A/n: I've went back into a previous chapter and changed one of the quadruplets names. Now their names are Wilhelmina , Celeste , Bobby , Sirius. Hope you like this chapter. Thanks to all my reviews. bye now!

Ron . . .

I didn't go to work today. I just didn't feel up to it. I don't feel up to doing anything today. I always feel this way the day before our anniversary . . . ever since Harry died anyway. Nothing has ever been the same for me. Malfoy just couldn't rot in the ground like normal dead people. Why the hell did it have to happen to Harry! The one person that made me happy is gone and will never come back. I can't seem to move on and even if I could who would there be ? There is nobody else for me but HARRY! He promised he wouldn't die , he promised he wouldn't leave me ! He lied ! He fucking lied! I wish he'd come back , I know that's impossible. I feel so cold without him. I feel like my soul has been split in half. Harry , I fucking hate you! I hate you for doing this to me. How could you leave me. I pull my knees up to my chest and begin to cry. I see his bloody body flash before my eyes. My world crumpled the day he died and I was forced to try and rebuild it. How can I ever be happy again. I'm alone now. Nobody to spend our anniversary with. Nobody to keep me warm and lay with me during the night. Nobody to love me. Nobody at all. What's left for me here? I don't know why lived this long. Oh yeah , because my family would never forgive me if I committed suicide. Suicide sounds so tempting to me right now though.I can see a glinting from the kitchen. It calls to me. There's a knife on the kitchen table. I grasp it in my hand. It's funny how shiny , delicate and not to mention sharp it looks. I could end it all with one incision. End all my sorrow and all my pain. There is no place in this world for me anymore. I raise the knife above my wrist. I'm prepared for the end. I bring it higher and prepare to bring a swift end to my miserable life. Then- Ding Dong Saved by the bloody door bell.

Who the hell could it be. I quickly put the knife down. What the hell was I thinking ! I still have things to finish here. How could I be so ungrateful. I can't give up on life. I owe Harry that much. I can hear chanting now. I walk to the front and the chanting only gets louder. I know those little voices. I wipe the tears of my face quickly and try to look as normal as possible. I open the door and standing at my doorstep is Hermione and Ginny and six little children. I don't feel like having visitors today but I put on a fake smile and pretend to be happy even though I still feel like crying my eyes out.

" Unca Won's house! Unca Won's house! Unca Won's house!" The children chant as they enter the house, their voices are loud , shrill and demanding , like my mother's. Hermione is staring at me with a wide grin. That is never good. It means she just got shagged or she wants something.

"Ron!" She screams. "It's been so long." She grabs me in one of her bonecrushing hugs. I struggle to get away but with no luck.

"It hasn't been that long , 'mione. Please stop trying to break me in half." I tell her and she finally releases me. Ginny is grinning now. Something is not right. I wonder which one is pregnant. Ginny is bitchy when she's pregnant. Hermione on the other hand is happy when she's pregnant, especially when she was pregnant with the twins.

"It's good to see you. How are you?" Hermione asks with a bit of concern. She nows what tommorrow is.

"I've been fine. How are you?" I lied. I know it's wrong for me to lie to them but I can't worry them. They look at eachother and there grins get wider. I raise an eyebrow at them.

"We're fine. It's good to see you." Hermione exclaims.Why is she repeating herself and why in the hell is she so happy? Did they just have sex. No, those are not I-just-got-shagged grins. Those grins . . .they only grin like this when . . .

"No!" I exclaim. I can't believe they want me to babysit. That's why they were grinning at me. Don't get me wrong I love kids. I always did want children of my own. Little Harriettes and Ron juniors running around the house. Harry and I always did want kids but fate had other plans for us. I was meant to be alone and Harry was meant to die. Dammit, why do I keep torturing myself with the past. The point is I refuse to babysit those kids. The twins are to clever for their own good. Two weeks ago they tricked me into doing their homework. I thought I was tutoring them. The little girls are sneaky as hell. Two weeks ago when I went to take a nap I woke up covered in dirt , leaves and rocks. When I asked them what they were doing they started poutting.

" We giving you a beauty tweetment." They all said in unison. I couldn't even take a nap! I didn't even hear them coming. The little crumb snatchers!

"Please , Ron. It's only until tommorrow. We just need some alone time before the new baby is born. Please!" Ginny begs. They have finally stopped grinning. It probably wouldn't be so bad this time. At least I won't be alone.

"Ok." I say slowly. I'm not sure of what I've got myself into. Their grinning again. I wish they'd stop doing that.

"Thank you so much! " Hermione says hugging me.

"We have to go and we will be back tommorrow. Kids , come give mommy a kiss goodbye." Ginny said. Why are they in such a hurry.

"Which one of you is pregnant?" I have to ask. The question was burning a whole in the back of my head.

"I am." Ginny said with pride. Hermione is going to have her hands full for the next nine months. The kids are jumping around like mad. I'm going to have a hell of a night.

Harry. . .

We arrived in London about two hours ago. I'm nervous beyond words. I can't believe I'm in Theodore Nott's estate , well , it's Pansy's now. She inherited it when he died. Draco doesn't know about it though. That's a good thing and it's only ten minutes from Ron's house. Pansy gave me the address.

I'll finally get to see him again. I wonder how he'll act when he see us. I'm almost positive he would hate me. I've been 'dead' for five years. He's probably remarried and is currently living happily ever after with a tanned muscular twenty year old named David who likes to cook and likes do all the things that you liked and I didn't, or, you could be living alone not knowing what to do with your life , drifting deeper and deeper into sweet nothingness each day , hoping and praying that this all a dream and when you wake up I'll be there to hold you tightly and tell you everything is alright. I suppose if I came back to you now you wouldn't love me , you loved me when I was beautiful. I'm not beautiful anymore. The scars and bruises on my body tell the story that my lips can't utter. From an early age I learned how to hide bruises and now it has become a skill. Maybe if I told him he would understand , there is only one way to find out. Even if he does hate me for this he can't hate his daughter. This is going to make her day.

"Willow!" I call to her and she runs up to me with a big smile on her face. Its been a while since I last saw her smile like that. "How would you like to go see your other daddy?"

Her eyes grow wide as saucers and before I can cover my ears she screams in excitement.

"Yes! I want to go see daddy!" Willow says as she hopped up and down. I twirl my wedding ring around my finger. So, it's settled. Ron, we'll be together soon.

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