Ron sat with Hermione and started to think, for all that he wanted, none of it was about to happen. "Since it's happened," He mumbled, Hermione straightened up more and looked to him. "I've been..." He stopped, his tears started to run down his face, but he didn't notice. "Since my dad died, I've been thinking that I'll never be happy again, and it scares me. I am so used to being the joker but now I feel like I can't be. Right now, I just want to feel better, but I keep thinking I can't. It's just so hard.

Hermione gazed at Ron, "don't worry Ron, me and Harry will always be there for you, no matter what happens, we don't care how you act right now, I mean you've just been through a trauma. No one feels better a week after something like this happens, so relax, and just know, I am there for you, no matter what Ron." She took his hand in hers and gave it a quick squeeze. "I don't know what's ahead, but one thing I do know, is that my friend Ron is going to cheer up and will be able to cheer me up to." Smiling weakly at him, she started to get up.

"I'll be downstairs in Ginny's room if you want to talk to me." Hermione gave him a hug and walked slowly down the steps. Ron watched her leave and was left with something that felt like a little piece of the sun's glowing radiance inside of him. For the first time in a few weeks, Ron smiled.

As the next couple of weeks went by, Ron was beginning to be himself again, gone were the worries of never being happy again, and he was almost enjoying his summer break with his two best friends. He was excited about returning to Hogwarts, Harry had been persuaded by Hermione to stay for his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, she told him that they'd never find a better place to find information than in the Hogwarts' library.

The death of Dumbledore was still shocking to think about, no one would have guessed that Snape was going to kill him, yet he did. And it was pretty difficult trying to visualize a new year without Dumbledore's speeches and appearances at Quidditch games. Yet of course, life went on and Professor McGonnagall instantly became the headmistress of Hogwarts.

It seemed as though the summer was crawling along, this was the only summer when Ron wished he were back at school, anything he thought was better than sitting at home feeling lousy about himself.

The only good thing that was going on was that the wedding for Fleur and Bill was still to be set towards the end of summer, two days before the Hogwarts Express came to Platform 9 and 3/4's. At least Ron was so busy with wedding invitations and plans, he was too wrapped up to feel sorry for himself, a lot less than he'd been doing before anyway.

Tonk's clumsiness had gotten worse within the last few weeks. "All on account of stress, don't you worry about it love, just relax, and take it easy." Mrs. Weasley said calmly, as she picked up a handful of letters and placed them back on the table, moving them farther away from the edge. "Why don't you sit down for a while and me and Ron can work on them together.

Tonks nodded gladly to Mrs. Weasley. "Wotcher Ron!" She said in greeting, to him as he sat down at the kitchen table and smiled back at Tonks.

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yay! I updated! Finally! Review, I know that it's a short chapter, but I'm tired.