G'day, sorry I haven't updated in awhile, been real busy with school and stuff… NCEA sucks! Anyways, this is Ron's chapter. It takes place immediately after Hermione's. (Note: most of the other chapters were a few days apart… like Oliver Woods took place 3 days after the twins'…etc.) And so, with all that out of the way, I present to you…

Chapter 7: Ronald Weasley - Friends don't say goodbye

Ron Weasley scowled. He was not happy. He'd just had a terrible fight with Hermione Granger, his best friend, and he was now feeling very sulky indeed. He tugged jacket tighter around him as he stormed across the grassy hill, towards the willow trees where Harry's grave lay. He didn't want to be there. It had been about six months since Harry's last battle with Voldemort, six months since Harry had been laid to rest with his parents and friends. Six months since Ron had visited him last. The funeral had been awful for Ron; he'd walked out halfway through.

Dumbledore had been speaking, telling everyone about what a good, kind, strong, brave man Harry had been. But while it was a good thing to say, Ron hadn't wanted to hear it. He'd simply stood up, turned around, and walked away. He'd ignored his mother's gasp of "Oh, Ron darling, No!". He'd shaken off Charlie's hand on his shoulder. He'd turned away from Hermione's tears. And he'd said no goodbyes to Harry. He hadn't even said anything when he'd come back that night, to help Hermione carve their tribute to Harry into the back of the stone. He'd said nothing. No goodbyes at all.

He just couldn't. It was too hard. Anyone would find it hard… Ron thought, as he stopped in front of Harry's grave. "Err… hi… uh, Harry," he muttered, then he scowled again. "this is ridiculous mate, you're not there are you! you can't hear me! You're up there," he tilted his head back and stared up at the sky, "you're up there in heaven, probably having a right laugh at this… at me, talking to the dirt!".

He sighed, "I'm sorry Harry. I'm sorry I haven't come before now, I know you've probably been wanting me too, I just… couldn't." he screwed his eyes shut, and his words came out in a rush. "I don't know how to do it, Harry. I don't know how to say goodbye… how do you say goodbye to your best friend! It's impossible! Its too hard, it hurts… and it's too hard!". He knew he was crying, but he didn't care.

"Harry!" he sobbed, "how do I do it Harry! How do I say goodbye to you? how do I let you go! I cant let you go! I can't let you go? I can't do it, Harry! I can't…",

his legs went from under him and he slid to his knees on the bright emerald green grass, with his head in his hands. He was crying uncontrollably now, all those tears he hadn't cried 6 months before, but should have. Harry must hate me! He thought. How could I be so cold as not to cry at his funeral, or when I watched him take his final breath, or when I heard his last words…

His last words… Harry's last words… what where they? Ron slowly calmed, and raised his head. He sat back on his heels and tried to remember. He strained his memory, and the scene of Harry's death came to him, the scene he'd been blocking out for 6 months…

Harry fell, winded, as Voldemort slowly advanced on him. "It ends now, Harry… goodbye" Voldemort whispered. He raised his wand, but Harry still had some fight left in him. He lifted his own wand and two voices shouted "Avada Kadavra". Voldemort was thrown backwards with the force of the curse. He slammed headfirst into the stone wall on the other side of the draughty stone room, and died instantly. Harry was pressed flat to the ground, but Harry being Harry, the curse could only kill him slowly. Ron crawled little by little to where Harry lay. He'd been on the opposite side of the room, close to passing out, while Harry had been fighting Voldemort. He was still very weak, near death himself. He collapsed next to Harry, his world spinning.

"Harry?" he grunted, "Harry?" through the darkness he could see that Harry's eyes were open. Harry slowly lifted his head "Ron" he choked out, "Ron, mate, it's over, its finally over… he's dead…" he smiled as his head dropped back to the floor. "Yeah, yeah it's over Harry…" Ron shoved himself up onto his knees, clutching his side, where he was bleeding gravely. "Ron, mate, I'm going to die…" Harry's voice was full of wonder. "wow, Ron this is weird… I'm dying Ron…" Ron grabbed Harry's hand, "No, mate, no you're not dying… the others will come, Hermione, Dumbledore… they'll all come, and we'll get you out of here and you'll be o.k.…".

Harry shook his head slightly, "No, man, no, I can feel it… it's over, everything's over… but you're o.k.… you're going to survive… that's all I want now…you live Ron" Harry's voice was growing weak; each breath was causing a pain so intense… "Ron… you're my best mate, I love you!…" his free hand clutched Ron's sleeve, as his other lightly squeezed Ron's. "See you…. later…" Harry whispered. Then his body went limp, he closed his eyes, and his hands slipped from Ron's arm…. Harry James Potter died.

Ron's eyes were wet again, the memory was so painful, it practically burnt his heart. But he understood now. He finally understood. He rose, laid a hand on the gravestone and whispered, "you were right not to say goodbye Harry, I get it now… it's because it wasn't goodbye… you'll never leave me, I'll never leave you… friends don't say goodbye… friends don't say goodbye…".

He turned away, smiling, and he started to run. He had to find Hermione, he had to tell her too… even though she already knew, he had to remind her… friends don't say goodbye…

He let out a whoop as he sprinted through the gates, and he was still laughing like an idiot as he Disapparated. "Friends don't say goodbye!", he screamed after him, and his voice hung, triumphant, in the air. The loose rose petals around Harry's gave were suddenly stirred into flight, almost as if they agreed.

Okie Dokie… so did you like…

This was the second to last chapter… I'm doing a toss up between whether the last one should be Dumbledore, or Ginny. There's only going to be 8 chapters cos it's hard to keep on writing the same circumstances for everyone… you know, they're sad, and they cry for awhile…then they're calm cos they realise Harry will always be with them… its just hard to keep on writing, also it's really quite depressing!

So the next chapter will be the last… and you get to choose who's P.O.V it is! See how nice I am! Anyways, please review, and give your decision!

Adios! Love Starsight52.