Going mad isn't something you can recognize on the symptoms. It's something in your head, a button which is turned on. People can make themselves crazy, replaying memories in their head, blaming their selves for events, happened in the past. Until they can't distinguish fantasy from reality.

Ronald Weasley stared blankly at the wall before him. It all happened three years ago, and still, he couldn't contain it. The loss of his two best friends. Harry died in the Final Battle, so did Hermione, three weeks after it, collapsed under her injuries.

Hermione gasped, and her hands moved over her chest, as if that could take her pain away. Her voice was hardly audible, but Ron, who had been next to her bed, every free hour, immediately bowed over her body.

'Herm?'

'Ron?' Her voice was only a whisper.

He grabbed her hands, tears streaming down his face.

'Herm, I'm here for you. Everything is going to be all right.'

'Ron,' She spluttered. 'Love you. Lov-'

She coughed, blood splattering on her chest. Ron placed his head in her neck and cried.

'Don't leave me now, Herms.'

And there she died, in his arms. Her last words being: 'Ron, I love you.'

In his seventh year, his family consisted of nine members. One year later, there were four Weasley's left. Bill died at first. He took a Avada Kedavra which was meant for Ron. George and Percy died, battling Bellatrix. George was with his back against the wall, with no way of defending himself. Bellatrix was just about to say the killing curse, when Percy's curse hit her. George ran to his brother and Peter Pettigrew killed both of them, both with a killing curse in their back. Arthur had also died. Same curse. There was now only a shade left of the old Molly. Her happy, smiling face had disappeared, now replaced by a sad and crying one. Charlie had returned to his work, but he was a complete workaholic now, according to Tonks. He worked, worked, ate and slept. Angelina had taken care of Fred, and slowly he was becoming himself again. He probably was the only Weasley who would recover.

Ginny was the most tragic case. She was one of their best fighters and had saved half of the Order. She was tortured until her body couldn't bear it anymore. But she died with her head up and with a smile. Ron missed her.

Harry had also died, that was one of the biggest shocks Ron had to endure. Harry had always been there, from his first year. Whether they were fighting or almost literally laughing their ass of. They had promised each other one thing. Graduate together. Harry had broken his word. For the first time in his life, Ron had felt lonely. Around him, everybody pulled a happy face, but it was just semblance. Dean smiled and slapped Ron on the back and said loudly: 'Finally! Graduated.' Ron studied his face. Dean's once sparkling brown eyes were now dull and he kept casting glances at the place where Seamus would stand... If he had been alive.

Dean killed himself ten days after graduating. He couldn't get over his best friends death.

Ron didn't killed himself. He didn't cut his wrists. What he did was far worse. He was getting mad, going crazy. His mind was a mess, he couldn't say what was real and what was fantasy. He knew it. He knew he had to get help. But there was one thing that made it worth to get mad.
Ron looked up. In the door-post was a silhouette. It stepped forward and a ghostlike image appeared. It was Hermione. Ron closed his eyes.
It wasn't real. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. Hermione was dead.
The shade floated towards him and two soft lips brushed his own. He opened his eyes and saw Hermione, now clearly visible.
One time. Just one more time.
And just one more time, Ron believed his Hermione had appeared, that she was really alive. He closed his eyes and there was she again, her lips covering his.

Maybe was getting mad not that bad at all.