Chapter 7: The Message and The End

All Jo's stuff.

Padfoot's big finale.

This chapter- sucks. Let's put it that way. I'm happy because it's an end to how I used to write. Which was terrible. I'm better now, and I know it. I don't like how thereasonofthecliffhangerbutyoudon'tknowthatyet turned out. Blah. I hate that too. Oh! I also want to add, I DO NOT think that this is how the books are going to end. I just thought that it would be interesting to write. - Padfoot

Ron was holding a folded piece of parchment labeled with his name. Why was there a letter under Harry's pillow labeled 'Ron Weasley?' Still in shock, he fumbled with his fingers to open the letter.

In scribbling letters, Harry's handwriting read:

Hey Ron,

Well, I'm probably reading this with you, so you better laugh along with me as you read this. Unless you want to not be spoken to for a week. If I'm not, then, well, I'm not.

You see, the chance that I won't be reading this with you is the reason why I wrote this. I wrote this because; if I don't come back, well, I have a few things to say.

One- I better have killed Voldemort, and if I didn't, then, you know I'm gonna wish you all the best.

Two- I hope you find this, Ron, and when you do, show it to Hermione, Ginny, and the Order members. Dumbledore mostly.

Three- If I am gone, then, I left a hero. Remember that.

Four- Ron loves Hermione. HA!

I'm going to miss you all terribly, but remember, it's not really goodbye. You'll see me again. Don't commit suicide, Ron.

Best wishes,

Harry Potter

P.S. I'll say hi to Sirius for all of you

Ron was stunned. He didn't blink, nor did he move. The only sound was those of the pitter-patter of rain. It seemed like pure luck that he found the message at that time. At the same time that he questioned the matter of living anymore. Harry wrote this. He wrote this with the same energy and love that Ron knew him as. Ron had to show Hermione.

Ron stuffed the piece of parchment into his robe pocket, and ran out into the Common Room. He looked around wildly, but no bushy brown hair was in sight. Ginny was sitting on a chair in the far right corner, reading a large book with a gloomy look on her face.

"Ginny," he said, dashing up to her. "Have you seen Hermione?"

Ginny put her book down and nodded. "She said she wanted to go outside and look at the lake, or something. She left about ten minutes ago."

He patter her and thankfully and was off. Ginny just smiled slightly and returned to her book.

Out on the grounds, it was beginning to get wet. The sprinkle of rain had been drenching the school for awhile now, and the little drops would stick onto the grass blades like morning dew.

And there she was. Sitting in front of the lake water's edge, was the brown-haired figure that was Hermione Granger. Ron rushed up to her. He sat down next to her, and without even looking at Hermione's face, he could tell that she was crying.

"When will the pain go away?" She seemed to ask the world in her faint whisper. Hermione turned her head away from his own.

"Well, I can't answer that," Ron cleared his throat. "I don't think the pain will ever go away," he gulped, and his hand found hers, "but read this. I just found it."

Hermione took Harry's letter. It was awhile before she finished, she had to have re-read it at least three times. The wait for Ron nearly killed him. There was a lump in his throat that seemed to not want to go away.

She looked back at him, stuffing the note in her pocket as to protect it from the rain. The rain was coming down so heavily now, that Ron could not tell rain from teardrops.

"Is this true?" she whispered.

Ron nodded, "It's his signature at the bottom, isn't it? This might just turn out to be a happily ever after, after all."

They leaned in and gave each other their first true kiss.

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