As Ron sat down on the rock a strangled yell came out of him and he dug his hands into his hair. He couldn't believe what he had just done! How could he just leave Harry and Hermione there alone? They needed him and he had just—he got up hitting a tree truck across from him. He could feel the bark biting into his hands with each hit. He couldn't stop though, the pain barely registered in his anger at himself, anger at Harry, anger at Hermione. He knew he didn't really hate Harry and Hermione. He was mad at himself, but it felt better to be mad at them.
It was all that damn locket's fault! Making him think that Hermione was in love with Harry, but what girl wasn't in love with the great Harry Potter? What girl wouldn't choose Harry over him? Harry, who was Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, the Youngest and Best Seeker in a century! The Boy Who Lived! The Protector of the Sorcerer's Stone, the Destroyer of the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, the Youngest Tri-Wizard Champion, the Savior of the Wizarding World! Each thought put Ron's fists against the tree again and again and again. His fist had caused the trunk to splinter and it dug into the side of his hand. He yelled in frustration backing up as he pulled the offending piece of wood from his hand. He tripped over something (probably his bag) and landed on his back with grunt.
He lay there groaning as the breath was knocked out of him. He could now feel the pain in his hands, the pain in his arm, the pain in his chest as it constricted tightly making him gasp for breath. He opened his eyes and was about to try and get up when he noticed the stars shining through the foliage above him.
He swallowed hard. He could hear his mother's voice singing to him. "When the dark of night closes in and you feel like you're all alone, When there's no escape from the endless void, just look up into the sky and you'll see you're not alone. Just look to the stars, they shine even in the darkest night."
Ron found himself singing to himself looking up at those stars twinkling there above him. They always comforted him when he was having a problem, just knowing they were always going to be there…that no matter how powerful Voldemort was he couldn't touch them. There was nothing he could do to take away their beautiful, constant presence in his life…
"When there's no way out and you canna find the way through the 'ternal maze, When Dementors fill the sky, just look up into the sky and you'll see you're not alone. Just look to the stars, they shine even in the darkest night.
"When there's fire over the mountains and the Mark shines o'er all, you'll see just how strong you are, like the stars in the sky portend the Darkness returns, just look up into the sky, filled with icy fog and burning smoke. Look up into the sky, through it all, you'll see the stars." He sang softly. He could see the stars…it wasn't too late…there was still hope. As long as they could still see the stars there was hope. Ron sat up arms over his bent legs. He didn't know where he was…he had Apparated somewhere and didn't know where he was. And he didn't know how to get back either. He felt lonely inside, he missed them. Harry and Hermione. He'd give anything to be with them now. He had to find a way to get back to them, apologize for what he'd said and did…maybe, just maybe they'd forgive him. "Look up into the sky, through it all, you'll see the stars."