Intervention

Summary: A week after his wife's death, Ron Weasley has been unable to cope a life without her. At the word of his niece, Harry Potter tries to talk his friend out his depression.

It was warm summer day when the rain fell. At least, it was raining for one Ron Weasley. Standing side-by-side his two children, he just soullessly stared at the coffin of his wife, Hermione Granger. He was surrounded by friends and family mourning for the same person as he was, but Ron still felt empty and alone. Tear streamed down his face as he watched the lowering of the coffin. His mind barely managed to register the trip back home. All he could remember was the cold side of the bed he once shared with his wife as he fell asleep. Over the next week, life fell apart in the Weasley household. Unable to cope with the death of his wife, Ron quickly fell into a depression, trying to numb the pain with alcohol. This was the state Harry Potter, best friend of both Ron and Hermione, found his remaining best friend in after he was contacted by his niece, Rose Weasley.

"Ron, it's been over a week since Hermione's funeral," Harry blatantly stated. He watched as his friend lazily turn his head to stare at him from the corner of the bedroom he was in. Harry could tell that Ron hasn't been taking care of himself with the state of his facial hair and stains on his clothing.

"Le~ve me alone, 'Arry," Ron slurred, clearly drunk. Harry tried to open the door to let in more light, but he felt something stop him. He looked around the corner to see multiple glass bottles and plates. He just entered the room without bothering to open the door wider.

"Rose called me here, Ron. She says you haven't left this room since the funeral," Harry stated, kneeling down in front of his friend.

"Just leave me alone," Ron seemed to sober up, glaring at his friend. Bloodshot eyes bore into green eyes, but it didn't faze Harry. Instead, Harry just sat down in front of his friend. Not a word passed between the two adults for a brief period of time.

"Ron, I know you're hurting, but Hermione wouldn't want you to be like this," Harry spoke, breaking the silence. This sparked a violent reaction from Ron, which Harry easily caught.

"You think you bloody know what Hermione wants," Ron yelled at Harry. "You don't, do you? She's dead and it's all my fault."

"Bloody hell, Ron, the two of you were just walking down the road to the movie theatre from her office in the Ministry. You couldn't possibly have seen that man approaching. For goodness sake, even her bodyguards didn't know what was going to happen before it was too late," Harry responded, angry himself.

"I'm supposed to be different, Harry. I'm her husband. I promised her on our wedding that I would protect her as long as I drew breath. No matter what, I would always be there for her," Ron shouted, letting his hand fall to the ground. "She was my soulmate. With her gone, I feel like a part of my soul is missing. Every day, I can't stop, but think of all the things I could have done. Maybe, I could pushed her out of the way or blocked the spell myself. I should have never convinced to go watch a movie with me to celebrate her inauguration. She died all because I wanted to watch that stupid summer blockbuster everyone was talking about."

"Ron, you need to move on. You can't start a new chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one. You can't keep on dwelling on what you could have done or what could have happened. You need to move on," Harry told Ron, who just looked at him. "Trust me. I felt the way you do right now when Sirius died. I went through the same stages of grief you're going through right now. You have to believe me when I say you have to move on and live your life. Honor her memory, Ron, by fighting for what she believed in and raising your children to grow well." Ron didn't respond, but Harry knew his words reached Ron. The ginger stood up and stumbled over to the bedroom shelf. He pulled out a photo album and opened it to see countless photographs of himself with Hermione smiling at the camera. Harry just of the album before finally closing it.

"It's what Hermione would have wanted," Ron spoke to himself before looking at Harry, who just nodded his head. "Thank you, Harry."

"It's ok, Ron, but I think you need to talk to your daughter and son now. Remember, they lost their mother as well," Harry told Ron, who placed the album back into the shelf.

"Are they mad at me?" Ron asked.

"No," Harry answered. "All they want is their father back." Ron took in a deep breath before walking out of the bedroom. He peeked down the stairs to see his children sitting on the couch just silently watching the television. Ron gulped before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked back to see Harry with a reassuring look on his face. Without a moment's hesitation, Ron walked downstairs and came into full view of his children. His daughter, Rose, and son, Hugo, looked at their father for a brief second before they hugged him. Ron hugged them as he felt their tears on his grubby clothing. He leaned towards then.

"I'm so sorry," Ron whispered into their ears. "She was your mother as well." The Weasley family continued to hug each other while Harry watched from above with a warm smile on his face. He pulled out his phone and dialled a number. He pulled the phone up to his ear.

"He will be alright, Ginny," was all Harry said before he ended the call and pocketed his phone.

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this one-shot. All rights belong to J.K Rowling.

This is for the Quidditch League Season 5 Round 11: Season's Greeting. I wrote about a heartbreak on a summer day and used 3 prompts: dialogue, "You can't start a new chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one," word, asleep, and phrase, walking down the road.

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