Glad you guys all enjoyed that last one :-D it made me teary eyed. Lolz. So here's the new one. By the way, this particular fic is almost done…but I'm gonna write a sequel.

That morning, after breakfast Harry met Ron and Hermione in Ron's room. "You guys, listen, the wedding is in two days. I want to leave the morning after. We've wasted enough time already. So anything you have to do around here before then, get it done, alright?" He stated with authority, looking from Ron to Hermione and back again.

Oh no…that doesn't give me much time to tell Hermione. I have to tell her before we leave. Ron thought, feeling panicked.

Hermione bit her bottom lip. I have to let Ron know how I feel. This can't go unsettled. But how can I get him alone...?

That gives me just enough time to fix things with Ginny. I can tell her one last time that I love her. Thought Harry, sitting on the edge of his bed. He cleared his throat. "I've been thinking about the horocruxes…and I was wondering if you two had any idea what the last one could be or where we could find them?"

Hermione opened her mouth to respond but her words were never heard.

"YOU LOT GET DOWN HERE AND START CLEANING!" Mrs. Weasley yelled from the bottom of the stairs to the room at large.

The next two days consisted mainly of cleaning, eating, and sleeping. Everyone in the house was exhausted except for the bride and groom to be.

The night before the wedding all the work was finally done. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the wedding cake, the only Muggle tradition in wizarding ceremonies.

Ron padded into the kitchen in his pajamas and socks and kissed his mother on the cheek while simultaneously scooping frosting out of the bowl. His mother hit his arm but gave him a warm smile.

He sat down at the table. "Mum, I gotta talk to you."

She sat across from him. "What is it, Ronnie? Are you in some sort of trouble?"

"No. It's nothing like that…."

"Is it Fleur? Because you know, Ron, she's going to be family now and you just have to-"

"Mum. Mum, that's not it.

Mrs. Weasley's eyebrows knit together. "I don't understand….?"

"I'm leaving, Mum. Me and Harry and Hermione. The day after tomorrow. We're going to find V-Voldemort," Mrs. Weasley gasped. "And kill him."

Mrs. Weasley's hand flew to her mouth, tears formed in her eyes. "Ronnie! No, you can't! I won't allow it!"

"You can't stop me, Mum," He said gently. "I'm of age."

"B-but, what about school?" She asked, bordering on hysterical, looking for any excuse for her youngest son to stay.

"It won't be safe anymore with Dumbledore. And besides, Harry is going. Hermione and I have been with him from the beginning. We can't let him go on his own."

Mrs. Weasley began to sob. She pulled her son into a tight hug and held him close. "N-no. I w-w-won't let you g-go."

He blinked back tears. "Mum, I'll be fine. Please don't cry. I'll be back before you know it. I promise."

She leaned back, peering into her son's face. "When did you become so brave?" She asked wonderingly. She rubbed his cheek. "I love you, Ron. I have never been more proud of you." She hugged him again. "Please be careful. And take care of your friends." She sniffled.

He smiled, hugging his mother. "I will, Mum," He said softly. "I will."