It is common knowledge that after a particularly violent storm, people try and move on with their lives. There are attempts to pick up things right where they were left off but not without the respectful disposing of the deceased. Things were similar at the end of the second wizarding war.

After the burials of the departed, people tried to get their affairs in order and move on with their lives. Among these trying people were the Weasleys, Hermione and Harry. They had returned to the burrow after things at Hogwarts were under control for a much needed rest. Their return was followed by the many funerals including the funeral of one Fred Weasley. This was preceded by the burial of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks and the others who had perished.

It was time for everyone to come out of hiding, to recover. It was time for a new beginning.

*One week later*

Harry Potter sat in Ron's attic bedroom with the golden snitch fluttering before him. Ron was still snoring in the bed beside his and occasionally grunted as he rolled over but continued to sleep. Harry sat contemplating a future as wide and luminous as his own corporeal patronus. The morning sunlight streamed in through the window and he heard a clang of pots and pans downstairs informing him that the others were up. Rising quietly and carefully so as not to wake Ron, Harry made his way downstairs to the kitchen. Ron had been up the previous night, unable to sleep. Fred's death had been hard on him just like it had been on the others. The only person who could get him to talk or even come down at meal times was Hermione.

"Oh, Harry, dear. You're up. Good." greeted Mrs. Weasley in a falsely cheery tone.

"Good Morning, Mrs. Weasley. Did you sleep well?" replied Harry, attempting to make small talk. Immediately, he knew it was a silly question. Her eyes were puffy, just like Hermione's had been when Ron had left the pair.

"I suppose you're starving," she answered, ignoring his question completely. "Breakfast will be ready in a while. Why don't you try and wake up the others?"

Harry did not answer for a moment. Then, slowly but surely, made his way back upstairs after returning her sad smile. He knew there was no point trying to wake Ron up so he stopped at the first floor landing and moved to Ginny's room. The war snatched a lot from him but not his manners so he knocked thrice on the door.

"Come in," came Ginny's voice.

Feeling nervous, Harry walked into the small, but bright room. Ginny stood at the desk facing the window and turned around to give him a smile. Harry's stomach gave an involuntary lurch as she embraced him. Pulling away, with his arm still around her, he moved in to give her a peck on the lips. Her lips were warm and he could taste a hint of spearmint toothpaste.

"Your mum wants you all down for breakfast," Harry said, pulling away and giving her a smile. "Where's Hermione?"

"She went upstairs to get Ron down for breakfast," she answered.

Taking hold of his hand, she dragged him out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen.

*Ron's room*

Hermione knocked on the door softly before entering the small attic bedroom. Ron was still in bed with his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He looked up at the intruder and seeing Hermione standing at the door, he smiled.

"Good Morning," Hermione said quietly, walking into the room.

"Morning," Ron returned her greeting but continued to stare up at the ceiling. "I've been thinking."

"About?" Hermione inquired, waving her wand to clean up the chocolate frog wrappers that littered the floor.

"Fred," croaked Ron. "I don't think he would have wanted any of us to sit around here, sulking. He'd want us all to be out there celebrating. I just can't bring myself to it."

Hermione pulled up a chair next to his bed and sat, reaching out to hold his hand in the process.

"You're strong. I know you'll make it through this. And you're right. He wouldn't have wanted this", she said soothingly. "Now that you mention it, he would have wanted all of us using those brilliant fireworks he and George came up with."

"I thought you didn't approve of their merchandise," Ron said, grinning after what seemed like years.

"I don't but even I can't deny the fact that it's all remarkable magic", she said, returning his grin.

Ron sighed and started to get out of his bed. He squeezed Hermione's hand and gave her a soft peck on the lips. Hermione sat waiting for him while he changed and brushed his teeth in the bathroom in the hall. Together, they walked downstairs to greet the rest of the family.