Author's Note: Okay, okay, I realize that this is one is a lot longer then the others, and there is two story lines, but the thing is that I really couldn't write either one seperately and I wanted to put them both in so I did. Hopefully you guys are happy its longer! Anyway, so basically what will happen when Percy asks George to close his shop? And where is Ron during the the third year anniversary bash? And what is going on with him and Hermione?
Disclaimer: So if I was JK Rowling, I would probably not be going around writing Harry Potter fanfiction under a different name. So obviously I am not JK Rowling, so obviously none of these characters (whom belong to JK herself) do not belong to me, therefore I am writing this so I can not be punished for using her characters because they are hercharacters because once again I am not JK Rowling and if I was then I don't think I would be writing fanfiction to my own novels. The end.
"Sometimes I wonder," George began, "what it would be like if he was still here." George looked to his brother, whom he was speaking to.
George and Percy were sitting against a tree trunk located far away on the from the house on the property of the Burrow. It had been three years ago to that day that George had lost his twin, his brother, his best friend. Percy gently placed an arm around George and squeezed him.
"You know little brother, after suffering so many losses, everyone thinks that, don't you think? I mean clearly all of our lives would have been different if Remus and Tonks, or Snape, or Dumbledore, or Fred hadn't died. But the best we can do is make them proud of us with what we do do with our lives, and live them to the fullest." George stood in awe at his brother's monologue,
"No wonder you're the new headmaster of Hogwarts, that was such a Dumbledore think to say."
Percy smiled and then realized something, 'Wait! How did you know I was the new headmaster?!? I wasn't going to announce that until tonight!"
"Oh I know things," George said suspiciously with a little laugh, "but don't worry, there are plenty of people in the house that don't know and will be extremely delighted to hear. Anyway, we better go up, I have to go back to the shop and open up, get a few hours in before dinner tonight." George started to stand but Percy stopped him.
"Listen, about the store, George, mom and the rest of the family think that it would help us all get over the loss of Fred if you, you know, closed the shop." George looked at him half-heartedly,
"I'm not closing the shop." He said plainly.
"But, George, you know it kills mom every time she walks in-"
"I'm not closing the shop." He repeated, "That shop was our dream. That shop was everything we saved up for and more. We worked for that shop almost our entire lives." He was breaking into a yell at this point, "and that shop is damn near the only thing I have left of Fred! So don't you go telling me shut out his memory by closing that shop because that is not what Fred would have wanted and I am not doing that!"
Percy smiled and hugged George, "I told her you wouldn't budge," and together they walked back to the Burrow.
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That night at dinner everybody was nervously looking at the empty chair at the table, until finally Harry addressed the problem, "Where's Ron?"
The Weasleys and company had gathered for their annual Anniversary-of-Voldemort's-Death Dinner but something, rather, someone was missing.
As soon as Harry posed his question, nearly all eyes fell on the missing man's fiancée, Hermione.
"What?" she asked finally in reply to the stares, "I don't know where he is." She said blankly.
"Why?" Harry looked confused.
"What do you mean, 'why'?" Hermione sounded irritated, "Why would I know where he is?"
"Sorry," Harry sounded defeated, "I just thought you might know…." His voice trailed off at his last words.
"It's alright, Harry. But I don't know where he is okay?" she sounded angry.
"Are you guys okay?" Hermione looked around the table to see whom Ginny had addressed the question to. When Ginny saw Hermione was confused, she added, "You and Ron I mean,"
"What?" Hermione said nervously, "Why-why would we not be?"
"Because you're not saying his name. And you only do that when someone has really hurt you." Ginny stated casually.
Hermione stood up abruptly. "No. We're not okay. I left him. I haven't seen him for months. Are you happy?" she shouted angrily at no one in particular, and she left the room. A couple of seconds later the stunned crowd at the table heard a muffled door slam. Ginny, based on instinct, had already hopped out of her chair to go comfort her friend, but her husband stopped her,
"No, Ginny, I have to do this," and he left and followed Hermione leaving the rest of the table thoroughly stunned and confused.
"I have something to give you," Harry said to Hermione's door and he walked in without knocking. Hermione was crying silently, balled up on an armchair. Once she saw him she attempted to wipe away her tears but found it was no use. Harry pulled out his wand and gave it a long wave, He had perfected nonverbal spells now, and this was proven by an old folded piece of parchment that came into the room from under the door, and came zooming into Harry's hand. Harry threw it at Hermione. It landed on the ground near her feet.
"Read it." He said firmly, "read it to me and then try to explain to me why you left him." His words would have been angry had there been anger in him at this point. All he felt was complete shock and the sudden need to fix it.
Hermione unfolded the parchment and looked at the paper blankly before she said, "W-w-wedding vows?" and she looked up at Harry confused.
"He wrote them three years ago when you guys got together. Told me to keep 'em so that you would never find them and think he was weird or something. Now read it to me," Hermione nodded and directed her eyes towards the parchment and began to read:
"Dear Hermione, You are and always will be the love of my life. Ever since I saw your sparkling eyes I knew that all I wanted in my life then on, was for you to be mine." Hermione gave out a loud sob but continued, "I won't say everything that I love about you here, simply because most of it I can't explain in words." Another sob, "I will say that I only half-lived, if even that, before you entered my life. I know that sounds cheesy but believe it or not that's how I feel. I hope that with the two words we will say to each other on this day is your way of forgiving me for everything I have and will do. You are my life. I promise to never leave you" yet another sob, "If you promise the same. Without you, I am broken. Always yours, Ron." All was silent for a few minutes while Hermione stared at the letter, probably rereading it over in her head a few times before she spoke.
"Harry," she looked up at him, "what have I done?" is all she had the strength to say.
"I don't know, Hermione," Harry said softly and walked to the door of her bedroom, "but whatever it is, it can be undone," and he pulled open the door revealing a nervous looking Ron.
He nodded to Harry in thanks as he walked in and Harry left. Hermione's crying was so unbelievably and unstoppably loud and all Ron thought to do was go hold her.
She looked up at him and said, "I'm so sorry, Ron! Can you ever forgive me?" with all the sincerity she had.
He just watched her look at him for almost a minute before he looked away and replied with extreme difficulty, "As much as I'd like to, I just can't, Hermione," he turned and looked her right in the eyes, feeling as if she deserved a reason, he continued, "You knew how I felt, and still do feel, about you. And you left me anyway. You left me stone cold to fend for myself. You broke my heart worse than I could even imagine. I'm really sorry, Hermione, but I can't go through that again. I can't even bear to set myself up for that again." He finished and added softly, "I'm sorry." And he got up and left the room.
As Ron shut the door to his own bedroom he just stood there, letting the tears well up in his eyes. It was his turn to cry. He had just made the biggest and hardest decision of his life, but he wasn't crying because of that. He was crying because he had just made the biggest and hardest decision of his life, and he still wasn't entirely sure it was the right one.