Moving forward, he caught a glimpse of Hermione sat by the pond, trying to catch some fish.
She looked different, more mature with her hair pulled right back from her face, not hung lose as it normally was. But he had never seen her look more beautiful than she did now.
"Do you need a hand?" He wanted to laugh at the surprised look on her face, but he didn't. This wasn't the time for jokes or funny remarks as she just stared at him, startled and confused, her wand flying into her hand.
"Hello 'Mione." She continued to stare at him, as though caught in a bad day dream. She didn't believe he was stood there, that he was really there.
"How could you just leave like that!" She was hitting his chest, pounding at him with all her might as all her anger and hurt poured out of her.
"You didn't bother trying to help us or anything, you just left! I hate you Ronald Weasley! I hate you!" She fell against his chest, her tears soaking up into his shirt as he held her, tears forming in his eyes as he listened to her sob into his chest.
"I'm so sorry Hermione. I'll never leave you again. I promise Hermione. I promise." He held her tightly, kissing the top of her head.
He couldn't leave her. He'd found where he needed to be and he'd promised her. He would never break that promise, not now, not ever. He was home.