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A/N: Prompt number 27 from Lamenting Quill's Prompt Table. 'Tis Pain, and Charlie/Hermione. I rather like this couple; I only hope I can do them justice.
Suffer
::Chapter One: At the Battle::
There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.
~~Erma Bombeck
He remembers the way she had looked at him. The way her wide brown eyes had glistened with tears, the way her chapped lower lip trembled, how her curly brown hair was tangled, matted with blood, resting at her shoulders.
He remembers the way she had stared at the body before them, shock coloring her features clearly. Pain.
He would have given anything to be the one lying in front of them. Not Ron...no, it just couldn't be Ron...not his little brother...oh please, no...
Finally, she had cried. Long, deep sobs that shook her to the core. Harry had immediately been there for her, he on her left side and Ginny on her right, both wrapping her into a tight hug.
He had watched them for a moment, before turning his eyes to his family (no, what was left of it). Molly was sobbing. She had lost a son. People who felt like children. She was mourning. How could she not?
All was supposed to be well. It was supposed to be happy, complete, perfect.
If they won, why does it feel like they lost?
A/N: OMG y r u strtng another long-fic??! 'Cause I can. Seriously though, this is already complete, I just need to upload them.
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