A/N: This fic is going to be set in the future, a year or so after they graduate from Hogwarts. The battle between Harry and Voldemort has not yet been won. This is my first time writing a Harry potter fic, so don't hurt me. XD

Disclaimer: I own nothing.. JK Rowling does. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting in front of this computer, now would I?

Oh, and lyrics at the beginning of this chapter belong to 'Call Me When You're Sober,' by Evanescence.


Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
you would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

He looked down at the pile of loose dirt that now covered the body of his best friend, tears beginning to fall. It had been a closed-casket service, meaning he wasn't able to see her, just like everyone else. His gazed traveled around to the people, all of them dressed in black, dabbing at their tear stained cheeks. Sure, they were upset, but they couldn't tell how much this hurt him. They weren't able to see his heart ripping in half. Or so he thought, as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Harry's.

"She's gone, mate." Harry said in a voice that suggested he was trying hard not to break down as well.

"But I..I never- I never got to tell her…" Ron's voice trailed off as more tears blurred his vision.

"That you love her." A voice said. They both turned and stared. Ginny stood there, her own tears streaming down her cheeks, a sad smile on her face. "She knew, Ron. She knew." The tears began falling faster. Ron turned away, not wanting his sister to see him like this. Ginny walked over to Harry, who took her in his arms, and rubbed her back as she sobbed into his shoulder. This can't be happening, Ron thought. She can't be dead. She would have outsmarted them. Why did she get caught? Why did she leave!

"Ron!" Someone called for him, interrupting his thoughts. He turned, seeing Harry and Ginny staring at him with concern. "Ron, we have to head home now," Ginny said quietly. "Mum's waiting." Harry squeezed her hand. Ron nodded, and began following them away from the cemetery. Away from everything.

"Hermione's not dead," he muttered under his breath. "She's not."