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After All Is Said and Done

Three months. She had been my everything, my entire life, the love of my life until three months ago. I was so lucky, so happy where I was, but three months ago she ended it. Because she didn't like me. Because she felt nothing for me. We had spent a year and a half together and now she felt nothing. Now she wanted nothing to do with me. She wanted to just move on in life after we had planned to be together. I had seen her go through guys while we hadn't been dating and I knew that she was going slow right now. I knew I shouldn't be happy. She said she wanted to move far away from here. Get away from this place she had come to call home, but a part of her wanted to stay here forever.

I could see her now. She was happy and laughing and she wasn't with me. For three months I'd been watching her. She'd been happy for those three months, flirting with guys and living the way she always should have been. Why couldn't she have been happy with me? What had I done wrong to make her hate being near me so? I wanted her to be happy but I wasn't sure if I wanted her to be happy without me. Could I take it if she dated another guy? Would I seriously be able to watch her be happy with another guy?

But then it happened. I saw her and him and I knew instantly that she was beyond me. She had moved on while I sat waiting. While I sat watching her slip away from me. How had this happened? When did things get so terrible between us? What happened to cause all of this? I felt hatred towards her for being able to be with someone so soon after we had broken up. I stared at myself in the mirror unsure if I could take it. She had moved on and I sat waiting hoping that someone exactly like her would come along and be with me. But she had moved on to people who weren't anything like me. I guess she really meant it when she said she felt nothing for me.

As I saw her and him walk out hand in hand, I guess something snapped and I had to follow them out, I had to fight for her, I had to have her back. For weeks, I'd been silently along for the ride, watching as she got so many offers from other guys and never once looking back to see if I was doing ok. This was my life she was screwing up too! We had made plans to always be together and I would be damned if those plans wouldn't come true. I followed her out of the castle and watched them go down to the lake. They were holding hands the entire way. I glared and walked faster.

"Wow, this place is so pretty. I love the springtime it makes everything look new." She said softly to him. I couldn't help but agree. They were looking at each other, their arms wrapped in an embrace.

"I know. Hey. Don't worry about Potty and Weasel. Sorry, Potter and Weasley. They'll get over our relationship. If they truly care about you, they will accept it for what it is." He sounded so sure of himself. As if he knew that everything was going to be just fine. How could he assure her of such things? He was lying to her.

"Don't promise things you don't know anything about Malfoy!" I said coming out from behind the bush I had hidden behind. Hermione looked scared as I pointed my wand at Malfoy and Malfoy looked annoyed.

"Hermione, you can't believe this scum can you? I'm sorry for everything I've done. Now please come back to me and stop this stupidity. You belong with me and I understand that you need your moments. Now let's go back to the castle." I said, sure that she was just waiting for me to assert myself. She didn't really feel nothing for me, she was just waiting for me to become her knight in shining armor. But now she looked at me and looked annoyed.

"Ron. I will never go back to you. I don't like you, I feel nothing for you, and you are nothing to me. I am with Draco now and that will not change just because you've finally grown a pair. So please, remove yourself from this scene and allow me to go back to hugging my boyfriend and feeling happy." Hermione said in a dangerous voice. I couldn't believe it. She didn't want to be with me. She really felt nothing. She really had gotten over me. She didn't wait for an answer and turned back to Malfoy.

I didn't move. I couldn't. My mind wasn't comprehending any of the things she had just said. It wouldn't. I looked at her and Malfoy just hugging in the night light. Her back was to me and Malfoy's head was resting on top of hers, an advantage to his height, and his eyes were closed. I raised my wand, and muttered a spell. I don't even know what spell I muttered all I know was now he was lying on his back, Hermione standing at his feet, and he was screaming in agony and bleeding everywhere. I looked at Malfoy then grabbed Hermione's arm and dragged her away from there. I would be damned if my plans didn't come true. This was my life and I wanted it to be a certain way.

I have a feeling I was letting some other part of my brain think because the next thing I knew I was on a broomstick, with Hermione's unconscious body on my lap and I was flying somewhere over water. I decided not to care what was going on and just trust the part of my brain that was currently doing the thinking. She seemed so peaceful as she lay on my lap, so beautiful. Even though I couldn't see her face I knew she was beautiful. After what felt like hours, we finally landed and I walked into the nearest town and used my parents bank account to buy house. I knew this would probably clean them out completely but I didn't care. I also knew that they would be unable to track where the money had been used. That was one aspect of life that Muggles were better than us in. They could track people better. But we weren't Muggles. Not yet anyway.

I knew people would be looking for us, so I put up the best charms around the house and the best protection. I didn't want anyone to take my Hermione away from me. She was mine, my little angel, my love, and she would never leave me again. I wandered around the house and thought about what to do. The best option was to become Muggles and leave the world of magic. I had learned a lot from my dad, Harry and Hermione. I had almost no doubt that I could make this work.

It took me a few weeks to set up all the things necessary. I got a job and worked everyday. Hermione also got a job, and we earned a pretty good living. Between the two of us, in a matter of time we were doing pretty well. It had been only a few months since we had left Hogwarts. And Hermione was mine. There was no doubt about that. The little baby growing in her stomach was proof of that. And she would tell you herself how much she loved me. A few memory charms made sure of that.

Life was perfect. And nothing could take that away from me. Nothing was ever going to take this away from me.

We were happy. We had two beautiful twin girls. Though I'm pretty sure they got all their looks from their mother, they looked nothing like me. It had been four years since we had left Hogwarts, and things were perfect. I had my own little shop in the town we had first come to, and Hermione worked at the little bakery down the street from me. She was never too far away from me. I was always right there to protect her from whatever would come our way. No one had managed to find us. No one had come looking for us. I guess most people didn't care. Things were good.

It was late one night, when a knock on our door interrupted our nice family meal. I was weary, the townspeople never bothered us at night, because of our babies. They knew how little sleep we got if ever. I opened the door to find a young man with dark messy hair and glasses. He looked vaguely familiar and there was something about him that made me trust him. His eyes narrowed at me.

"Ronald Weasley?" He asked me. I shook my head. That had not been my name in four years. We had changed our names of course for protection.

"No, sorry, my name is Justin Everett." I knew that he would not recognize me. He probably had only seen pictures of Ronald Weasley.

The man sighed and stuck out a stick and waved it over me. I knew it was a wand, but I had to look as confused as possible, if I seemed too calm then they would know that I knew something. The end of the tip glowed a bright red. And from experience I know that something glowing bright red is never good. Ever.

"Justin Everett was your name previously Ronald Weasley?" I couldn't do anything about that question. I couldn't lie because somehow I knew this guy was an Auror or some Ministry official and I would be worse off if I lied and got caught.

"Yes, it was." I said sighing. Then one of my little girls walked up and asked what was going on. She looked up at the Ministry official with those bright eyes of hers. I always say they're light blue, but Herm, sorry Serena, insists that they're silver. But there was no reason for them to be silver neither me nor Hermione had silver eyes. So they were blue, like mine. Her flaming red hair was on its way, but right now it was just a light blonde.

"'Scuse me honey, but I need to talk to your father alone outside. Is that alright with you?" The young man said to my little girl. She nodded and went back inside, and I followed this man outside closing the door behind us. When I got outside I noticed more officials.

"Ronald Weasley, you are under arrest. You will be tried in the Wizengamot court in four months. Your charges are kidnap, attempted murder, unnecessary memory tampering, and robbery. it would be wise for you to be quiet until you have representation. Hermione will be transferred to St. Mungo's to reverse whatever damage you have done. While the little girls will be sent to a family member." The man said while binding my hands together.

"Send them to my sister Ginny." I said knowing she would care for them. But I heard the men behind me chuckle. What was so funny about what I had said? Did they know Ginny or something? What had happened to my only sister in those four years?

"They are not your children, Ron. They will be sent to the Granger's or their father, Draco Malfoy." My whole world collapsed. They weren't my little girls? They weren't the wonderful combination of me and Hermione, the proof of our undying love for each other? Sure that undying love may not have been reciprocated if she had been in a right state of mind, however it was still love, somewhat. No, they were the devilish spawn of that Death Eater, of that horrible cockroach, that snivelling little ferret! I was outraged, I fought against the restraints, I wanted to go back to Hermione, back to my little girls who I could see watching me through the window calmly. They weren't crying, they didn't even look confused. I knew that they wouldn't remember this day, they wouldn't remember my face even. They were much too young.

But I wanted to fight back. I wanted my perfect life back.

"Let go of me! This is my life! You can't destroy it like this! You can't take me away from my perfect life!" I screamed trying to get away from the Aurors.

"It's not perfect Ron. You are deranged. You've become insane. Hermione never loved you. Those girls were never yours, and neither was she. You stole this life from some poor bloke. You stole money from your parents, from your sister. Your parents died of starvation cause they were too proud to ask for help and you took more than they had from Gringotts. Your sister had to drop out of Hogwarts and live in the streets. She would have died too if I hadn't found her one night in the street. You've destroyed your family and their lives! You've ruined Hermione's life! Do you know that she might not be able to recover after this? She might never be able to think straight again. All that intelligence she had, all that potential, is gone because of your selfishness. Draco nearly died that night. If Hagrid hadn't heard him screaming, he might not have survived. He was in St. Mungo's for weeks. He hasn't been the same since you left! He loved Hermione. They knew they were pregnant. That's what they were talking about the night you followed them. Hermione had told Draco and then you come and take her away. He knows he has a child and a beautiful woman somewhere out there but he doesn't know where! Ron, we can't put you back in the life you've led for the past four years because it was all a lie! You need to pay for all the lives you've ruined. And I can promise you, you will never get out of Azkaban. I swear in the name of Merlin. You are never getting out."

I could see Hermione watching all of this from the doorway. I wanted to smile at her and tell her everything was going to be ok, to comfort her, but she wasn't even looking towards me. She was looking towards a man standing off to the side. She was smiling and looked happy that this had finally stopped. The last thing I saw before they whisked me away, was the two of them hugging, and kissing. How long had it been since my last memory charm? Too long, I'm guessing.