"What was there to be gained by fighting to most evil wizard
ever lived? Only innocent lives Peter!" ~ Sirius, PoA
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A/N: Hermione's POV. How she deals with Ron's death and the coming times. Not a songfic.R&R.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. All characters belong to JKR and Warner Bros. No money is made from this.
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I looked around for Harry and Ginny. They were nowhere to be seen. I had suspected they would want some time alone. I sighed. I couldn't blame them for trying to get every moment together. Who knows, after this, when will we see Ginny again? But I have admit, I'm feeling a bit lonely lately. I can't blame Harry and Ginny. There wasn't enough privacy at Hogwarts now as it is. But, only if Ron...
Ron.
I tried to brush that name aside. Tear welled in my eyes just thinking about him. Oh Ron! He had been my best friend, my boyfriend. I can't forget him. How could I? I don't even want to try. I looked around me. Most of the school was in here, teachers, students of all years. Today, we graduating 7th year would leave for our first Combat Training. They needed everyone they could get, now with Voldemort so powerful. I will never forget what Dumbledore said yesterday. After that speech, all of us, no, MOST of us had signed up with the Order of the Phoenix to start training for the war. Only a few Slytherin still strut about looking if they owned the place. Of course, their parents were Death Eaters and Voldemort was gaining power everywhere. Yes, what Sirius said inside the Shrieking Shack in our 3rd year was true. It had only cost innocent lives, this whole war. But yet we must fight it.
Third year, Wormtail, Sirius...Ron. Memories came flooding back to me now. To think about Sirius, about Wormtail, about Ron, made my head hurt. Wormtail. How could such a small thing as a rat do something as big as killing his one of his best friend and his former master? He had killed them. Sirius, and Ron. And so many other people.
I will never forget Harry's face that day. The day Sirius was killed. Harry had watched his godfather die. Watched him being tortured, by the very same traitor that betrayed his parent's and his life to Voldemort. And Harry had not been able to do anything. When Harry finally managed back to Hogwarts with the help of Severus Snape, his eyes had been like tunnels. Tears were rolling down freely on his face. He had struggled greatly to tell us all what happened. I had seen Harry angry, furious, sad, depressed, happy, confused, but I had never seen Harry so helpless. He cried on Ginny's shoulders for hours. He didn't even bother to blame himself like he always did when someone was murdered by Death Eaters or Voldemort, or even blame ANYONE. He was too busy crying. He looked so helpless, like a little boy who had lost his best friend. Even Snape was sympathetic to him that day. I had never truly understood what Harry felt like at the time.
Until it happened to me. Ron. That day...was horrible. I just over 6 months ago. Christmas Day. The day that he went missing. He went to the Owlery to send something to his parents. None of us had thought to come with him. And he never came back. Snape, who was still one of our most successful spy, had brought back the news...and the body. Snape was able to snuck to the body out and told us the whole story. Wormtail did it. He had killed my love.
It was horrible for me. I shudder to think of it now. Why? Why Ron? Because he's Harry's best friend, I knew. He was in as much danger as Ginny or I, Ginny more so, as Harry's girlfriend. But, if it wasn't for Harry and Ginny, I don't think I would have survived. I would have gone insane. We cried together, we shared memories of Ron, we were closer than we ever were. But no one, NO ONE could ever replace Ron in my heart.
And now, I see a sea of red before me, as the Weasleys were all here, but Ron wasn't here to put his arm around me, to reassure me everything would be alright. Oh, what wouldn't I give to to be able to feel his lips on mine again.
I felt a hand on my shoulders. It was Mrs. Weasley, or Molly, as she had been telling me and Harry to call her. She knew how I felt. She and I had came closer after Ron's...death. And now, she was here to comfort me, if Ron wasn't. It wasn't the same, but it was comforting. I buried my face in her shoulders like a small child. She was my mother, a mother I could confine in about the wizarding world, things I couldn't tell my own mother.
I felt Molly's hand rubbing my back, and that was when I lost it all. I burst out crying, I cried like I never cried before. Molly understood. She held me and let me cry. What was I crying about? I did not know. Everything, I was crying for Ron, for Sirius, for everyone that had died in the war so far, for a life we could have had but won't, for everything.
Soon, Dumbledore told us it was nearly time for us to go. I walked over to the younger students who I know, and even the ones I do not know, to say good bye. Who knows if we'll ever set foot on the castle that had been our home for the past 7 years again? I started to look around for Harry and Ginny.
Soon, I saw that they were back. Ginny was hold onto Harry tight, like she never wanted to let go. I know she didn't. Oh to have some one to scoop me in his arm like Harry just did that moment with Ginny. Only if Ron was here.
Harry seemed to understand, as he beckoned me over, and pulled me in with Ginny and the three of us just hung onto each other. We separate today, but when will we meet again? It shouldn't be just the three of us here. Ron was supposed to be included in this. Ron was supposed to be here with us, and charge out to battle with us. He wasn't supposed to be far away, farther than we could reach. He was supposed to be here, in this hug, with us.
A slightest breeze stirred my hair even it wasn't windy in the Great Hall. Then I knew. Ron was here, he is here and will always be here, wherever we went. He will be with Ginny and helping to get past the lonely times in front of her. He will be beside Harry and me in the battle field, he will be our strength, our hope, our dream, most of all, he will be our friend. I can almost at that moment hear him calling out my name. I feel stronger. I wasn't alone, and neither would Ginny be. Ron was with us, always and forever.
Finally, Harry, Ginny and I managed to part. It was terribly painful, seeing Ginny there, so small, so helpless, staring at us as we go. I knew it was tearing Harry inside. We looked back at her, our eyes as wet as hers. But there was hope, there were dreams. Dreams are pure, they are perfect, in dreams, everything was possible. Dreams are not as heavy as our hearts felt at that moment. Dreams are weightless.
I took Harry's hand and squeezed it tight. We would be fine, we'd be ok, and most of all, we had each other. Until we meet again, Ginny.
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A/N: that's all for ch. 2. Ginny's POV next chapter. watch out for it!! REVIEWS please!!!!
