A/N: I don't think I mentioned it in Author's notes, but I have posted the link to the video that inspired this fic in my bio. I hope you enjoy it. I know I have, I have enjoyed many of the videos that are found on that site.

When Hermione found herself back in the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley rushed to her exclaiming how worried she was. Hermione didn't here much more for the grief and the stress got the best of her and she passed out. It was fortunate that Harry was behind her for he caught her and kept her from falling to the ground.

"Oh my goodness!" cried Mrs. Weasley, "Harry why don't you put her down on the couch. I'll get a cold cloth."

"Wouldn't it work to revive her?" asked Tonks who had remained behind to be sure that there was not to be a further threat there at the Weasley house. Tonk's hair was now neon pink and green.

"Yes the spell would work but it is better for Hermione to revive on her own," answered Mrs. Weasly.

Ron held the unconscious Hermione's hand in his. He felt so terrible about the recent events. He knew that he was fortunate not to have gone through anything like what she had been through. Yet, Ron couldn't help but wish that there was some way that he could relate to Hermione in this time. It is Harry who could relate, and Ron knew that. Harry could say all the right things at the right times; he knew, he experienced it.

Ron only wants the best for Hermione, and he realizes that at this point in time Harry was it. Ron knew that the two would need to spend time together, that Hermione would need Harry to help her out in the healing process, much like Luna did for Harry.

"You boys go back to bed, we'll wake you if anything of extreme importance happens," instructed Mrs. Weasley.

As Ron and Harry headed up the stairs, Ron looked at Harry and said, "She's going to need you."

"What?" asked Harry a little confused, not knowing who "she" was.

"Hermione is going to need you. You've been trough what she's going through. Hermione needs some one like you to help her through this. I would but I can't I have no idea what it feels like."

"Yeah, I know," sighed Harry, "I just keep thinking about what it must be like to loose two people close to you in one fail-swoop. I only lost Sirius. It was a hard loss but it is not like loosing two people at once."

"You lost you parents too, Harry."

"Yes, but I don't remember much of it, just bits and pieces nothing to make a full memory."

By this time both boys had reached their beds to sleep, not to awake until morning.

Hermione had a dreamless sleep, but it wasn't completely restful. It was a sleep that her body had forced upon her where her mind and soul did not want to sleep. Hermione instantly tried to think of it all as a dream, but the cold harsh reality was that it wasn't. This thought made Hermione want to go back to sleep, to cease to exist, to never deal with the pain. That wasn't her path in life, her path had always been that she would be a teacher; she would find a nice school where she could teach magic hopefully to teach at Hogwarts one day. Now, that future seemed fuzzy, Hermione wasn't sure that was what she wanted any more. Revenge was beginning to sound like a sweet thing. See a Death Eater or two pay for what they did.

"What am I thinking?" mumbled Hermione as a fresh batch of tears began to flow.

"I don't know what you are thinking," answered Harry, "Snape never got that far in his Occulmency lessons with me. I am still incapable of reading minds."

"Oh, Harry," reacted Hermione trying to wipe the tears away.

"Thought you could use some one to sit with, or talk to, or even a shoulder to cry on."

"Thank you," answered Hermione trying to manage a weak smile.

"You feel like eating?" asked Harry, "I think Mrs. Weasley has something ready and waiting for us."

"Not really, but I guess I should."

"That is a step in the right direction, I'll go get us something."

"No, I think I'll come with you. I don't quite feel like being alone right now."

The two entered the kitchen to find Ginny sitting at the table already eating while Mrs. Weasley was busy with something in the sink.

"Hermione, I just heard," quietly sympathized Ginny.

Hermione only nodded not saying anything knowing that if she did then she would break down in tears all over again.

"Here dear here are some eggs," offered Mrs. Weasley.

Hermione couldn't take it any more she didn't know what it was but she knew that she couldn't just sit there any more. Hermione got up and rushed out into the back yard, tears were now flowing freely and Hermione did not care to stop them. Hermione ran as far as she could which was almost to the fence and then fell to the ground. Her eyes were so full of tears that she could see nothing.

Ron had just come down the stairs when Hermione went running out. It hurt Ron to know that Hermione some one he cared so deeply for was hurting like she was. Ron saw as Harry got up to follow Hermione.

"Here Harry take this with you," insisted Mrs. Weasley handing Harry a napkin full of toast.

Harry took it and headed out to catch up with Hermione. Ron wanted to follow but he knew that Hermione wouldn't want a lot of people around.

"Hermione?" hesitantly asked Harry kneeling next to Hermione placing one hand on her shoulder the other hand holding the toast.

Hermione turned to Harry and wrapped her arms around his neck. Harry let the toast fall to the ground and held Hermione, he knew that that was the best he could do.

After about twenty minutes of crying, Hermione could cry no more there were no more tears left in her. She sniffed and backed away from Harry's embrace to wipe her eyes.

"You all right?" asked Harry realizing that it was a stupid question knowing that things would never be all right after something like this. It never was for him. People may think it was, but it always hurt. Harry had to learn to adjust but nothing would be like it was ever again and Harry knew it would be the same with Hermione.

"I will be," answered Hermione wiping the last tear away.

"Mrs. Weasley insisted that I bring some toast," mentioned Harry wanting to change subjects he knew how painful it was.

"That sounds good," answered Hermione while Harry opened up the napkin.