x...Two Storms, side by side...x

A/N: Well, sadly I am sick at the moment. So I am not attending school today! Instead I am here posting another story for all of you! How wonderful I am..This is a sad little thing..I think it will be a oneshot..but depending on reviews it may become more.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from the plot. As sad as that is, it is the truth.

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The rain pounded on the windows. Like demons trying to break through the gates of hell, the rain tried to penetrate the windows the same way. They strained, trying to stay intact as the sleet struck the glass, each droplet like the blow of a sledgehammer.

There was a lone figure in the room, the emotions inside her matching the storm that was raging outside. Another pearl shaped speck trickled down her cheek, landing in her outstretched palm. She was like the storm..everything had been brewing inside her for so long, and now all had broken loose. She was here now, and all alone with only the thunder as a companion.

Now there are more tears as the pelting rain outside grows stronger and the wind is howling through the trees. Pain racks the girls's body, subjecting her to all that she held inside for so long. How impossible it truly is to keep everything inside, locked away with no way to find a key. Except he had found it. He had opened her heart as no one ever did before. And then he had died, gone away from her, taking the key with him. And so she couldn't close herself up again, because he was the only one that had that power. He had helped kill a greater evil, and yet for her own selfish reasons she would not accept that. He had given his life to save so many others. It had killed her though. How could she live again, when it was he who had made her do just that in the first place?

And so she had to come back here to find the answer, only to end up drowning in self pity. This was where they had spent their last moments together, with everyone in the Order fighting the final battle, fighting with all the energy they had. Even Percy, the snob that he was, was there with them. Protecting his kind, with his youngest brother alongside him. When Ron fell, everyone felt the need to avenge him. And so they had won. Won because of Ron, who had been that last kick they needed, the crucial element. Everyone had wept so, while she had sat there in stony silence. His family members were beside themself with grieving, crying through the whole memorial service. And here she was hiding from them now, even though they were all feeling the same thing. The same sense of mourning, and the same sense of loss. Here was where she could cry. Ron had been the candle that had lit their way, and he had been extinguished. He had spared the lives of so many in the Order and he had saved her. He had pushed her out of the way of the deadly curse. It had been cast out of no where, and within a split second, and no second thoughts, Ron had stepped in front of her. She wouldn't be here without him. But she didn't want to be here without him.

She succumbs to the liquid welling up in her eyes and lets the tears spill over. The storm has reached its peak and shows signs of relenting. The storm within her too, looks like it has broken, only to leave salty sweet tears flowing swiftly down her face. She bawls with all the despair that seeps out of her..and lays on the floor holding her and Ron's wedding picture close to her. Lightning flashes one last time, illuminating her lonely silhouette.