The Tale of Enough

Chapter Three

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What Ron and Hermione were waiting for came all too soon. Harry, the Order, a few DA members and themselves had met up with followers of Voldemort, each defending their master. Anybody on Voldemort's side was dueling with someone, no matter which country they were in. However, the people fighting them off were far stronger than the death eaters themselves. Some pleaded with their offenders that they changed their ways and needn't be killed. A fair few of the followers, especially the death eaters, were simply injured and doomed to rot in prison. But the worst of the final battle was the outcome after it has finished.

Many lives had been lost, many people injured. Innocent people were tormented and St. Mungo's had even more patients in the following days than ever before. Anybody who was not seriously injured was banned from entering the already crowded building. Families were found weeping everywhere you turned, not being able to see their dying loved ones. It was the tragedy of all tragedies and left the wizarding world in despair.

The Weasleys and Hermione got it the worst of all, though. The prophecy had turned out to be wrong, Harry survived and Voldemort fell for the last time. But a burst of anger and defeat shot through Voldemort's remaining followers and, while they were on the brink of death they retaliated against Harry. The poor boy was almost killed on impact when all the curses hit him.
Harry was sure to survive, but was left unconscious for a long few weeks. In the roar for the battle surrounding Harry many of the people he loved were fatally injured and a few even died. Hagrid, Ginny, Neville and Tonks were all killed in the most brutal ways. The order was in a state of shock, along with Neville's family, but the Weasleys and Hermione couldn't even remember how to cry. It hit them so hard, that their only daughter was gone. Hagrid, the dear friend that he was, would never see the light of day, Neville never getting the chance to grow into the man they all new he could be, and Tonks was such a good friend to them all. Harry didn't find out until he woke again, leaving him in a right panic.

Harry was the most affected by the war. He seemed almost dead, but still alive. It was if he had his soul sucked out by a dementor, wandering the earth will noting but a body. Harry would probably been better off if he had died along with Voldemort. In a sense he was relieved, yet there was so much suffering to live through before they could smile again.

Though he hadn't gone through quite as much as Harry had, Ron was in shambles when the war ended. His sister gon, his friends gone. It seemed as if everyone was in their own world, dealing with all that had happened. Ron felt so lonely, yet all he wanted was space, privacy, a moment alone to try and fix his head. But his family and friends were badgering him like there was no tomorrow.

"Ron, are you ok? You seem a bit peaky,"

"Ron, are you Sure you don't want to talk about anything?"

"Ron, why aren't you listening? Did I say something?"

It was as if they actually wanted for him to explode at the seems with rage. The more people talked to Ron, the more he wanted to strangle them all and be done with it. But he didn't, he'd give a grunt or a wave of his hand and the world would leave him to perish in his thoughts. All Ron wanted, needed, was some mercy.

Hermione burst through Ron's bedroom door at lightning speed, slamming it behind her. She leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. She felt calmer suddenly, as if being in Ron's room was refreshing. When she opened her eyes she immediately saw Ron perched on the side of his bed. He looked sort of dazed, yet surprised by her presence. He was looking straight at her, like he could see into her soul.

"I'm sorry I barged in here like this. But I need to be as far away from everyone as possible for a while. To clear my head, you know? I'll leave if you wanted me-" Hermione said.

"-No, it's ok," Ron interrupted. "It'd be nice to have some quiet company." Hermione smiled at his words and sat down next to Ron. Resting her head in her hands they sat together for a while in silence.

Hermione began to cry mutely, her tears falling through her fingers. Ron noticed and when he put his arm around her shoulders she leant against him. She wanted him to stay exactly like that until she had finished crying all her tears. But he pulled away after only a few moments and walked over to the window. He seemed set on something, but she didn't know what. Watching Ron stare out the window Hermione thought of all the things he might be thinking of. Nothing was very pleasant.

"I miss them. I know it doesn't seem like I was very good friends with them, but I was. Ginny was my sister. She was the only girl in our family besides mum. And she was so much like Fred and George in a way, but Ginny talked with me a lot. Well, except for about the guys she dated. But, it was like we had this special bond. But she's gone now. Forever. Its final, and I can barely admit it." Ron said this all with a determined quaver. He had a few stray tears slipping down his face. "And Neville, I mean, he was so loyal. He always did what he thought was right, and never gave up on people. He was a better friend than anyone could ask for. Neville would do anything for anyone if it meant something to them. He could have been-"

"-Ron, stop." he turned around to see Hermione in shambles. She was shaking like mad, as if she were in freezing cold water. He walked over to her and knelt on the floor, looking at her face. She had pure terror in her eyes and he couldn't stand to see that.

Hermione collapsed on Ron and he surrounded her with warmth. He was her escape. He meant everything to her, but this was so hard to get through. She couldn't hear about all the friends she lost, it pained her to even hear their names.

"Hermione, we have to talk about them all. We'll never get over them if we don't. We have to move on, you and me together. Hagrid, Ginny, Neville and Tonks would want us to be happy. We have to do it for them. We just have to."

"Ron, I can't. When I think about them, my mind wanders. I always think of what they could have been. But I know they will never be anything. It tears me up inside to know I'll never see them again, I can't stand it." Ron held her tighter, he never wanted to let her go.

"I know, Hermione, I know."

A/N: I know nothing has really happened yet. I dunno. I think I'll get some feedback and see if I should add more, it might take me a while tho. I have to get back into the story, I haven't seen it in a long time. I would definetly add more if there was a demand cough hint review cough though I am pleased with the story the way it is now. I hoped you've enjoyed it so far :D