Wherever you will go

So lately been wondering who will be there to take my place,

When I'm gone you'll need love to light the shadows on your face.

It was a cold winters morning. The church was laced with snow. The ground was a blanket of white, nothing marred it, and it was perfect untouched. As they walked out into the church following the coffin Harry watched the scene as if he was not part of it all.

If a greater wave shall fall and fall upon us all

Ron had tear stained pathways down his cheeks and the tears fell freely as if they would never stop. Ginny leaned heavily into Paris. Harry felt Persephone's hand in his. Her eyes were watery yet she seemed to hold them back, to be strong. The other Weasley's were pale faced. Mrs Weasley sobbed into her hanker chief. Dumbledore and Mc Gonagall stood silent. Mr and Mrs Granger seemed beyond grief, they looked, as Harry did, not quite there as if it was too painful.

Between the sand and stone

Could you make it on your own?

Harry watches as the coffin is lowered. He lets the single blood red rose fall on top of the brown surface. Ron kneels sobbing. His knees become cold because of the snow. He is lost, he is without hope. Harry clasped his shoulder. He shrugs him off. Anger blazes in his eyes as he walks past him. Blame, guilt, anger and grief fight between them. They are shattered, a gulf so wide it might never be bridged. Harry looks at him and pleads please forgive me.

If I could then I would I'd go wherever you will go

Way up high or down low

I'll go wherever you will go

Ron closes his eyes to shut out Harry. Hermione's face swims before him as always. Harry didn't kill her; Bellatrix did and beyond that Voldemort did. But you can't hate the dead. You can't get revenge on the dead. You can only get revenge on the living. He hated Harry for walking into that carriage seven years ago, he hated him for winning their friendship, for winning their loyalty, faith, hope and love. He hated him for being a hero; he hated him for allowing Hermione to love him, most of all he hated him for being the boy who lived.

And maybe I'll find out a way to make it back some day,

Towards you, to guide you through the darkest of your day.

Ron felt the snowfall onto his cheeks. He opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. It was white, innocent and new.

He looked at Harry and walked towards him. He embraced him and felt Harry's arms close around him.

Then I hope there's someone out there who can bring me back to you.

They walked back towards the church and between them they shared a prayer for the soul of a beloved friend.

If I could then I would I'd go wherever you will go

Way up high or down low

I'd go wherever you will go

A year marks the day when they said goodbye to her. A year that meant so many lived without fear, pain or hurt. But for Ron he has survived, living day-to-day, grieving and learning slowly to live again. Harry remembers his last thought when he left a year ago, forgiveness. He had such faith in the woman who died; he knew she never blamed him. It was himself he needed to forgive. The words that leave his mouth now are ones that she spoke such a long time ago "hope dies last." Ron stays when Persephone and Harry walk away. He loved her beyond hope thinks Harry. He loves her still, maybe he always will.

Run away with my heart, Run away with my hope, Run away with my love.

A year Hermione. A year since I stood here hating, hating the world, hating everything and everyone for losing you. I even hated you a little. I hated you for leaving me, for dying and I hated Harry for being someone you could die for. But Harry would of died if you hadn't, I don't think I could of coped with that either. I realise now you couldn't maybe that is why you gave your life you loved him so much. But you didn't just take your life you took my life too. You made me loose everything because you were everything. You were my everything. To let you into a little secret you still are and you always will be.

I know now, just quite how my life and love might still go on

In your heart, in your mind

I'll stay with you for all of time.

"Hermione" Harry says softly as he sits at the headstone. Ron and Persephone stand above him. Harry cradles a bundle. I stretch out my hand and a tiny hand reaches for me.

       "I want you to meet, my baby girl". He raises her a little and says just as softly "Hermione meet little Hermione Lillian Potter." I feel a tear run down my cheek as I look at my namesake. I touch her face and kiss her forehead lightly as she gurgles at me.

       As I pass Ron I kiss his cheek. He touches it and smiled. He knows I'm here and that I'm with him always. Before they walk away I bend close to the small bundle held protectively by Harry, her daddy. I always knew he'd be a great Dad. In her ear I whisper "Hermione Lillian Potter may all your days be filled with memories like mine." As they walk away, I fade, at peace at last.

I'll go wherever you will go

If I could.

I would,

Go wherever you will go.