I watched Ron walk to the stage. His hair was ruffled and he looked very sad. I know it was hard to lose the first best friend you had. I know it's hard for him. I know how he feels. When he looked my way I smiled and mouthed 'Be strong.' He nodded and opened his mouth. A gasp ran through the crowd as the famous Quidditch star stood there, blue eyes gazing into the distance, a sad smile on his face. I know they were surprised to see him. Ron was normally very busy... I saw him about once a week, sometimes more, sometimes less. I noticed a tear slide down his cheek and my heart went out to him. He opened his mouth to speak- nothing came out. Standing up, I walked up to him, putting my arms around my best friend. I felt him hug me back.

"Thanks, 'Mione." he whispered into my ear. I nodded and stood next to him as he started to speak.

"The 'Golden Trio' was to be forever and a day. It lasted for about 35 years." his voice was flat. Unemotional. Not Ron.

"In all the years I've known Harry... He's always been there for me... Even when I wasn't there for him. He's like a brother... The best you could ask for." one arm was still wrapped around my waist. His 6'5 frame dwarfing my 5'6.

"The chosen one. The Boy Who Lived. The Boy Who Lived To Tell The Story. Harry Potter. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to die. I remember meeting him. He was really nice... Despite the abuse he'd gone through." I noticed now, many people had tears in their eyes, swiping at them before they fell. Ron's voice cracked, going an octave higher than normal.

"I really can't say as much as Hermione or Ginny, but I can say I loved him as family. For all the years I knew him, I had a brother my own age. Someone to talk to; ogle at girls with, play quidditch evenly matched." I brushed a tear from my eye, noticing Ron do the same.

"We were a trio for a while, but not nearly long enough. I wasn't there when he died, I wish I was. I would have helped. He wouldn't have died." I looked up at him, furrowing my brow.

"I know, Hermione. You say it wasn't my fault. But if I was there, the trio would have fought, like so many times before. We came, we fought, we conquered..." he trailed off, brushing another tear from his eye. Many people smiled at the quote he used, getting the slight joke.

"There were times he needed me and Hermione, times that I couldn't help or didn't understand. I hope he knew that I was always there. Every time I played Quidditch I thought about all the help he gave me. On the day he died, I was thinking of him. I was thinking about how he'd act, sending his little girl off to school." Ron's gaze grew misty and sad.

"I'll miss him. More than a lot. He was my best friend." with that, Ron gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, fleeing.

I barreled after Ron, catching up with him under the Beach Tree we had lounged under so many times in our seven years of school. He traced the heart with HHR engraved in it. He shook his head.

"I'm going home. I'll be back in a bit." he dissaperated, leaving me alone. I walked back up towards the coffin, I choked out my last words before I broke down.

"Here, Draco." The blonde who had comforted me for the last two weeks stood and gave me a pained look.