A/n: My first Harry Potter Fanfiction, so please be kind! Love it, or hate it? Suggestions, comments, compliments are all welcome. Just click that cute little purple button that says Go, and leave a review!

Oh and I revise the ending to this chapter so that it wasn't as randomly out of the blue, as I had it. The new ending kind of fits better.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. does, build a bridge and get over it-I have. I do not own the Hell Song to which is owned by Sum 41. I only own this original plot.

&&:: Chapter One ::&&

Everybody's got their problems

Everybody says the same things to you

It's just a matter how you solve them

And knowing how to change the things you've been through

I found her there, clutching his dead body, her sobs were nearly inhuman. She was cradling his head in her lap, smoothing back his hair, and her body was shaking. I kneel down to look at her face.

This was no longer the girl I once tormented in school, but a fully grown witch. Her once determine intense eyes are now dull and blood shot. She has a look to her…As if the world is suddenly ending, as if this was the straw that broke the camels back.

My up bringing makes me want to be disgusted-A Malfoy would stand and laugh at a Mudblood and her fallen blood traitor lover. But it's those eyes that stop me from feeling so, I am filled with pity for her.

I look around, seeing decaying bodies littering the once busy muggle street, and I realize she's in shock. That's why she holding on to a dead Ron Weasley, that's why she crying in the middle a street, that's why she still here.

It's weird to see her like this. As if she's given up. Where's the fiery brunette that was the brains of the Golden Trio? Where's the smart mouthed know-it-all that was skilled enough to become an Auror along with Harry and Ron at the young age of seventeen? Where's the girl that almost every Death Eater fears?

She strokes his face, as the tears fall freely, "Oh god…Ron…Oh god…It wasn't supposed to end this way…"

She's oblivious to me being here. She just continues on crying, running her fingers through his trademark red hair, her head bowed down with her curly brown hair covering her face like a curtain, "You weren't supposed to die, you promised! We were going to get married! Why…Oh god…Why?"

She sat there for what seemed like an eternity with him, until she suddenly just stopped. She looked at me with such hatred that it made me shudder, as she wiped her tears with her free hand.

"Do it" she said, in such a clear tone, you may have thought she hadn't just been stuttering out her words in between sobs.

"Do what?" I ask, trying to hold an emotionless stern look on my face that I've learned to master when dealing with my enemies.

"Kill me. That's what your planning isn't it. Do it," she glares at me, "Kill me dammit! Do it! Take my filthy mudblood life!"

She screams now for me to kill her, her face turning red out of anger, before she reaches into the pocket of her cloak and pulls out her wand.

She gently takes Ron's body off of her, and she stands-Her wand pointed at me the entire time. She stands at her full height of five foot five, her eyes are now filled with rage as she looks at me.

"I swear to god, that if you don't kill me right now, I'll kill you. You don't know how satisfied I'll be when your dead," she walks closer to me until her wand was pointed directly at my throat, whispering, "Do it."

As I looked into her eyes, I could see her hate for me, but she was so dangerously close to tears again that I knew she wouldn't do anything but stand there and threaten me.

It's weird how much this war has affected all our lives…And it's weird to look through the looking glass, and see through someone else's perspective. I can see the golden band on her ring finger. I can see her fiancé dead just a few inches away. I can see her pain.

I grabbed at her wand roughly, and with little effort took it from her shaking hands. And what I did next, even shocked me…I hugged her.

Her head fit snugly against my chest, and her tears soaked through my shirt. We stood like this for a minute until she squirmed out of my arms, and looked at me. Her cinnamon brown eyes boring into my cerulean ones.

"What do I do now?" she says, and glances over her shoulder at Ron, tears forming at the corner of her eyes...