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Crossing Enemy Lines

Chapter 1: Sunset and Tears

The glowing sunset, spilled bright colors into the sky, that illuminated the casket in front of them. It was a nightmare. They couldn't save him, no matter how fast the boy with the scar ran, it was no use. The fluffy brunette tried to help him, but to no avail. He died in her arms.

Looking around, Harry Potter was amazed at how many people showed up for his best friend's funeral. Rows upon rows of people they went to Hogwarts were there. Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Slytherins, and Ravenclaws. Luna and Neville were there, huddled closely together. Dean and Seamus, always the pair in school, paired again here. The Weasleys were sitting on the front row. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat together, with Mrs. Weasley head on her husband's shoulder letting the tears flow freely. Fred and George sat together silently and stoically. Bill, Percy, and Charlie stuck together next to Fred and George while Ginny sat behind her parents, trying to compose herself.

In the back of the rows were every single professor from Hogwarts and most major leaders from the Ministry, including Kinsley Shacklebolt, and Nymphadora Tonks. Professor McGonagal and Professor Sprout stood next to each other, sadness etched in their face, and McGonagal comforting Professor Sprout. Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick were standing on the side of the chairs monitoring the students as they slowly assembled in.

After all was settled, Harry turned around and grasped Hermione's hand in his, as they heard the booming voice of Professor Remus Lupin.

"Faculty, Staff, Friends and Family. Today, we celebrate a life. Today is not a goodbye, but a celebration on how brave and courageous one of our own was, during the fight against evil, against our own humanity, against our very souls. Today, Ronald Billius Weasley, rests his soul among heroes. He is a beacon among the darkness, spreading his heroism to each and everyone of us. Let us not only take the time to find in our hearts to follow his example, but to practice it in our daily lives. I had the utmost pleasure to be a mentor, a teacher, and a friend to Ron. He was very upbeat, just like his family sitting here in front of me. Ron always taught me that the love of a family was more important than anything in the world. He gave up his life to save his family, his fiancée, and his best friend in the world. If everyone could now raise their wands."

The crowd whooshed as their wands raised high above them. As the sunset began to dim into the evening, everyone whispered "Lumos"

Thousands of small lights lit up the night sky and illuminated the casket in front of them, as Lupin lifted the casket off of the ground and started to levitate it towards the Lake. The Weasley's followed with Harry and Hermione right behind them. As they reached the lake, Harry wrapped an arm around Hermione, and gave her a quick squeeze.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I should have gotten there on time. He would probably still be alive if I ran faster." Harry said, fighting back the tears that were threatening to come out.

"No, Harry, it's okay. It's not your fault. It was my fault. I told him to go find you, and stupid Ronald didn't look to see..." Hermione's voice quivered, but not before the tears spiled down her checks, her hair frizzier than normal.

Harry held her tighter, and watched the back of Ginny Weasley stand proud and strong. She hadn't said much to him since that day, and the Weasley's were always kind to him. They were his family, and for them to lose their youngest son, it was heartbreaking. It was his fault, no matter how much Hermione said it wasn't.

Harry turned up and looked at Lupin. The wind started to pick up and Harry heard Lupin call him.

"Harry. Hermione. Would you like to say a few words?" Lupin inquired, quietly.

Nodding, Harry stepped forward, bringing Hermione with him.

"I just want to say, that Ron was the first person to accept me on the train when we were just kids. He was the only person to not gawk at me, or ask me strange questions, or things I didn't know then. His death was untimely, and once again, I'm sorry to everyone, as it is my fault he's gone. I – " Harry choked at the last and had to leave and scurried back behind the Weasleys

Hermione was next. Harry looked at her with teared filled eyes, and nodded at her.

"Harry and Ron may have not liked me at all in the beginning, but they were the best of friends I could ever ask for. Ron and I were always arguing, about the stupidest stuff, and when it came down to relationships, it was like the Whomping Willow had hit him over the head and knocked all sense out of him." Hermione paused, wiping the tears from her face. "I have to thank him for finally figuring out that we did really work together."

She pulled out a small box. Harry smiled to himself as he remember going with Ron to pick it out. He was a nitwit about it, but he was ready to take that step with her. Finally, after seven years of mindless bantering and arguing about everything.

"He was going to give this to me after this was all said and done." Hermione choked back tears again. She shook her head and hurried back to where Harry was.

The night sky illuminated itself in the deepest of blacks with billions of stars. The lake was a murky color, and Harry could see small merpeople swimming along without a care in the world. Turning back to Lupin, Harry watched him silently guide the floating casket and gently lowered it in the lake. The pent up sadness and emotion that bottled against his heart exploded. He took off running for the Forbidden Forest.

Harry didn't stop until he knew where to stop. It was not as if he was scared of the Forbidden Forest, but he knew he'd find the one person he desperately needed to talk to. Running as fast as he can, he couldn't stop the tears from falling. The wind that stung his face dried his tears, but the streaks were still there. Though his scar did not bother him anymore, it was still there, shining in all its dulled glory.

Harry stopped finally into a middle of a clearing. In front of him, he saw the person he was looking for.

"Hagrid, I need to talk to you." Harry said, before giving the half-giant a half hug.

"Harry, I knew you'd come. Let's get yer a cup a tea, eh?" Hagrid said, gently.

Together, the pair walked over to the hut, as they did so long ago his first year at Hogwarts.