a/n: Sorry it took me so long to finish this and I'm sorry I held you all up. I'm trying to get the internet back in my computer so right now I'm using my mom's.

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"Ronald, I'm so sorry." Hermione cried as she tried to pull Ron off of Harry's grave. "This isn't the place. There are too many people here." She tried to calm him by putting her arms around him. It only made him cry harder.

"Harry, Please. I wish I was dead!" Ron cried, banging his head against the dusty tomb stone. He pulled away from Hermione. He didn't want to hear her right now. "Oh Merlin, why? What am I supposed to do without him." Ron cried hysterically, three old woman past him and gave him dirty look as they went but he paid them no mind. "I hate all you fucking people! Get the hell away from us." Ron yelled at the onlookers, tears cascading down his pale white face. He wrapped his arms around the tomb stone, He wished that he had protected Harry. If only he had seen Malfoy coming. In the blink of an eye his world was burned away and there was nothing left but the scorched earth that had been left behind. He felt so empty inside. He looked over at all the shocked faces, the whispering and cold stares. He loathed those people. Harry had died trying to protect them and what did they do? They turned their backs on him when he needed help the most. Maybe if there had a few more people willing to fight Harry would still be alive. "I told you all to go the hell away!" Some scrambled to leave but others just stared at him dumbfoundedly.

"Ron that's enough! We're taking you home." Ron heard Bill's voice and before he knew what was happening he was being halled up by his feet. Ron screamed and held on to the tomb stone for dear life. He couldn't leave Harry again. He wouldn't leave Harry again.

"No! Get off me. No. No. No! " Ron screamed as he was pulled away by all five of his brothers and his father.

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I clench my fists. I should have known they were lying to me. Malfoy can't still be alive. Minerva told me he got the kiss. I'll kill them all. No, I'll be smart about this. I'll let them think I know nothing. I'll fix them all but first I'll get him out of Malfoy's grasp. If only I could find him.

"It's ok , Willow. I'm going to find him." I nod to my baby girl. I levitate my mom onto the bed in the center of the room. Willow sniffs and rubs her little red nose. Felix and Milo smile at her.

"Is she our cousin?" They ask at the same time, the way Fred and George used too.

"Duh. You two are real idiots you know that." Sirius said with her hands on her hips. They all look up at me in questioning and I can only nod. I have too many things on my mind.

"Mother? Mother, wake up." I call to my mum. "Inervate." She snaps up and looks around. She points at Willow and I can only guess what she's about to say.

"This isn't possible is it? How?" She asks as tears fill her eyes. I understand her pain.

"Harry isn't dead. Someone has been lying. After I kill Malfoy, I'll find out the truth." I fully intend to kill the ferret. I don't care what happens afterward. I'll think of the future when it gets here. He's robbed me off my life, my happiness and god only knows what he's done to Harry. I'll make him pay for it all.

"I don't understand. The Malfoy's are dead, Ronald. You know that."

"Maybe Malfoy Senoir and his wife but Malfoy his alive." I turn away. I have no time to spare. "Willow, do you know where you live.?" I grab her attention from Milo. She shakes her head.

"Do you go to school?"

"I go to Madam Helena's Academy for the Magically Advanced. It's on 2111 Wood street, Manchester. I know to get there." She said looking down at her feet. Maybe she knows how far it is from her house.

"How do you get there?" I ask her. I watch as mum rounds up the kids. All except Willow.

"Dwaco said that mommy can't apparate so we have to walk to school. It isn't far. We leave the house. Walk across the steet, then go up the street and walk down the block and my school is the big building on the side." Willow said matter-of-factly. They must live on

"You very intelligent for a five year old." Mother tells her.

"Thank you, Ma'am." She whispers and dipped her head in thanks. I wonder who taught her that. That means she must live on Queens street , Brazennose or Deans gate. That definitely narrows the search.

"You don't have to call me Ma'am. Call me Grandma." My mother smiles.

"Your my grandmother ?"

"Yes. Didn't your . . . urm . . . mother ever talk about me." Willow looked as if she were thinking before she answered my mother.

"My grandma's name is Molly. My mommy said that she loved babies and she was really nice." Willow looked mom up and down. "I gotta a picture. Wanna see?" She looks up at me and I nod. So does mom. She pulls a peice of folded paper from her blue overalls. She hands it to my mom and once again my mother began to cry. I don't have time for this. I should go and find Harry now. I stand up and dust off my jeans.

"Your dad was in his third year at Hogwarts when this picture was taken. It was christmas. I- I didn't think Harry would come and see us that Christmas." She says as she lifts Willow from the floor. "Ronald, where are you going?"

"Can you take the kids for awhile mum. I have somewhere I have to be. Don't call Ginny or Hermione." There are so many images in my head of ways to kill Malfoy. I'll need some help finding him and I know just where to go.

"Where are you going Daddy?" Willow stares at me. My baby, Everything is going to be ok soon.

"Everything is going to be ok.You'll go with your grandma for now and when I come back . . . Harry will be wih me." I kiss her forehead gently. She beams at me. Wrapping her small hands around my neck, she whispers the thing that I always wanted to her.

"I love you, Daddy." She fills my heart with joy.

"Ronald, I know what your thinking and I know I can't stop you but please for the love of me don't go alone." My mum please.

I turn back on my way out the bedroom door. "Who said I'm going alone." I apparate downstairs. Walking to the Fireplace, I already know who I'm going to call.

I throw the powder in and watch as the embers change color. I speak the destination and wait for the face.

"Who the hell is this?" Neville yells through the fireplace connection. The war changed him as well. For better or worse I can't say, I don't have that much contact with im anymore.

"It's Ron. Do you still work at St. Mungo's?"

"What's up, Ron. Yeah I still work at Mungo's. Why?" He asks suspiciously.

"Because I need you to meet me there in fifteen minutes. It's important."

"Alright man. It ain't like I got anything better to do." He huffs before his face face fades from the fire. I put on my black cloack and walk through the front door, appareting away. Tonight Malfoy pays.

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