Author's Note

Back by popular demand! (And mostly because I really felt like continuing on my own little version of the Harry Potter story to the amazing music of COLDPLAY!)

I would like to announce that I, rwhg-shipper, have tickets to the March 23rd Coldplay show at the ACC. I am very jealous of myself 121 days from now.

Thank you to all that reviewed! I enjoy reading your reviews and they make me smile. I'm always afraid when I open them that I'll get a flame that says: "YOUR STORY SUCKS :P:P:P:P!" Not that I can't handle a flame, I just can't handle a flame without an explanation. Thankfully, I did not receive any of those types of reviews. Feel free to flame my work, just give me a reason why. And of course I love getting positive reviews, too. They make my day!

Harry-Ginny1234: Thanks very much for your review, you have encouraged me to keep writing this fic!

Harry94Ginny: Thank you for your review and I'm glad you liked my ending, because I was sort of wishy-washy on it. I wasn't entirely convinced it was effective, but if you liked it, that makes me happy.

gIggLIngIrL3001: Thank you for your very flattering review. You made my week. I agree about the fabulous guitar solo. Who knew that two notes could be so effective? (And I mean that with all sincerity.) I thank you for mentioning the grammar/spelling aspect, although I'm sure that I made some errors, I usually do make typos and my grammar is far from perfect. I'm glad you agree with the "plain" Ginny. I feel that Ginny is plain, but not to say that she isn't beautiful, I think that her plainness (if that's a word) is what makes her stunning and what makes Harry's attraction to her so strong and remarkable. I do agree that the Marry Me part was sudden… I wasn't entirely sold on the idea, but when trying to put myself in the place of the characters I thought to myself: Hey, he almost died here, he's going to live the next few weeks as though he might not live very long. I'll try to use excuse as a bit of justification, although it did seem cliché and rather cheesy. As for Ron and Hermione leaving him there… I hope that shall be explained to you in this fic! Thanks again for your kind words.

LunaLovegood2: Flangsty is a sweet word and I'm proud that you used it in my review. I hope you enjoy the next installment :).

ALSO: (Sorry this is a long Author's Note), This next chapter is to The Scientist. For this fic, I shall interpret the love that is talked about as a friendship/family type love, simply for the purposes of this plot.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry, You don't know how lovely you are

Harry set Ginny down after having held her for what seemed like several blissful hours. She looked him in the eye, smiled and stepped aside to let him greet the others. Harry looked upon the Weasley family as the stood around him. They had been the closest thing he had ever known to a family, and he felt such affection for them all.

Directly in front of him Ron stood, mildly hunched over, his face sagging slightly as a result of the burdens he had carried during The War. But his eyes were bright with relief. Harry approached him slowly, feeling a smile creep across his lips. The relief was mutual, for Harry hadn't been sure who survived.

I had to find you, Tell you I need you, Tell you I set you apart

Harry offered his hand to his friend and brother. Ron looked down at Harry's hand. He reached out to grab Harry's hand and pulled Harry in, embracing him. "It's good to have you back," Ron said, his voice quivering.

"It's good to be back," Harry replied. He felt a familiar knot in his throat. He bravely swallowed it back.

Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questions, Ah, let's go back to the start

"Are you alright?" Ron asked.

"Other than my leg," Harry replied, "I couldn't be better." He smiled a half smile.

"I'm not convinced," Ron said, returning the half-smile. "What's up?"

"I just…" Harry paused. It was hard for him to ask this. He didn't want to seem accusatory. "I just wondered why… why I… why everyone was left on the battlefield."

Ron put his hands in his pockets and looked at his feet, his eyes welling with tears. "You know that we would never leave you without a reason, Harry."

"I do," Harry replied calmly. "I just wondered what that reason was."

Ron looked up from his feet. "Let me tell you."

Runnin' in circles, Comin' our tails, Heads on a science apart.

He motioned for Harry to follow him inside. The other's dispersed, giving time for the two boys to sort out what happened, giving time for both of them to begin to heal.

FLASHBACK

Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

"Hermione!" Ron called through the fog and smoke. There was no answer. "Hermione!" He called again, louder this time. He ran blindly towards the spot where he had seen her fighting Bellatrix Lestrange. Panic was radiating from Ron's chest. He had seen his love fall. He continued to run, barely able to breathe.

Spells and hexes continued to fly over his head. He tripped over a lifeless form, cloaked in a black robe. A thin, bony, white hand lay half-reaching for a mask of bone. A death eater, Ron thought, dropping to the ground. He recognized the face immediately. It was Bellatrix. Hermione had to be close.

"Hermione!" He called her name. He knew by now that she wouldn't answer, but saying her name eased him in a strange way.

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

The a patch of fog cleared and Ron caught a glimpse of fluffy brown hair just a few yards away. Stumbling, he half crawled, half-leaped towards her. She was face down. Her wand had been knocked out of her hand, and there were nasty, crusty looking boils all the way up her exposed arm.

"Hermione," Ron whispered, reaching out to her and gently rolled her over into his arms. She was warm. She was still alive. He held her face and looked at her as she hung limply in his arms. Her lip was bleeding. He wiped away some of the blood.

She moaned slightly and a whisper emerged from her lips. "Ron?"

"Yes," Ron replied, smiling through the tears in his eyes. "I'm here," he assured her. "You're going to be fine, I've got you. You'll be alright." He rocked her back and forth slowly as the cries and shouts around him began to quiet.

"I'm alright, Ron," she insisted. "Just a bit tired." He saw he corners of her mouth tweak in an effort to smile.

"I know," he replied. "I'm going to get you out of here so you can rest."

Before Ron could do anything, he heard a strange noise echoing from the bottom of the hill. The smog had mostly cleared now and he could see what was going on.

Harry and Voldemort were still dueling, Harry with the Gryffindor sword in one hand and his wand in the other. But something strange had happened. There was a beam of light connecting their wands. Ron watched in fascination. Harry's face contorted as he fought to hold the connection, whilst moving closer to Voldemort. Voldemort seemed to shrink slightly with every step Harry took, wincing and cowering. Finally, Harry was close enough to lunge at Voldemort with the sword. The connection between the wands erupted and Ron watched, horrified as both Harry and Voldemort fell to the ground.

It seemed to Ron as though everything froze for that moment in time. All he could see was Harry's body lying frozen on the ground and the explosion that ensued from the destruction of Voldemort. The final Horcrux did not go out easily. Voldemort had placed one final thing, one final curse on his horcruxes.

Ron watched as a shock wave began to make its way up the hill towards him. He looked down at Hermione in his arms. She was unconscious again. He had to get her out of there. Suddenly he heard the voice of an elderly man whispering an incantation and Ron felt the familiar feel of apparating. He found himself on his front lawn, leaning over Hermione, gasping for breath.

Ah, take me back to the start

Ron looked around. His family appeared beside him, all looking bedraggled and also out of breath.

"What's going on?" Fred shouted angrily. "Why are we back here?"

"Relax," Mr. Weasley said calmly, "It's over."

Ron stared at Hermione. He placed his hand in her hair.

"What do you mean it's over?" Fred continued to shout. "Dad, you were still fighting Malfoy just a second ago."

"You did not see then," Arthur explained coldly, "That as Voldemort died so did his remaining followers."

"What?" Fred gasped. "Then why are we back here?"

"Because Dumbledore saved us from the shock wave," Arthur answered his voice still distant. "It's why he died, Fred. It's why Snape had to kill him. The only way he could get us all out of there, the only way he could protect us from that death wave was in death himself."

I was just guessing', At numbers and figures, Pullin' the puzzles apart

The Weasleys stared, confused at their father. Ron slowly began to understand.

"Someone had better go inside and tell Ginny about Harry," Arthur said after a moment of silence.

George made a move for the door.

Questions of science, Science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart

"Wait!" Ron cried hopelessly. "Wait, no, what do you mean? What do you mean tell Ginny about Harry?"

Molly looked sadly at her son.

"What do you mean tell Ginny about Harry?" He repeated, shouting now.

"Oh Ron," Molly said, tears running down her face as she flung her arms around her youngest son.

"We've got to go back and get him," Ron insisted, his voice muffled against the shoulders of his mother. "We've got to go back and help him." Ron felt Bill's hand on his shoulder.

"We can't Ron. Harry's gone."

Tell me you love me, come back to haunt me, Oh when I rush to the start

Ron let go of emotion building inside of him and let out a cry of anguish. "He's not gone!" Harry was his best friend, his brother, he couldn't be gone.

Runnin' in circles, chasin' our tails, Comin' back as we are

"Come on Ron," Bill said. "We'd better get Hermione to St. Mungo's."

Ron let go of Hermione unwillingly, afraid he'd loose her, too.

END OF FLASHBACK

Nobody said it was easy

Ah, It's such a shame for us to part

"I'm sorry we had to leave you," Ron said with melancholy in his voice. He had finished telling Harry what had happened. "We didn't have much choice."

Harry put a hand on Ron's shoulder. "I knew there was a reason," he said. "I just needed to know what it was."

Ron nodded. "We would have gone back for you, but for some reason, no one could apparate to that site. The ministry tried to get to the grounds, but they couldn't. The area was locked up somehow. Dad said when Dumbledore thought the time was right, we'd be able to get in."

Harry nodded solemnly. Dumbledore had always known what he was doing.

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be so hard

"I'm glad it's over." Ron said. "Thank you, Harry."

"For what?" Harry asked.

Ron looked at Harry with surprise. "For liberating us."

I'm goin' back to the start

A/N: I'm sorry if there are any spelling/grammatical errors, it's rather late for me. I'll re-read it tomorrow and fix any up. I just wanted to get the next chapter up.

I know it seems like there's a lot of crying, but please try to understand that I imagine that these events would be very traumatic for everyone, and crying is usually associated with extreme emotion. I promise the next chapters will be happier. This was sort of a background/explanation chapter. Perhaps not as good as the first, but it will get better :). Thanks for reading!