Chapter 1.

Voldemort was dead! Along with a lot of people he cared about. Ron stood on the grass outside Hogwarts, in front of him stood a large memorial, dedicated to those who died in the battle of Hogwarts. The memorial was a large sculpture of the Hogwarts castle, it was crumbled, broken, just as it Hogwarts had been after the Battle. The sculpture sat upon a very large square piece of marble, which was engraved with everyone's names that had died.

He felt the tears falling from his eyes, but couldn't tell the difference as to what water drops fell down his cheeks were tears and what ones were rain.

He could see out the corner of his eye Harry still stood beside him, an umbrella in his hand and Ginny crying into his shoulder. Ron knew the rest of the crowd had left, but he couldn't move, if he did he would have to face his family, see their distraught, damp faces staring at him.

George hadn't left his room until the funeral, he spent days on Fred's bed staring at anything he knew Fred loved, and reminisced about all the amazing times they had shared.

Ron missed his brother, he mourn for Lavender Brown, even if she was kind of insane. But as he stood in the rain listening to the footsteps and Ginny's crying fade away, he thought of Hermione.

She looks so beautiful. He thought as he listened to her play the piano.

She looked at him signalling it was his turn to try.

He tried and he continued to fail.

I'll never be as good as her. He thought. As she once again played the tune on the piano perfectly.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner, we wasted so much time!" he said, turning around and bravely returning to the castle where everyone else had already returned, her laugh still echoing in his ears.

The great hall was filled with students, teachers and families, speaking to each other, as tears fall from their eyes. Even though the funerals have separately been held previously, the grief was still overwhelming to most. Ron slowly paced through the great hall, to where his family stood talking to Tonk's mother who had brought Teddy. Ron sat against the wall, on the floor. Their gone! He thought.

Harry walked over to him, the first time he had left Ginny's side all day. He slid down the wall till he hit the floor, and kicked out his legs.

"You ok?" he asked. He expected Ron would actually answer him, if not the last 100 times he asked, maybe now, and if not now in the future.

Ron stared at the floor.

They just landed at the Burrow. Ron's vision remained blurry from the fake glasses.

Ron could see most of the Order standing by the door,

Hermione and Harry each expressed a look of relief on their faces.

Tonks dragged him, kept him walking as he slowed down from exhaustion.

Ron felt someone run into him, embrace him into a tight hug.

It took him only seconds to realise it was Hermione.

He was grateful she had made it.

"He was brilliant, I wouldn't be standing here without him!" said tonks throwing her arms around Remus!

"Really?" asked Hermione. Of course she wouldn't believe her! Ron thought.

"Always the tone of surprise!" he said, unable to control his words.

Before he knew it, Harry had hugged them both, he knew Harry that, he knew Harry needed them, needed someone with him in this fight.

Harry stood up and returned to Ginny who greeted him with a hug. With this action Ron withdrew from his pocket, the deluminator Dumbledore had left him. He clicked it, waited, clicked it again, waited, and clicked it again, and waited.

"I heard it. A voice. Your voice, Hermione. You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. It flew towards me, the ball of light, right through my chest and straight through me."

He continued clicking the deluminator oblivious to the candles lighting up the room continuously igniting and extinguishing.

Come on! Where are you? He thought. He continued clicking and was forced to stop as a hand fell on his.

"Ron, its ok!" he recognised it was Harry again.

"No!" Ron finally replied! He shook off Harry's hand and continued clicking.

"It won't work Ron! She's gone!" Harry said softly, grasping the deluminator, and taking it from Ron's hands "you can't find her!"

Harry pocketed the deluminator and returned to Ginny once again.

"is he ok? What was that about?" she asked worried about her brother.

"Dont worry, I'll take care of him, you'll be ok?" Ginny nodded and grasped his hand, a weaksmile trying to stay upon her soft face.

Harry walked over to Ron, held out his hand, "Come on Ron! Let's get out of here!" when Ron neglected his hand, Harry grabbed hold of his arm and hoisted him up. Guiding him out to the trees that stood along the edge of the lake.

Where can we go? Every where's a constant reminder of Hermione and Fred?

The two sat against the tree and looked out at the lake, it sat still, which made it look like it was glass.

"Ron, you have to talk to someone eventually." Ron said nothing.

"I lost her too Ron, don't you think I miss her, I know I didn't love her like you did, but I'm struggling with this too!" Ron stood up and began walking along the water. He could hear the pebbles under his shoes, and couldn't hold it in; the tears once again began to shed from his eyes.

Harry walked up to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Ron took a breath and spoke "not even after hours of throwing stones, she still couldn't make it skip! Not even after hours of practicing. She just couldn't do it!" he said a slight smile appearing on his face, the first harry had seen since the Battle of Hogwarts.

Ron began to cry again, so Harry pulled him into a tight hug. Harry was well aware Ron was being torn apart by constant memories, all of which he wasn't ready to remember, because he wasn't ready to let go!