I do not own Harry potter of any of the characters in this piece and I don't claim to.
I hope you enjoy it
Just rough right now, but muccchhh more to happen
Depending on how I feel this may turn into a Dramioron (Draco, Hermione, Ron) with definitely Harry and Ginny. Other characters to be included too.
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I looked around the great hall at the sad faces around me. These people were my family, the ones who had been there for the last 7 years. Lord Voldemort was gone now, the battle finally over. To think people I loved were laying here in front of me, their lives sucked away in the midst of all the commotion. My eyes were wet as I mourned them.
I felt Ron beside me. His arm wrapped protectively around my waist and his silent misery washed over me. His mother was sobbing into her husbands shoulder. George Weasley was at our feet holding his twins limp body to his chest. His shoulders quaked with his hiccupping sobs.
I turned to Ron and he pulled me into him, holding me close. I'd never felt so secure before. I know nothing of how I could comfort someone who just lost one of their brothers, but I knew that me being at his side would be something of a relief to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and he buried his head in my brown bushy hair.
We were all silent. No one in the room spoke. We all just let the entire experience flood into our minds, engulfing our souls with a sense of relief and sorrow. No one knew how to feel. Emotions were mixed into a daze of grieving over our loved ones and rejoice of the chance of freedom for the wizarding world.
The awakening in all our minds was "He was dead. Voldemort was gone."
Ron sighed into my ear. "Hermione… let's find Harry," he whispered. I looked around expecting to see a mess of dark black hair behind me but he wasn't anywhere in sight. Our best friend had seemed to disappear after the fight but I hadn't noticed. Ron took my hand, leading me out the giant doors. The air seemed to calm me, the wind tranquil and light.
We walked together; the only sound was the grass crunching as we went. We found Harry by Dumbledore's tomb. He followed us to the black lake and we all sat together trying to remember good times as the giant squid's long tentacles made the water ripple and flow. There was a bit of laughter as we reminisced. Being with them was a relief. I had feared I would never see them again, that during the fight I would be lost, or they would. Now we were together and had our whole lives ahead of us. I had the love of my life, Ronald Weasley by my side and my best friend Harry Potter safe in front of me. Life would only get better, my love for Ron would grow and we would all be happy in the end.
Or so I thought…