Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
On his way to work at the Ministry, Harry stopped by St. Mungo's to replace the flowers that constantly sat by Ron's unconscious body. As he turned to leave the hospital room, a groggy voice called his name. Harry whipped around to see Ron rubbing his eyes. Harry rushed over to the bedside. He looked disbelievingly at his best friend, "Ron?!"
"Harry, what's up with you? You look like you just saw You-Know-Who come back." Harry weakly laughed and hugged Ron close, "I've missed you mate."
"What's going on?"
"Well…what's the last thing you remember?"
"We were fighting with the other aurors, and the night before…" Ron chuckled to himself, "That's really none of your business." Harry smiled a little, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder Harry said, "Ron, you've been unconscious for nearly five years."
After hours of explaining to Ron the years that had passed, he asked the question Harry had been dreading, "Where is she? My fiancé, Hermione, is she okay?"
"I didn't want to have to tell you this…"
Ron turned chalk white, "Is she…dead?"
"No," Harry looked at his shoelaces as he began, "After you left us all, I told her to get on with her life because I thought that's what you'd want. She's married, Ron, she's married to Viktor Krum." Ron grabbed the vase of flowers that Harry had brought and threw it against the wall. "VIKTOR EFFING KRUM?!?!" Ron bellowed.