Wow. Guess what story is almost over! That's right, this one! You should really review it whenever you wish…when you're done reading it in the whole or when you're done reading this chapter.
Did I tell you I love you for reading this far? I so do.
I own not a thing. Well, mostly.
four.xy
There are some things that even Hermione doesn't know, and one of those things is where the final Horcrux is. Ginny actually gives a good idea, and when the Order tries to destroy it, they figure out that it is, or rather was, indeed a Horcrux. No one dies in this battle.
She knows that only one thing is left in their way to peace, and that is Voldemort.
It is late May now, and she's actually laughing for once. Ron is a rather ghastly shade of white, however. They're in the Hogwarts hospital wing, and her father is trying to have a rather serious talk with Ron as she lies in the bed and smiles.
But her smile falters as she looks over at a nearby window and sees a fly, trapped in the space between the screen and the pane, near dead. A few months ago she could have cared less, but now that they've lost so much, she knows that even small, annoying lives are significant.
Even with all her toes broken, she crawls out of the bed and opens the window, letting the fly buzz around the room as Ron, surprised, helps her back to her bed. Harry is across the room, passed out. He has been since the battle ended—he was terribly injured—but he'll be fine in a few days, they've been told.
Her father goes to kill the fly, but she tells him no, and watches as it returns to the window, where it will be trapped once more when night falls and Mrs. Weasley gets worried that Hermione and Harry shall catch cold.
four.xx
One more battle and it could be the worst yet, Ron thinks as he leaves the small graveyard in the town to return to Hogwarts, the late spring air blowing in his face. And even though he's already lost Fred, he knows that it will be the worst.
The Death Eaters didn't kill Fred in any battle. Fred killed himself. Fred was funny and nice and brave, but he couldn't run a ruined shop and he couldn't joke with an angry twin brother and he couldn't marry a dead almost fiancé. So what was left?
Ron worries about himself more now than he used to. He worries about Hermione, and then about himself.
He can't worry about Harry when Harry has a concussion.