Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

This is a drabble I wrote 4 AM. My goal was just to try and imagine what would happen if the events occurred. A friend said it's not written well enough to make the reader cry. Making the reader cry was not my intention. I just wanted to clear that up before people start saying "Oh, try again with this sad stuff.. etc." On another note, no, I am not a Harry/Hermione shipper. Reviews would be nice.

WEASLEY IS OUR KING

Ron died this morning. At the time, between Mrs. Weasley and Harry, you were the only one to cry. Maybe you cried enough for the both of them. You certainly don't remember crying so much in your life. And a strong but sad faced Harry had to pull you away from the bits and pieces left of Ron's body because you wouldn't leave them. But Mrs. Weasley didn't even blink when she found out. She just stared off into space. You suppose it's because she's used to hearing about the death of of her children. Ron, afterall, was the last one left.

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There can't be a proper funeral for Ron. No one can have a proper funeral at a time like this. So you and Harry bury Ron's wand instead because Mrs. Weasley doesn't take it.

It's after you bury Ron's wand when you start crying hard again.

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Harry says "Weasley is our king," with his eyes closed and his hand, finding yours, squeezes it tightly. All you manage to do is nod your head before you're both crying too hard to say anything else. And you squeeze Harry's hand tighter because it's the first time you've seen him cry since the war began.