A/N: I know it's short and rushed but I think it has potential. I just need to hear from you! Longer chapters soon. Please, criticize, I need it. Just don't be mean.
This is also very A/U. Couples WILL fall apart.
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
The tall red head looked at the cottage. He scrutinized it. He noticed things he had never noticed before. One shell was a bright pink, another was a dull gray. One even had a crack the shape of a familiar lightning bolt. He could not believe it. Impossible, he thought, I handpicked these shells. Why would one have a crack?
What irked him now, had never peeved him before. He had not been this alone in years, and without her his life was almost unbearable. It was true. The love of his life was gone. Taken from him by the very thing he loathed; werewolves. Taking one last look at the Shell Cottage, Bill turned and walked away. Waiting for him at the end of the dirt path was his family and their special loved ones. The Weasleys stood in the center, and to their right was Hermione with Ron and Victoire and to their left stood Harry with Ginny.
Bill approached slowly, head hung down like that of a puppet. The Weasleys were speechless and knew not what to say. Hermione picked Victoire up and walked over to Bill.
"Here, she's missed you," she said trying to smile.
She wanted to reassure Bill that everything would be okay. Bill smiled and gracefully took his daughter.
"Thanks, Hermione" he said.
Hermione then proceeded back to Ron holding back tears. He quickly hugged her and held her tight. With that the two lovebirds left with a loud crack.
"Bill, please come back to the Burrow with us…" pleaded his tearful mother.
"Yeah, you can't possibly be alone now. Come back with us," said Ginny, stepping forward and holding out her hand. "Please, Bill".
Bill looked at them for a moment and shook his head. "I'd be too much of a burden".
"What burden? You're my child," exclaimed Molly as she rushed over to him. She placed her cold, wrinkled hands on his cheeks and squeezed gently. "Please," she pleaded once more, kissing him on the forehead.
"Fine," Bill said. "But don't bother me anymore".
The Weasleys smiled and disapparated at their own pace. Harry stayed behind with Bill and Victoire for a moment.
"Bill, I am really sorry…"
"Save it, Harry. You have nothing to be sorry about" Bill responded before apparating with his daughter.
Harry smiled and nodded in agreement. Hands in his pockets, he walked toward the resting place of a friend. He looked down at the makeshift tombstone. He knew what it said without having to think. He would never forget the house elf named Dobby, who changed his life in unforgettable ways. After paying his respects, Harry looked at the vast sea before him. That was all he saw though, water. As if he were expecting something more.