A/N:- Hey guys! thank you so much for your reviews, they mean so much to me, here is the next chapter as promised. I have half term this week. which means I get writing more chapters and posting at a better rate than I am now! I hope you like this chapter, thankfully it is a lot longer than the last. Please remember to review, any ideas are welcome, I am prone to writers' block!
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The whole family were staring at the place where Ron had vanished, none of them sure on whether to follow. Harry knew he had to go and make sure his friend was okay, he went to get up giving Hermione a pat on shoulder to let her know it was alright. He trudged up to the boys' dormitory, preparing himself for the worse, would Ron shout at him? Tell him to leave? Walk out? However when he got up to the room he wasn't prepared for what was sitting there; Ron on his bed staring at the floor, he looked so dejected, so isolated.

"Ron, are you okay? It's not like you not to eat."

At the sound of Harry voice, Ron jumped not expecting to be followed.

"Oh, hey Harry. I'm alright. Just had to get away from everyone."

"You want to talk about it?" Harry moved over to sit opposite Ron.

"Not really."

They sat there in silence; Harry knowing that soon enough Ron would have a rant to get everything off his chest, spending ten months in tent with his best friends taught Harry that Ron didn't hold back his feelings, even if it took him a while to realise them. They both continued to stare at a point on floor until Ron broke the quiet.

"I'm just fed up of looking at Mum, Dad and George's depressed faces. Hearing Percy constantly feeling guilty about abandoning us and apologising all the time. Bill taking charge of the all details and acting like Mum and Dad. Ginny's constant questioning. Charlie babysitting me, you and Hermione, just in case we decide to take off again or come into anymore danger or trouble. I hate being all together, like dinner just makes the void bigger, enhancing the fact that Fred is gone, and he can't come back, no more coming up with new products for the shop, or playing Quidditch. I just, just can't. Does the pain ever go away?"

Harry moved to sit next to Ron, not sure on what to say, he couldn't explain how it felt when Sirius died, or how the pain slowly numbed, the guilt he felt when he had been getting on with life and not thinking of Sirius. Ron's question made him start thinking, 'no it doesn't get easier, the pain doesn't go away, it just changes.

"Look, its not easy, do you remember how I distanced myself from everyone when Sirius died, then got really angry? Everyone reacts in different ways, but slowly the pain just sort of goes numb and suddenly it doesn't feel like the same pain your feeling now, he changes into something else, you will know what I mean when you experience it, it hard to explain. You soon realise that your getting on with everyday things and that the memories aren't so painful anymore and you can laugh at them. It just takes time." Harry could see Ron processing the information, watching it make sense in his head until he managed to say;

"Thanks Harry."

"I'm here for you mate, anytime. Have you had any sleep? No offence mate but you look awful."

"Not really, kind of scare to fall asleep, then I wake up when I usually took watch in the tent."

Harry knew this information of course; he had heard Ron toss and turn ever since they fell asleep after the battle, sometimes he would be woken up by Ron shouting Fred's name, he himself knew the feeling; being scared to sleep, worried that Voldemort would come alive in his dreams, haunted by the faces of Colin, Snape, Tonks, Lupin and Fred.

"How about I'll keep watch and you catch up on some sleep?"

"Thanks Harry, for everything mate"

"No problem"

Harry watched Ron climb into bed and fall asleep, the process taking very little time. Quietly he walked out of the dormitory and down the stairs into the Common Room. He took a seat next to Hermione who looked at him questionly.

"He is okay for now; made sure he was sleeping before I left."

All she did was nod before she turned back to Ginny, both watching Bill and Percy play a game of Wizard's Chess, simply to take their minds of other things. Harry looked closely at Bill, who seemed to have dark shadows underneath his eyes, he soon realised Bill was having a harder time than he was letting on, taking care of everyone else allowed him to forget his own pain. After another two games, Harry playing the winner, Percy, who then played Ginny, Bill took charge again and announced it was time for them to head to bed.

As Harry and Hermione walked into their room they found Ron sitting up in bed looking troubled.

"Nightmare" he mumbled when he saw their worried faces.

"Want to talk about it?" both Harry and Hermione went to join Ron on his bed.

"Nah, but could we just talk for a bit? You know about little things?"

They talked for hours, mostly about old school memories; when Hagrid had won a dragon egg in a game of cards, when Ron panicked with the Devils Snare, the image of Hermione sitting on the floor in Myrtle's bathroom brewing Polyjuice Potion, how she turned herself into half a cat complete with a tail, when Harry and Ron went wondering around the castle at night for the first time thanks to the Invisibility Cloak and finding the Mirror of Erised. They laughed over all the magical things they did when they were children. It felt strange for Harry to laugh, he hadn't done so in such a long time that the feeling almost hurt. Slowly they fell asleep. Happy memories filling their dreams.