Well, this is a story that I worked very hard on and take much pride in when I'm not hiding it from my parents' prying eyes (just kidding, just kidding). I do like it very much when I'm not thinking of what really happens in this story, which is very similar to some of my experiences (at least subconsciously). So, please read this with caution and read it for it's true meaning, not just because you're bored. I want the reader to take time to think the story over and realize the effects of this idea, (you had time to read it, take a few minutes to think about it). Thank you all for appreciating my sensitivity (I only allow flames that tell me what I've done wrong so that I may please you, don't just tell me it sucked).

Disclaimer: JK is the exquisite creator of these fascinating characters who have left me mesmerized and also have assisted me with a lot. I own Adam, though if JK personally wants him, she may take him and I would be honored (but for right now he is for my use). Thanks: Lilia, my best friend who has helped me through the experiences I have had (and for letting me read this to you so many times). Cheryl, my best friend for helping me understand the world a little bit better (and for letting me bore your ears with questions). I thank you both deeply and truthfully.

Epilogue~

Ron and Harry woke swiftly, both clutching their cheeks.

"Harry!" Ron said. "Did you feel it? On your cheek?" He said, dazed.

Harry nodded and added, "Yeah, it was like an angel kissed me. What about the dream, did you have the dream?" He asked. When Ron agreed that he had, Harry understood.

In his dream an angelic figure had stood before him. She looked very familiar, like he had known her all his life. She approached him, touched his hand, and gently kissed his cheek. 'It's all okay, Harry. My pain is finally gone.' She had whispered in his ear.

"Harry, who was the angel? I know her, Harry." Ron said, now feeling uneasy and quickly wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

"I don't know, wait! It was-" Harry started, "Hermione!" They both said together, in hushed whispers. Ron quickly got up and put on his clothes. Harry stopped him.

"No, Ron. She's gone, we both know it, just stay here. All you can do is pray." His best friend said, shaking him gently, imagining the pain he must feel. They both looked up towards the sky, the silently prayed for their friend, and knew that the trio was still united. That the missing member, a brave sixteen year old girl, had gone too early, but had gone happy, and was now in a better place.

End of Epilogue For the Last Time I thought I'd add a bit of an ending. This story deals with serious topics, such as rape, depression, and suicide. If you are dealing with these feelings or things happening in your life DO NOT SUFFER QUIETLY! Tell someone you trust like a parent, counselor, friend, relative orcall a crisis line. The Hope Line (656-HOPE) has many caring people who can help you and is completely confidential.