The war had finally ended. Both muggles and magical folk could live peacefully now. Everyone that is, except for Harry Potter. He had lost his best mate... his soul mate. Sure, he still had Hermione but she also had her own busy life to worry about so they hardly saw each other anymore.
Harry could remember just how it happened.
It was the final battle with Voldemort with only a few Death Eaters left alive. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and several members of the Order were left standing. Ron was by Harry's side the whole time, fighting off any Death Eater that got in Harry's way.
Harry was looking to kill Voldemort, to end this stupid war. He had finally found him and was ready to do his duty.
"Ron, stay back," Harry pleaded, "I need you to make sure no Death Eater comes near me." And with one last kiss goodbye, Harry went to face Voldemort.
Things were going well. Harry was fighting well and was about to perform his last spell to end it all when all of a sudden, the words "Avada Kedavra" didn't come out of his mouth but instead, it came out of Lucius Malfoy's.
Harry turned around for one quick second to see Ron, his Ron, fall to the ground. But Harry couldn't run to him, no. He had to finish off Voldemort and not let his emotions control him at this moment.
As Hermione took care of Lucius, Harry turned around, and with a surge of rage, he screamed "Avada Kedavra."
Harry ran to where Ron laid on the ground and started sobbing uncontrollably. Harry had imagined at that time that Ron would jump up, all right, and just say "Hah! Fooled you!" but that never happened. Ron lay there cold and dead and Harry would never forgive himself.
He would just have to learn to be lonely.