Ron and Hermione showed up later that day. The sight of them holding hands made Harry's stomach churn a little bit. Seeing them together was strange, even though it fit perfectly. Harry also guessed that part of his discomfort was the idea of Ginny seeing someone else. He didn't dare ask, for what right did he have? He broke it off with her, not the other way around. She was certainly allowed to move on. His heart still ached for her, and now more than ever he wished she were here. "Harry? Harry are you alright?" Hermione asked him. Harry looked away in embarrassment. Hermione gave him a knowing look. "She still loves you Harry. Lots have come to call on her, but she won't give anyone else a chance. She's a strong witch, Harry. She can take care of herself; even if Voldemort came to call. Let her love you, you need her right now and she needs you," Hermione told him, thinking that was all he was thinking about. "I know she is capable of taking care of herself, Hermione. Surprise attacks aren't easy to escape," He replied, voice catching in his throat. Hermione looked away, and Ron shifted uncomfortably in the chair he had conjured for he and Hermione to sit on.
"Snape will pay Harry, he will pay," Ron said seriously. " I know," Harry Whispered, a tear rolling down his face.

/Everyone is changing there's no one left that's real To make up your own ending and let me know just how you feel Cause I am lost without you, I cannot live at all My whole world surrounds you I stumble then I crawl You could be my someone You could be my sea You know that i will save you From all of the unclean I wonder what your doing I wonder where you are There's oceans in between us But that's not very far/