Chapter 1
8 months earlier
"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, we couldn't find Harry or his body." Professor Dumbledore told Hermione and Ron. It was after the battle and Harry was nowhere to be found. Harry had defeated Lord Voldemort then he had disappeared.
"No! Oh Merlin No!" Hermione buried her head in Ron's shoulder. He just held her close and tried not to let the tears that had been threatening to fall, fall. Hermione was sobbing openly now. Remus Lupin, one of Harry's parent's friends blinked back his tears. Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes were blank. He had failed the entire Potter family.
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At Harry's Memorial service Hermione and Ron were chosen to speak as Harry's closest friends. Even his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley were at the service their faces unreadable. Ron spoke first.
"I remember the first time Harry and I met. It was the first day of school and my brothers had just gone through the archway onto Platform 9¾. Harry was clueless about how to get onto the platform. So he had asked Mum to direct him. It was later on when we were on the train the friendship really began. I needed a place to sit and the only compartment left was the one Harry was in. I introduced myself and he did the same. I was shocked to be sitting next to the famous Harry Potter. He showed me his scar and then the lunch trolley came along." Ron laughed. "We bought four of everything. From then on we became best friends only fighting once or twice in the eight years that we knew each other. Now that Harry is gone I realize how much he needed me to be a not just friend but a brother also. Harry needed someone to tell him how much he had to live for. I admit that once upon a time I was jealous of Harry because he was entered into the Triwizard Tournament but I turned around when I saw him fight in the First Task. I wish Harry was here to see how many people came to say goodbye to the Boy-Who-Lived and will live on in our hearts. My name is Ron Weasley and I am proud that I could call myself Harry's friend." Ron wiped the tears that had threatened to fall two weeks ago away from his face then stepped down off the podium. It was Hermione's turn.
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A tall man walked past a church while wandering the streets. He had no idea who he was or where he was but something had called him to that particular street and to that church whose parking lot was empty except for one car even though the church bulletin board said: Harry Potter Memorial Service Monday at 12:30 which was a half an hour ago. The man walked into the church and was amazed to see it full of people. He sidled in just in time to hear a young woman speak.
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Hermione stepped up to the podium.
"I remember the many times I told Harry how great he was. I did so every year we were in school. Also before he went and saved us. Harry also had a horrible temper. Sometimes it was so funny I yelled at him to be quiet so I could stop myself from laughing so hard." She smiled. "Harry never believed he had the talent to make a good wizard or even a good man." She looked at the Dursleys with disgust on her face but quickly went on hiding it. "Some people didn't know what a good man he really was because they never gave him the chance to prove himself. They ridiculed him and tortured him with unkind comments. Calling him names and making sure he wasn't able to make friends." Again she looked at the Dursleys and stared straight at them as she spoke. "He told me once that sometimes people beat him, which was why he ran away so often seeking a better life. Once we graduated he started dating a girl seriously and before he died he planned on marrying her. He never got around to proposing though." She looked at a crying Ginny whose face went white. Hermione nodded at the girl.
"Harry and I were quite alike in many ways though not in physical appearance. He and I grew up not knowing about magic. We both had lost our parents due to the Death Eaters and Voldemort. We both were a great witch and a wizard as well. To top it off, we both had a great friend in common. Ron. Ron showed Harry the meaning of friendship and brotherhood, and in turn Harry showed me the meaning of life and that it wasn't just about grades and brains. It was about friendship and love and the ability to have both at the same time. I thought of Harry as a brother not only a friend. My name is Hermione Granger and I am very, very proud I got to know Harry James Potter. Ron and I want to ask all of you to contribute some money if you can to start a fund which we will call the Harry Potter Foundation if you can. Your Galleons will be changed into Muggle money and be used to give children, like Harry, a chance to have family who will love them, whether they be of magical blood or Muggle blood," Hermione finished her speech went over to the large picture of Harry and kissed it then went to sit back down by Ron who pulled her close. They had become closer in the past two weeks. Hermione nestled close to Ron and listened to Harry's teachers give their thoughts of Harry as a student and a man.
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The man listened as the woman spoke. He swore he knew her from somewhere but he couldn't place her. He saw her sit next to a redheaded man and cuddle with him. They love each other. He thought as the other man held the woman close. He listened for a while longer as older people talked about this Harry Potter whoever he was then as a fierce looking woman talked about Harry's skill in Transfiguration he knew that it was time to leave as he knew it would be over soon. So he walked out silently. Once outside the man walked to a nearby park and sat thinking about what the woman had said at one time when they were younger. 'You'll be ok… I know you will.'
"When we were younger? Hang on I knew her when I was younger what the hell… who is she? Where did I know her? How do I remember her? Hell I don't know!" He was near enough to the church to see the owners to the car walk and get in. I know them from somewhere. What ever your name is you lost weight. It's a miracle! Whoa where did that come from? What is happening to me? The man didn't know what to think about his new memories so he put his head in his hands. He didn't see the people named Ron and Hermione come out and disappear.
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Hermione and Ron appeared at Hermione's apartment and stood
outside the door. Ron kissed Hermione on the cheek. She looked up into his
eyes. The expression mirrored hers.
"Ron, would you like to come in I
don't think I can be alone at this moment." Hermione said tears falling down
her face. Ron used his thumbs to wipe them away and nodded.
"I'll come in for a while beside I don't want to go to another memorial by myself since knowing you might do something drastic." He said and she smacked him on the head laughing.
"O ye of little faith! I wouldn't do anything like that." Suddenly Hermione pulled Ron's head down and kissed him. Really kissed him. Ron's eyes went wide and when the kiss was broken Hermione laughed at the look he gave her.
"Wha-wha-what was that, Hermione." He spluttered.
"I told you I didn't want to be alone tonight, Ron." She said grinning suggestively. Ron just stared at her.
"Why you brazen little hussy..." He said as she pulled him down again.
"You know it. Now kiss me, Weasley and kiss me good." She said her lips an inch from his. He connected the lips and held her close as her arms around his neck as he unlocked her door they stumbled in and shuffled over to the couch for a make-out session. 10 minutes of making out Ron looked at Hermione.
"Are you sure you want this Mione? I can leave if you-" He broke off as she kissed him again.
It's what I
want Ron. My bedroom is through there." He lifted her up at her answer and
walked to her room.
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This story is dedicated to my Beta Reader, Monique, who is an avid Ron and Hermione Shipper.
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Wow I cried while typing this I really did. *Sniff, Sniff* I will continue it if I get at least 5 reviews from you people. I am already typing it in my head. Well got to go to class now. ~Allie