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Note2-RE-DONE

Day 1

"I just can't go on," Ron proclaimed, "She was the love of my life, and I just can't live without her!"

"Ron," Ginny tried to reason with him, "You can't wallow in self pity forever! One day you'll have to accept her death and move on. Now don't give me that look," she said as a swell of sadness swept Ron's face, "I'm telling you this for your own good!"

Ron shrugged off his sister's advice and started to stalk off, but Harry stopped him.

"Ginny's right you know" he said.

"Oh, shove off," Ron yelled, "You still have the love of your life, so don't try to preach to me about living without mine!"

Ron ran off, yelling something about never returning and some dark deep something.

"I'll go after him." Harry said and gave Ginny a light kiss before he left, with a feeling of foreboding growing inside of him. In fact he couldn't help but feel as if it would be a long time before he would see his wife again.

Harry ran after Ron.

"Ron!" he shouted, "RON!" and raced around a corner, through some muggle's front yard and past a dog that looked strangely wolfish. When he finally caught up with Ron he was panting and out of breath, with sweat dripping down his face.

"Ron," he said, "What in the world were you thinking? "

"It's not worth it Harry," Ron stated with color of sorrow in his voice, "This life, it's just not worth it, not without Mione."

"So," Harry said dryly, "Your plan is to run for the rest of your life?"

"No," Ron said indignantly, "There's a hole just north of the Ministry's telephone booth entrance."

"Gosh Ron," Harry looked at his friend, with a hint of annoyance in his eyes, "Don't you get it, you can't just take your life like that, don't you know what that would do? Don't you remember what happened 5 years ago? It was bad enough when George died, and then that last curse hit Hermione and, well, you know. Can you even think of what would happen to your mum if you did that?" Harry shook his head and let out a sob the memories violently returned.

Ron began weeping too. The memories of Hermione's death and her funeral, and his brother's memorial service flooded back to him. (Yes George had had a memorial service, everyone knew he would have wanted that, and besides, George's body had never been found, but a witness had seen him killed.) Then with a jolt he ran off again. Harry, using his brain this time, simply apparated to the hole he knew Ron was talking about.

When he got there Harry sat down and waited with a look of boredom mixed with longing to be beside Ginny on his face. When Ron finally got to the hole it was his turn to be panting and out of breath, his long red hair sweeping his brow, then sticking lightly because of the sweat covering his face.

"Harry," he yelled, "You can't stop me. I'm going to jump, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"But…but…" Harry searched his mind for a reason, "Just think of…of….ummm…."

"See Harry, it's just not worth it."

"Just think of," Harry said, the words flowing easily into his mind, "What about your mum, your dad, Ginny, Fred, Bill, Charlie, Percy..well maybe not Percy, and me. We can't live without you Ron. We just cant, please." Harry whispered the last words with anguish on his face. "You can't just leave us all, not after all we've been through."

"It's to late, Harry, to late." Ron said faintly, "Say goodbye to everyone for me." And with that Ron backed away from Harry and whispered "I have decided" as he jumped down.

"NOOOOOOO," Harry yelled, "RONNNNNN!" and without a second thought Harry jumped down the hole after him.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Saving your life." Harry shot back.

"You dolt!" Ron yelled, "How in the world can you save me if your stuck falling down this hole with me?"

"Erm..umm..well," Harry started, "I hadn't exactly thought of that yet, but we'll get you out of here, I'll find a way."

"Don't you get it?" Ron asked, "I just want to be with Mione"

"But," said Harry, "Hermione's not in this hole."

"ARGH" Ron yelled in frustration.

"Uhh, Ron," Harry said, "Do you by any chance have a strange feeling in your stomach?"

"No," Ron said cautiously, "Why?"

"Because…I'm feeling….a….bit…."Harry clutched his stomach.