Ron died defending Harry's and Hermione's lifes and thus making it possible for Harry to finally bring up the courage to face Voldemort alone and making an end to the Dark Lord's second reign of terror.
How is life going to be for the ones who survived? Especially Harry and Hermione?
How do they cope with the death of their friend?
And what happens to the rest of the Weasley family?
Go on reading, if you want to find out...
(story takes place after OotP, so spoilers possible!!)
Disclaimer: I do not own the HP book series nor any of the characters - but there's no use sueing me, I do not own much money either!!
First ChapterIt was a wonderful autumn afternoon - the sun was shining brightly, streaks of golden light penetrating through the red and brown leaves of the many trees standing in the cemetery just behind the Angel Hearts' church.
A young
woman is standing in front of a tombstone, her bushy brown hair gently moving
the the autumn breeze. Everything around her seems to be so peaceful and calm,
but a look into her face would reveal to the bystander a mixture of grieve,
sadness and anger.
It would be Ron's 19th birthday today - "would be...if he just didn't have
to act the hero", Hermione thought bitterly.
Ron died in the attempt to save her live, hers and the live of Harry, their
best friend. Though, sometimes - no, not sometimes but most of the time,
Hermione wished, that he didn't. Why couldn't he let her die instead?? Then, at
least, it wouldn't be her who had to suffer from this terrible lost... Why did
he always have to let her get so upset? He was always like this, never
considering what other people would feel like, if he did what he did...
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"Oh...you are such a bloody git, Ronald Weasley!!!", Hermione shouted from the top of her lungs.
"But....but, Merlin's beard, what have I done? I didn't say anything, Hermione", Ron shouted back at her.
This was one of their regular shouting duels, Ron and Hermione have been acting like this ever since their first day at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the fact that they were already in their seventh (-and last) year didn't change much about that. None of the Hogwarts' students walking by even turned to see what all the noise was about.
That is, no one turned around until a third voice suddenly started penetrating the ancient halls of the wizarding school.
"Mr. Weasley!! ... Miss Granger!!".
Twenty minutes later Harry met his two best friends in the Great Hall for
lunch, both of them looked infuriated and none would speak to the other. Hermione
and Ron sat at the lower end of the Gryffindor table and there was a space left
between them, where Harry sat down and began loading food onto his plate.
He could feel both of his neighbours throwing glances at him, but still not uttering a single word. Harry knew they both probably expected him to ask what had happened, but he wasn't quite sure, if he wanted to know at all. "Okay, let me think about this", Harry silently told himself, "I really don't care what they are quarrelling about again, it just feds me up, that they seem to be constantly having a go at each other. I mean, what's wrong with them??.....on the other hand, the are my best friends...."
"Okay, okay, now would anyone tell me, what happened? Hermione?"
"Well, Harry, why don't you ask Mr. Weasley how he managed to get the two of us into detention??", Hermione replied in a dangerously hissing voice, throwing a horribly dirty look at Ron.
Blushing Ron replied, adressing Harry, "Oh no, Harry, it wasn't me who got us into detention! Maybe you should ask her who it was who kept shouting until McGonagall came after us??"
"Hm, let me think... this would be YOU, Ron??", Hermione - equally blushing - snapped in Ron's direction before Harry could say anything.
"What d'you mean, ME???"
So it went on and on, both their voices ever rising until their transfiguration teacher Minerva McGonagall came rushing down from the teachers' table towards them, still in a towering temper, her thin lips as straight as if drawn with a ruler.
"I thought I've made my point quite clear to you, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger? This is a school building, and whatever differences two you have, we are not interested in witnessing your discussions here. You are going to meet me at my office in half an hour to be given your tasks for tonight's detention. And now, I don't want to hear one single word from any of you, understand?".
McGonagall turned and left Ron and Hermione, both displaying a deep purple face coloring which even uncle Vernon would have been proud of.
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Hermione couldn't help but smile at the tought of that night, the look of anger and sadness that she was wearing so often nowadays momentarily left her delicate features. She had been quarrelling with Ron about some long forgotten stupid issue and McGonagall had given them detention. They had had to help Filch cleaning up the classrooms in the second and third floor. It wasn't at all fun, cleaning up the mess hundreds of Hogwarts' students had left during the day's classes, having this slave driver Filch round one's neck.
But eventually Filch left them alone in Professor Binns' history of magic classroom, it was the last room they had to do, and Filch was summoned by Professor Sprout, who had discovered Peeves hiding in a wardrobe in the teacher's room obviously planning mischief of some sort.
The memory of what happened afterwards still made Hermione experience a strange warm feeling in her stomach. After all, that was the night, where she and Ron had shared their first kiss... Altough the startled and rather embarrassed look in Ron's face after their kiss had resulted in the fact that the two didn't become a couple for another two weeks or so. But nevertheless, in the end, they did become a couple and later on even lovers...
As Harry Potter, the famous 'Boy-Who-Lived', approached his friend Hermione, he was suprised to see her face enlightened with a small smile and he also noticed that she was softly stroking her tummy with one hand. He hadn't seen her smile much recently and he found that it relieved him to see her smile like this. It was not just that he had feared for her sanity after what happened to Ron, but Harry had the feeling, that seeing Hermione smile would make it easier for himself to try to forget his own terrible loss.
Harry had already expected to see Hermione at the graveyard. After all it was Ron's birthday - and he also knew that she had something very important to tell Ron.
End of chapter 1
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