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Ron POV

            Ron opened his eyes, he blinked hard.  Where was he?  Oh…suddenly he was hit with it all.  He was in Romania in the Potter mansion.  He looked around the room noticing the clean fresh robes lying out for him.  The sheets on his bed were a dark green shade, soft and comfy.  It was only then that he saw the window.  Looking out it he gasped.  There was a forest stretching for miles.  And a clear diamond river, leading to a large lake off in the distance.  It was beautiful.  Ron just sat there, captivated, gazing out the window.  A sudden peace began to settle over him.  He began to think of Charlie, Bill, Greorge, Fred, and Percy (before he'd gone evil).  Memories flashed through his mind.  Playing quidditch, turning the neighbors grass blue… putting baby powder all over Bill, and watching him yell "Put me down!" from the air, levitated.  Ron grinned, that had been hilarious.  Percy had stolen Bill's wand, Fred, and George had set up the baby powder.  Charlie had levitated him, and Ron had added a few extra spells, to make him spin, and turning his hair white.  They'd left him there for a few hours, but when their mom found out she was furious.  Not to mention, when Bill got down, he'd chased them around with his wand, and threw curses at them.  Those had been the days…then they went to Hogwarts, and Ron met Hermione.  Ron began to think about Hermione, How was she coping with his…absence.  Had she found the letter, or did she think he was…dead?  Was she going out with…someone else?…what if she'd forgotten about him?  That would kill Ron. 

            Knock Knock Knock "Sire…"

            "Come in," Ron said somewhat snappishly, angry to be pulled out of his thoughts.

            "Sire.  There's breakfast waiting for you downstairs in the kitchen, Ms. Tonks would like to see you in the parlor as well Mr. Ron."

            "Sure…umm…I'll be down in a sec." Ron said grinning at Tonks being called a Ms.  Rosa left and quickly Ron put on the new robes that were lying out for him on the chair, eager to hear about his mission.  So far he hadn't really been told that much about it.  He had gotton a little backround information about Charlie's job but really that was it.  Swinging the door open Ron rushed out of his room, he stopped.  Oh shoot, I don't know where I'm going.  He thought.  Hmm…O look there's a little house elf he probably knows where I should go.  "Umm…excuse me.  I was just wondering if you knew where the parlor was?"  Ron looked at him hopefully.

            The stout little house elf turned to look at him. 

Hogwarts POV

            Hermione rolled over on her side, she couldn't fall asleep.  She'd been like this ever since Ron had dissappeared.  Slowly she got out of bed.  Oh, if only Ron were still here to comfort her, to hold her.  Why did he have to go?  It wasn't fair?  Didn't he realize how much she loved him?  How much this was killing her?  She knew it wasn't his fault, but…it just didn't seem believable that he was gone.  Walking over to the dresser she picked up a huge book "Charming the World."  After picking it up, she slowly tip-toed out of the room.  Knowing that if anyone woke up they'd immediately question her, and want to have some 'girltalk,' something Hermione had never really liked much.  After scanning the common room for people from the shadows, Hermione walked in, and plopped herself down onto the couch.

            Harry bolted up.  He'd been in the field again.  This time the figures he could see were somewhat clearer, and the green light was much brighter.  It had looked like a young man, probably one who just graduated, was the one being killed.  The scream was still ringing in his ears.  Harry wiped his forehead-it was covered in sweat.  Honestly, he wasn't really sure he wanted to see the dream continue.  He didn't want to find out who died.  He didn't want to lose anyone close to him anymore.  He was sick of that.  Harry looked at the empty bed across from him, where Ron used to sleep.  Harry used to wake up in the night, to find Ron's snores, from across the room.  Somehow they had always calmed him down, comforted him and rocked him back to sleep.  But not anymore.  Now Harry woke up to silence.  He couldn't stand it anymore.  He couldn't stand the silence.  Harry knew he had to leave.  Getting up, he grabbed the map, and walked down the stairs to the common room. 

He almost walked right out the door, but he saw a bushy head, peaking out over the end of the couch.  He figured he'd better go see what was wrong.  Although he didn't really want to, he knew it was the right thing to do.  "Hey," Harry said softly walking over.  A head turned to him. 

            "Oh, It's you Harry.  Couldn't fall asleep?" Hermione said. 

            "Not really…" Harry said, not surprised that Hermione was down here after all she'd been through.  He was debating whether he should tell her about his dream, when she said,

            "Me neither.  I just can't, knowing that he's gone…" somehow, it just seemed easier for her to say 'he' than Ron.  It made it seem less real.

            Harry looked at her, not really knowing what to say.  "I know…I miss him too…" he said, not really knowing where to continue, luckily for him, he didn't have to, because Hermione started up again.

            "Oh Harry…I just miss him so much!  I miss everything about him.  But at the same time I'm angry too…I mean how could he leave me…doesn't he know how much I love him!  I know…it wasn't his fault…but…but…Oh Harry…We were perfect!  We…we…" at this point Hermione burst out sobbing, tears had been gushing out the whole time, but now she just couldn't contain them.

            Harry looked at her in shock.  What was he supposed to do.  She was falling to pieces on him.  Hermione who had it all together, never had he seen her have an emotional outburst since first year.  So he did the first thing that came to mind.  He hugged her.  "It's ok…We all miss him.  It's ok…ssh…ssh…" he murmered into her ear.  Hermione just leaned into him and kept on crying.  After several minutes, Hermione began to calm down.  Finally she pulled apart. 

            "Oh Harry…I'm s..ss…sssooo sorry," she stuttered.  "It's just, I loved him so much.  I really, I want to marry him Harry!  I would have married him, if he'd asked.  If only we'd had the time," she said quietly, looking down.  "He's gone now…"

            If anything before had shocked Harry, this quiet topped it off.  He had really met that much to her?  He knew that they had really like each other…but marriage?  That was like a…really…really… big thing.