He stood there for what felt like hours, but in reality was only minutes, staring at the wreckage all around him. The wreckage that held the dead bodies of all his friends and family. The wreckage he had caused.

He couldn't believe it.

Gone.

All of them.

Gone forever.

And he had done it.

Not Voldemort. Not his Death Eaters.

But him.

Then it all came rushing back, gone was the blank feeling he so wished he still felt. Now he felt only pain. Pain. And anger. The anger coursed through his veins. Anger at Voldemort, for killing his friends, anger at Hermione, Harry, and all his family, for leaving him alone in the world.

But most of all, anger at himself. For letting his magic get out of hand and killing them all, along with demolishing half of England. He couldn't stay here. He had to get out. He felt as if he was being suffocated by the weight of so many deaths on his shoulders. He had to leave.

But not without saying goodbye.

He started with Percy, he had re-joined their family at the end of their sixth year at Hogwarts, after Dumbledore's death, and had come to be a powerful ally, as a spy in the Ministry, but now he was gone.

Next he went to Bill, who had quit his job at Gringotts, and become one of their most powerful fighters, although he was always best at breaking the wards around Death Eater training camps.

Then on to Charlie, who had trained around one hundred and twenty-five dragons to completely destroy Death-Eater camps after Bill had broken the wards. They were such a formidable team that even those in the Inner-Circle avoided them as much as possible.

Soon after he found Fred and George, lying side by side. They had stopped selling joke items in their shop and started to sell items of protection, while at the same time, making things for the Order that completely eradicated large groups of Death Eaters, while making sure no one else was hurt in the blasts.

Then he found his parents, who had also died together, trying in vain to protect Ginny's body from harm, even though there was no soul left in it, for she had fallen from a Killing Curse seconds before Harry. At least she hadn't suffered any pain.

And finally, he went to Harry and Hermione, his two best friends. The three of them had done everything together, ever since they fought that troll, way back on Halloween in their first year. And now, the two of them had died together as well, leaving the third member of the Golden Trio alone.

Ron turned to Harry first.

"Harry..." Ron choked as he held back the tears that had been threatening to fall the whole time he said goodbye. "You're supposed to be my best friend, how could you leave me? First Gin, then you, then Hermione and then everyone else? How could you? Now I'm all alone, mate. I have nothing left to live for, and I'll be joining you in the afterlife soon, but I thought I'd say goodbye in case we… y'know… don't end up in the same… place… I mean, after everything I just did, after everyone I just killed… how could I possibly be going up there with you? Because I know you went to Heaven, mate, how could you not? All you ever did was be kind and brave and loyal, even when I was a complete and utter git. Like when you were entered in to the Tri-Wizard Tournament… I should have believed you, why would you lie? But I was stupid, and jealous, and a prick and I can only hope you'll forgive me for being so horrid, at a time when you needed me most.

"I hope my family and I made you feel welcome whenever you came round. You know, I never thought I had 5 brothers; I always knew I had 6. I love you, man, and you will always be my brother."

With that he turned away from the peaceful face of Harry Potter, and looked at Hermione Granger, his one true love.

"Hermione..." This time the tears he had so dearly tried to hold back began to fall, faster with each passing minute, as he looked upon the face of the women he held so close to his heart. "Hermione Jean Granger… I had always hoped to change your surname to Weasley. Have you join the family for real. Even though I know everyone else already thought of you as a sister, just as much as they all thought of Harry as a brother.

"I loved you from the moment I met you, your full, bouncy hair, your soft, sparkling brown eyes, your cherry red lips, but I never had the courage to tell you. Some Gryffindor I am. Instead I acted like a jerk and I am so, so sorry, 'Mia. But now it's too late. You're dead and it's all my fault! I could have-No. I should have told you what Voldemort was going to do. I knew! I knew and- and I did nothing! The only time I've ever known something before you and I couldn't even put that knowledge to good use when it mattered most. I am so, so sorry.

"I know that you probably hate me now, I mean, I just killed so many innocent people, and if I hate myself then you, Harry, and everyone else should too. But even though you probably hate me, I still want you to know how much I love you. I love you more than life itself, 'Mia. That's why I'm going to kill myself. So I can join you. I love you, Hermione Granger, and I always will."

With that, Ron turned away, but stopped as a gleam of light coming from Hermione's chest caught his eye. What he saw nearly made his heart stop.

It was the necklace he had given her for her 17th birthday back in 6th year. It had taken him months to save up enough and even then he had to ask harry for some help. But it was all worth it when he saw her face as she opened it. She had loved it and apparently had loved it to the end. For she had never taken it off.

It was quite a simple necklace, just an owl, made from white gold, with two mood stones as the eyes. But Wizarding mood stones are very different to muggle ones, as the wizard ones actually work and always have a partner, so half of the stone is a different colour, because it shows someone else's feelings.

He looked at the ring on his hand, the partner to her necklace, and examined the carving of the lion. He, harry and Ginny had been completely stunned that his animagus form had been a lion. But Hermione hadn't. She said she had always known he was the bravest of the four. Ever since he had sacrificed himself during the chess game in their first year.

You see, that's where he got the animal carvings from, their animagus forms. Harry was a Phoenix, because he was so light, and good; Ginny had been fox, because behind all her Gryffindor courage, she had been as sly as any Slytherin, he had been a lion, and the others all said it was because he was so brave, even Ginny had admitted to it, although rather begrudgingly; and Hermione had been an owl, always able to think on her toes, and the smartest of them all, which, they all knew.

He had been extremely surprised to find their two animagus forms on jewellery with matching mood stones. But he couldn't stop obsessing over them once he had seen them. He knew he had to get them both. They were perfect.

So, he saved up for months. He got a job from Fred and George, in secret, of course, for Hermione would have skinned him alive if she knew he had been helping them sell their products to the younger years.

He got a job over the summer which only Harry knew about, where he was selling brooms in Quality Quidditch Supplies.

He even helped tutor some first and second years in some subjects, although not very much, as Hermione and Harry were much better teachers.

And finally her birthday had arrived, but he still didn't have enough, so he asked harry to lend him some. To his embarrassment. But harry had only smiled, like he knew why he was asking and said e could take as much as he needed, and some more if he wanted.

So he had done. And Hermione had loved it. And it was all worth it.

As he pulled himself out of his thoughts, he looked at the necklace around Hermione's neck, and he tucked it back into her top. But then he froze. He felt another chain. Hermione never wore jewellery, the only thing he had ever seen her wear was the necklace he had gotten her, other than when they went to the Yule Ball, of course.

So what was this?

He pulled out the necklace and stared at it. Hope seeping through all of his shock and confusion at her having this with her. For he could go back. He could stop it from even happening…

For Ron Weasley was holding Britain's last Time Turner.

This is quite a long chapter, and it took me ages to get it right, because I wanted to include all of their animagus forms and stuff, but I didn't want it to be too long, which I still think it I, but whatcha gonna do :/

Anyway, please, please, please review, I made me really happy to see my first reviewer.

nalia-san, thank you so so much, and thanks to everyone else who favourited the story, it really means a lot

~Isy-Potter