A/N: Hey guys! Just wanted to say thinak you for my reviews, they have given me a sudden inspiration to post more. I hope you like my story so far, Clichesbullet I agree with you, she isnt my favourite character in the series. As for the fourth chapter I forgot to explain why I sent Ron to the seventh floor, the place where Fred died, I felt like Ron would go somewhere where he is emotionally connected to and knows well, like when he went to Shell Cottage after leaving Harry and Hermione in the tent. Anyway. Here is chapter five, I hope you like it, Please read and review.

Disclaimer:- Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

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It was soon after dark, when Hermione suddenly realised that all three of them hadn't eaten properly in over two days,although the thought of food made her stomach turned. She had no idea what the time was, all she knew was that it Ron's sobs subsided and he soon fell asleep, and that Harry was dosing, leaning his head against the wall behind him. Hermione felt drained of all her energy, she had got over her physical exhaustion of the battle by sleeping it off, however it was nothing compared to how she felt emotionally. As she stared blankly at the wall opporsite her, she let her mind wonder: it wasn't supposed to be this way, once the Horcruxes where destroyed and Voldemort was dead they would be rejoicing, celebrating at The Borrow with all the people they loved, ALL of them. She and Ron would finally be together, dancing along with Harry and Ginny, smiling into the night. As more time went on, Harry soon jolted awake, wondering why he couldn't really feel the lower half of body. He soon realised where they were sitting, with Ron and Hermione, who was running her hand through Ron's hair simply to calm her thoughts.

"How's he doing?"

Suddenly Hermione snapped her thoughts back to the reality of the situation.

"He's asleep. We should really think about going back, they must be getting worried, plus we haven't actually eaten in while." Whether it was the mention of food or simply their voices but Ron began to stir.

Quickly they made their way back to Gryffindor Tower, to be greeted by a very worried Mrs Weasley, clearly ready to shout at them over their antics of leaving without a word of where they were going and the length of time that they were away, however all her anger bloviated when she saw her son's face. Without a word she pulled out her wand and produced a Patronus, something she found hard to do in the current situation, thinking about the fact that Harry, Ron and Hermione were home and safe, which vanished to tell the rest of her children that the three of them had been found.

"Well, you three should eat, I dare say you're all looking too thin. Would you like to eat up here?" they all nodded, and with that called Kreacher, who offered to help the family in honour of Harry, to fetch some food from the kitchen. Although he was hungry, Ron found himself not wanting to eat. It was tasteless, getting stuck in his throat. He felt like he didn't deserve food, it was ot as if Fred could eat, that Fred could no longer enjoy his mothers cooking, why should he. After a few mouthfuls, Ron pushed his plate away from him and silently got up and headed up to the dormitory.

A/N: sorry its short but I felt like it didnt need anymore. Next chapter will be up soon. Please read and review.