A/N: Thank you to those that reviewed. I wrote another chapter thanks to you.
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The sky rumbles no more,reflecting Hermione's thoughts. The only evidence that the storm had actually been there was the memory of it. She takes the courage to get up off the floor and look outside. Everything is battered, flowers broken, their fragile petals on the ground. And yet she feels a strange sense of peace. The battle that had killed her for seemingly so long has ended. She's alright; she lived through another night of sorrow. This time she feels like she may just be able to breathe again.
Sunshine creeps shyly out of dark clouds and lights up the world again. Hermione opens the window, and breaths in the sweet smell that lingers in the air after a storm. However, there is some other fragrance there as well.
Good God, it couldn't possibly be, could it? Hermione rushes away from the window, and throws open the closet. At random she grabs one of Ron's old shirts and breaths in the scent.
It's just like the one she had smelled back at the window. Gathering up all her strength, Hermione edges out of the closet and slowly steps closer to the window. A quiet draft arrives to ruffle her hair gently and lingers around the room. The smell of Ron comes along with it, and Hermione is tempted to cry again. But the wind whips back in again only to bring with it a showering of rose petals, all those that fell in the storm outside.
Hermione's eyes well up with tears, but this time they don't fall. For her twenty-second birthday, Ron had given her twenty-two roses as a gift. It had been the most beautiful bouquet she had ever seen, and that was when she had realized just how much she had loved him. He had said only one thing when he had given it to her, "I hope that you remember me, even if we are not together one day."
How could she not? Those roses were still with her, specially dried and in a vase by her headboard.
She hears a smash behind her, and wheels around to see. It's her wedding picture, knocked down off the table. The picture itself is left unharmed, while the glass from the frame is shattered all around it.
In a big gust of wind, the picture is lifted and almost flung at her. Then, all goes quiet.
Hermione takes this time to look down at her hands that now hold the picture of their happiness. Seeing nothing different but two faces smiling up at her, she hesitantly turns the page over.
And there, written in Ron's messy scrawl, were the words "till death do us part." Hermione breaths in sharply, not remembering whether he had ever written anything on the back…
And then she looks up from those words, feeling his presence all around her. Everywhere now, in the way the sun broke through the dark sky, and the way the curtains swayed, and in the draft that still caressed her.
No, Ron was wrong. Death would not part them. He would always be with her, always watch over her. And if she found someone else to love, he would watch over them both. He would be there for her in all that she did. Just as he had been before he died. Because he had never really left her, he had just moved away for a little while.
He had made the greatest sacrifice for her, the gift of life. He had given his up for her to be able to live, to carry on. And so she would, knowing that he would be there every step of the way.
A/N: Hope you liked. That's the end of the story, I'll leave you to imagine what happens :)