Lord Voldemort, intent on killing him once and for all. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had gone with him after Ginny had graduated. Harry hadn't wanted to wait another year, but he didn't want his girlfriend to be unprepared. The two had gotten back together two months after they broke up. For three years they searched and fought. It was when Ginny ended up in St. Mungo's that Harry realized what happened, the danger he put her in. Harry had left and no one had seen him since.

Ginny had been heartbroken when he had left and over the past year and a half, she and Dean had reconnected, and had gotten engaged two moths ago.

"Ron, I have to tell you something," Hermione said a bit nervously, leading him over to the couch and sitting down.

As Ron was about to ask 'what', there was a loud 'crack' as someone apparated in.

A/N: Okay, so that is the end of chapter One/Prologue. Short, I know. I'd like to thank Seritha for helping me with my prologue to make sure that it wasn't too revealing. The next chapter should be up any day now, so drop a review if you can.

Love,

Beauty