Just a little story; what I think should have happened at the end of "The Goblin's Revenge (chapter fifteen), Deathly Hallows".
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'RON!'

'Bloody hell...sorry 'Mione.'

'Merlin!' Hermione ran a hand through her bushy hair as tears started to fall. She knew Ron had a temper but this! She should have stopped him...why didn't she? They – wait what was she thinking; this was his fault, his problem, not hers, not theirs – he was not going to get away with this.

'What were you thinking!' Hermione whispered; she was too angry to yell.

'I don't know...I just couldn't stop,' whispered Ron desperately and looked down at his large feet. It had just happened, he hadn't meant too. 'It's this stupid locket's fault.'

'Ron, the locket doesn't have arms, does it?' She knew getting angry wouldn't help but it would make her feel better; this was one problem she didn't have an answer too.

'But-,'

'No "but" about it Ronald,' she was really angry; she had just used his full name. 'What are we going to do? No, what are you going to do?'

''Mione please...I need help with this problem, you've always helped me in the past,' Ron gave her his cheekiest smiles, a smile he knew she couldn't resist, but it never reached his eyes; all they could see was Azkaban. 'And think about it, it'll be much quieter now.' Hermione stopped herself from smiling, she couldn't smile at him, it was wrong now.

'What are you doing now!'

'What do you think 'Mione? I can't just...' Ron shrugged his shoulders having no clue as to what he should do.

Hermione followed Ron outside, she folded her arms tightly; it was a true British winter. The tent's doors blew furiously in the wind and just on time, the sky opened up. But this didn't stop Ron or nor did it stop Hermione from following.

'Accio,' whispered Ron, the rain and thunder made it hard for Hermione to hear what he had called for. She watched Ron as he calmly did what needed to be done. He beckoned her towards him; they stood together and looked out over the view in front of them.

Hermione knew she shouldn't be standing with Ron, but who could she go to? No one.
No one would understand; no one would listen and if they did, they wouldn't be able to help; there was no aurors to tell and if she did tell, how would that help? Ron wasn't a dark wizard; he was a Weasley, a Gryffindor and best friends with her, a muggle born. What had been done was done.

Ron looked at Hermione and then looked back to the view, she was deep in thought; he could practically see the cogs grinding in her head. She wouldn't tell on him...would she? No she wouldn't, Hermione Granger was many things but a snitch, no. Yes, he wished he could go back and stop himself but part of him was alright with what he had done. It was going to happen one day; Ron was just helping the process along a bit. Anyway, it was his fault, not Ron's, he knew not to make Ron annoyed, he knew about his temper and rage, it was his fault.

'What are we going to do now?' Asked Hermione as they walked back to the tent. Ron shrugged before he tried to answer.

'We'll just have to go back, we-,'

'Ron, we cannot do that!'

'Well, Hermione what else do you suggest?' Ron's voice was pleading with her, he didn't want to go back but what other choice was there. They couldn't do it now. Hermione just looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Ron wrapped her into a tight hug.

'Come on, it'll be alright. I promise,' he whispered into her ear and she trusted him, she believed his promise.

They walked back into the tent and Hermione decided they needed a hot drink; she began making three cups of tea, before realising they would only need two now.

'What will we tell them?' Ron knew who she meant by 'them'; his family, their friends...every light wizard in the world. Everyone who had rested their hopes on the trio.

Ron quietly chuckled; Hermione didn't see the joke.

'That's easy,' he smiled. 'Death eaters. They'll quite happily say it was them, no fuss, no questions. We were attacked and we couldn't do anything to stop them.' Ron looked away and then back at Hermione; there were tears in his bright blue eyes. 'I-I tried mum, I-I just couldn't do anything. That should be me. I'm useless, pathetic,' he sobbed, his voice soaked in sadness and guilt; for a moment even Hermione believed him, before she realised he was acting. 'We'll just keep on saying that we don't want to talk about it, people will understand, accept it and move on,' Ron didn't sound so sure on the last part. At the start of this he was worried and then he was fine, now the worry was returning. 'I'm going to have a shower, get clean, maybe you should start packing, but make it look hurried, rushed. We'll have to make it look realistic.' Ron smiled at her and Hermione smiled back.

She wasn't so sure that this was going to work but what else could she do? In her heart she was sad for the loss, but she knew her sadness couldn't interfere with what had to be done. And anyway, he wasn't that important...was he?

'Oh Merlin,' sobbed Molly as Ron and Hermione finished their story; the rest of the Burrow was silent in grief.

Molly and the rest of the Weasley clan were there, even Charlie was present, Lupin, Tonks, all of the Order that was still alive and even Dobby was there. Ron and Hermione had returned dishevelled, dirty, clueless, tired, messy and crying. They had requested the presence of everyone; they said they had news which would affect everyone. And they weren't lying.

'Why haven't they spread the news yet?' Asked Lupin desperately, hoping it wasn't true; they said they hadn't actually seen the act.

'Maybe they want others to keep hoping?' Answered Ron unsurely, Hermione just continue to sob into Ron's chest. Lupin nodded; the room silently agreed.

No one spoke.

Harry Potter was dead.