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Prolouge

In a modern apartment in downtown London a young couple was snogging. The woman pulled away and started to make a pot of coffee in the living room. Her wedding ring glinted in the morning sun and she wore a giant smile on her face. The man was about to pick up the Daily Prophet when some one knocked on the door.

"Let me in. I know you're in there" a voice called.

The man opened the door to reveal another man with ginger hair, he looked tired and his face was worn. It seemed he had seen to many things in his life that none of us are meant to see.

"Hello Harry," he said, "Hey Ginny, how are you guys this morning?"

"Ron what are you doing here?" asked Ginny, "Don't you have a job? Come on you need to get to the Ministry. Harry I think we have some floo powder in the closet, would you grab it. Ron you'll have to use floo powder, you're in no state to apparate.

"Ginny," Ron started.

"No, don't you argue with me" said Ginny, "Or I'll tell mum we had to send you to work today.

"Gosh Harry, how can you put up with her?" Ron asked as Harry entered the room with a pot of green dust.

"Ron, you need to get to work, but first," Harry trailed off.

"First" Ginny picked up for him, "Tell us why you're really here."

"I'm just…just, I'm just feeling sad again. That's all." Ron hung his head.

"Ron it's been over two months, I think you need to move on." Harry said gently.

"Don't you preach to me about moving on" snarled Ron, "You've got the girl of your dreams here, so don't tell me to forget mine."

Ron suddenly was lost in thought as he remembered that horrible night.

-x Flashback x-

"Harry, hit him in the chest" Hermione yelled.

A spell raced towards Harry's head and he ducked just in time. Voldemort was weakening. Harry shot one last spell at him, as he shot his last at Harry. The spell hit Voldemort square in the chest and the evil wizard fell. Harry ducked Voldemort's spell and leapt in joy.

"NOOOOOOO" Ron screamed as Hermione hit the ground.

"She's gone, dead" Ron said willing himself not to cry, "That last spell, hit her, now she's gone, gone, forever, Hermione." Ron looked at her face and heard a soft voice, barly audible. Ron rushed over to Hermione,falling to his knees. He lifted her frale body onto his lap hold her head up. "No, Hermione...you have to stay with us..." He said desprately. He couldn't loose her, not now, not when his brother had just died in the battle, along with his owl, and his dad in the hospital very badly wounded.

"Ron...it's ok." Hermione said, a trickle of blood ran down the side of her face from a cut lip. Ron hurredly wiped it away.

"No, Hermione, we can get you to 'Mungos! You still have time!" Said Ron. Hermione shook her head slowly.

"No, Ron, it's time, I'm not scared." She said her voice becoming softer by the second. Ron shook his head stubornly. "Oh, Ron..." she laughed slightly, then closed her eyes, Ron's eyes widened.

"Hermione, don't go yet." She opened her eyes,"Hermione, I wont let you go." Ron felt a tear trickle down his cheek.

"No, Ron I'm going, don't worry, I'll still be with you."

"No, no, no..." he whispered. "I wont be able to live without you! Hermione, I love you." She smiled.

"I love you too, Ron" she closed her eyes and Ron leaned down and kissed her softly on her cold lips. He watched her breath her last breaths, relizing now, it was too late.

Her lifeless body still held the smile. Ron was sobbing uncontrollably, and he would never fully heal from this. Hermione had died.

-x End Flashback x-

When Ron snapped out of his reverie he was sobbing. Ginny tried to give him a cup of coffee but he wouldn't take it. Harry was scrawling a letter to the ministry explaining that Ron would not be able to attend work that day.