A/N: Okay, gang…you stuck with me. I know it's been a while but I finally have my computer back…long story. Anyway! Chapter 2 of Lonely awaits! Don't waste your time reading the author's note! -

Chapter 2: Looking Back

Ron Weasley awoke from his not-so-peaceful slumber on the floor of his orange room in the Burrow. He made no immediate plan to move as he vaguely inspected his floor. Seeing as it was littered with bottles of Odgen's Firewhisky and Wizard's Fancy and various other alcoholic drinks, Ron hoisted himself onto his bed pushing more bottles to the floor. He dimly heard the sound of breaking glass as he groaned and shut his eyes against the painful sunlight. His head was pounding and he felt sick to his heart and stomach. His head was filled with grief, sorrow, and loneliness despite the fact that the war was over and Voldemort was finally gone for good. However, Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived and the one who defeated the Dark Lord was dead.

./Flashback\\:.

Harry was full of rage. The man, if you could call him that, that had killed his parents, his godfather, Dumbledore, and his hopes and dreams of ever leading a happy, normal life stood in front of him with his wand raised. Harry's wand lay broken on the ground beside him but he was not worried. He was prepared to take Voldemort down if it was the last thing he did, either that or die winning. He could not fathom the thought of losing this battle and throwing the entire world, Wizard and Muggle alike, into complete chaos. The lives of everyone were now his responsibility whether he chose to take it or not.

Everyone around them, friend and foe, seemed to slow if not completely stop what they were doing to watch what would happen next between the Boy Who Lived and the most feared Dark Lord of all time, Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his wand and, with a whip-like motion, sent a wave of what seemed to be lighting towards Harry. He dodged the most of the curse but his left arm hadn't moved fast enough. He felt a hot flash of pain as a long deep gash opened in his arm and began to spill large amounts of blood onto the ground around them.

"You little shit!" Harry growled as he raised his arm and pushed his hand forward, using highly complex wandless magic, sending a light blue flash of light toward Voldemort.

Voldemort fell for the trick that made him think the spell was directed to him. The jet of light struck his wand and he watched in fury, as it turned to solid ice, hard as diamonds.

"You fool!" he screeched. "You throw a pansy's spell at me even though you know you know you will meet the same end as your parents and you beloved puppy!"

Harry lost it. He threw spells, curses, jinxes, and curses at Voldemort while at the same time dodging the darkest curses in the book from the man who wrote them. Voldemort was becoming impatient. He sent bursts of light of every color and shape and Harry had not yet fallen. They both stood glaring at each other for what seemed to be a long stretch of time. Harry's glasses had fallen off but he need not see with them now. His eyesight had somehow fixed itself. His eyes, no longer green, glowed bright red against his pale skin and his scar was bleeding. Then all of a sudden they both raised their hands and screamed,

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Green light burst from their palms at each other colliding midway. The contact of the curses created an explosion that resembled on of an atomic bomb. Harry and Voldemort both were enveloped into the blast. Ron; who stood near by with his hands wrapped around Draco Malfoy's neck, wand aside; froze completely as he heard the two agonizing screams coming from a blinding light. The light began to fade and Draco fell to the ground and ran into the darkness. Ron saw one standing figure in the fading light.

"Harry!" Ron croaked hoarsely.

And it was indeed Harry. Ron got close enough in time to see Voldemort's body crumble and disappear. Harry wore a sad smile and a tired expression. He was breathing heavily and seemed to be functioning on his last bit of strength.

"We won, Ron," Harry whispered wearily.

No sooner than the words had left his mouth, Harry's body dropped. Ron lunged forward and caught him before he hit the ground.

"Oh no!" Ron murmured frantically through broken sobs. "Oh, Merlin. You're not going to die. You c-you can't! The Prophecy said 'One cannot live while the other survives.' Voldemort is dead! You have to live!"

Ron was in a panic. His heart was hammering against his chest so hard that he could barely hear what Harry's next words were.

"Not all Prophecy's are completely fulfilled," said Harry.

Ron's eyes flooded with tears. Harry raised one hand to Ron's face and cupped his cheek. He smiled weakly as Ron began to breathe raggedly as realization swept over him.

"Oh, God," he repeated over and over. "No you can't die. Don't leave us! Me, Hermione, Ginny!"

Ron stopped short when he saw a tear roll down Harry's face.

"Name them Jett and Rose," he said even quieter.

"What?" Ron said, confused.

"Goodbye, mate," said Harry.

Harry's body went limp and cold in Ron's arms. Ron's eyes spilled over. He couldn't believe it. His best friend and damn near brother was dead, dead because he saved the world from mortal peril. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Ron couldn't take this. He'd once been angry, sad, happy, and lonely all at once but nothing could compare to the pain he felt now. He wasn't used to losing something this close to his heart. Silently, Ron Apparated to his flat, opened a bottle of Firewhisky, downed it, and sat on the couch. Then he pulled out his wand and pointed it at himself.

"Obliviate."

A/N: Ooooookay! So what did you think? Too long? Not long enough? Are you ready for the next chapter? Well hurry and review so you can get going!