A/N ok so this is the first reaction so with out further a due oh and blah blah blah Harry Potter is not mine


Ron

I'm sitting on the couch of my country home, watching a slow burning fire. My arm wrapped around my beautiful wife. This moment is almost perfect, all that's missing are my children. If they were here it would look picture perfect. Nothing could ruin this moment, my small piece of perfection. I don't know what I would do if I lost her, my wife, my Hermione. She's been there since we knocked out that troll over 31 years ago. I couldn't live without my family, Hermione, Rosie and Hugo. They are my everything.

The floo activates and Neville comes out. What could possibly bring him here? Not that I'm not happy to see him, but he's kind of ruining my little I love my family inner monolog. His face is grim like he's aged, I haven't seen that look since, Hannah found out she couldn't have children. Nothing else I know of could make him that grim. Hermione speaks up.

"Neville what's wrong, did something happen at the school?" Her brain still works faster than mine. I take in his face and my content and calmness left me. Did something happen to my children? Please dear god no. Clam down Ron they're fine, you're jumping to conclusions. I reassure myself.

"Ron, Hermione, will you come to the school with me? Please." Something's wrong, I can tell, Hermione can too because she's already at the fireplace. The look in his eyes makes me jump up. Please, God, Merlin, Buddha, and any other deities that people pray to, let my children be alright.

We arrive in Neville's office. My children aren't here, I'm not sure if that's good or bad. He silently gestures for us to sit down. As Hermione and I sit on the hard chairs. Neville takes a deep breath and sits across from. I've seen that face before, it's the face that says I don't know how to say this. His glance switched between us, the waiting is making it worse. Just spit it out please. As if he heard my thoughts Neville spoke.

"I have no clue how to tell you this, but I have to. Rose, she, I'm sorry." He can't say it. What happened to my princess, my Rosie. What happened? "Rose killed herself." Neville finishes. I think my heart stopped. My baby kill herself, Rose, my daughter dead. No it can't be, no anyone else. Not my Rosie, there must be a mistake. I just sit there shaking my head, this can't be happening. This has to be a dream, any moment I'll wake up and it will be fine. I know in my heart that it's not a dream but, this can't be happening. I need to see her. "Neville take us to her now." My voice is growl, "I need to see my daughter." He doesn't dare argue. Hermione is silent. We go through the near silent castle, to the hospital wing. I see her lying there. This is real, it's happening. She's dead. Her body is mangled. How could no one have seen this coming. Why did no one stop her. Why didn't they save her. How could this happen. IT'S NOT FAIR. Nothing's fair. She was sixteen, still a child. She hadn't lived. She wouldn't graduate, she wouldn't have kids, she was gone. My body is shaking, whether with sobs or fury, I have no clue. I would do anything to have her back, hell I would sell my soul to Voldemort. I want her back. I didn't even realize that my feet were carrying me forward, I'm now right by her side. Forgive me, for not being there for you. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me. Tears started to roll down my face, I have never felt this kind of dread before. It's all consuming, I can't breath. My daughters gone forever.


A/N this was hard to write i actually cried well what do you think? Review? ~WeasleyatHeart99