Author's Note: Well…here we are…the end…
…BUT WAIT! We can't leave it there!!!!! Don't worry, true believers, there will be a sequel in a month or so.
But Beautiful Disaster HAS to get finished first, before readers start burning me in effigy on the internet.
Enjoy!
The pain is indescribable. Sometimes my heart hurts so much I can hardly stand to breathe. He is gone. They are gone. That's it. I won't hear from them for a very long time, if ever. I miss them so much already it hurts to think.
I slept in Ron's bed last night. I tossed and turned for two hours on my cot in Ginny's room before getting up to pace in the hall. My feet carried me to his door. My hand opened it and then my legs walked me to his bed where I collapsed. The last thing I remember before completely passing out was the smell. It was as though Ron were right there with me, hugging me close.
When I woke up this morning, Ginny was curled in a tight ball on the bed Harry had always used.
I guess I wasn't the only one.
I am in agony and it is for purely selfish reasons. They went to do what they had to do. Now, I have to be a grown up and do whatever it is that I have to do. But everything hurts!
Oh Merlin, what would I do if, God forbid, something were to happen to him?!?! Please, dear God or whatever exists up in the Heavens, watch over him. Keep him safe. Bring him home soon.
The blot confused Hermione. She reached up to touch her cheek and found wetness. She hadn't even known she was crying. Taking a deep breath, she closed her journal and sat back against the tree. She stretched her legs out and pointed her toes toward the far reaches of the Burrow.
She needed to get out of here.
Inside, Ginny watched Hermione through the kitchen window. Her friend hadn't said one word in nearly 24 hours. Everyone at the Burrow was subdued, but Hermione was silent.
"She still out there wallowing?"
"Hush, George," Mrs. Weasley scolded.
Not being able to take anymore, Ginny wandered outside.
"Looks like a storm's brewing," she said, gesturing toward the rapidly darkening sky.
"Looks like," Hermione replied dully.
"Hermione, you have to snap out of this; you're scaring me."
"Am I, Ginny? I'm sorry. I'm scaring myself."
"He'll be alright."
"Will he?"
"Yes, he's with Harry, they're together. They'll be alright."
"Yes, he's with Harry. He'll go with Harry; he'll follow Harry. He'll follow Harry everywhere. Up and down and in and out. He'll follow Harry right into his grave," she turned on her heel and walked into the Burrow, leaving Ginny alone as thunder began to crash above their heads.
To Be Continued…