A/N: Here I am with a new chapter! Hope you enjoy! I don't have much to say. However, tell me please if you feel the chapters are too short. Thanks!

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Remus sat down next to Dora's cot on a chair, his hand tangled into hers. The infirmary was exceedingly full with the wounded. If they were a bit late, she would've gone. He bows his head, glimpsing his severed thigh. He didn't notice he was injured, a bad injury that is. He can't believe he just ran with a severely injured leg without knowing. Fear is terrible. That type of fear when you see a loved one injured or in a bad condition. It was like the 1981 Halloween type of fear. He put his head on her lap and quickly fell asleep.

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Ron and Hermione ran towards Madame Pomphrey, their faces tear stained.

"Where's Harry? WHERE'S HARRY?!" yelled Hermione.

Poppy looked at them for a moment, her face solemn. She pointed her arm towards a door that was never there before. They both ran to the door to the slightly dark room. Ron squinted his eyes slightly, finally spotting the lump on the bed.

"HARRY" he cried in an anguished voice, running to his side, "Harry?" he whispered slightly. He brought his hand and clasped it with Harry's cold one.

He turns to look at Hermione, who was still on the doorway, frozen, "He's cold" he stated, his voice hollow. When Hermione gave no response, he turned to look back at Harry. Falling to his knees, he grabbed Harry's deathly cold hand, clasping it between both of his.

"I'll-I'll make it warm for you, don't worry." Ron said. He started massaging Harry's hand, trying to give it some warmth. He took one of his hands momentarily, tucking Harry with the duvet. Then kept trying to warm Harry back. When it's been a few minutes without any effects, panic surged through him. Why wasn't his friend waking up?

"Harry, mate," his voice was edged with fear, now that reality was sinking in, "We finally won. It's over. We can finally live in peace"

Hermione watches Ron talk to Harry. Doesn't Ron realize Harry is dead? Gone. Forever. Her body was still numb, she couldn't move. Her heart ached watching her boyfriend act like that. She thought Ron understood the situation when they were back in the great hall, he certainly took it well. Then why is he acting out like that?

"Harry? Come on, wake up" Ron softly said, "Hermione's even here" Ron reached out to brush Harry's fringe away, his hand swiping the cold forehead. "Harry?" he asked again.

Silence

"Voldy Moldy is gone now. I still can't believe it, you know," Ron continued, a fake smile etched on his face, "We did it. You did it. We should be able to live peacefully now, mate. You reckon life will finally be peaceful? I'm not much of a peaceful kind of guy, but it'd be nice not to have a crazy maniac behind your back, right?" Ron softly said.

He turned around when he felt a presence behind him, a small hand taking its place on his shoulder. Hermione. She stood there behind him, tears streaming down her face, dripping off her chin. She then shook her head vigorously, her eyes closed.

"H-hermione?" asked Ron in a shaky voice, he turned his head to look at the too pale Harry. "Why...why is he cold? I tried warming him. C-can you use a warming charm?" he stared at her with wide eyes.

"Ron. No. Stop," she whispered, her face ashen.

Fear crept up his spine, "but Hermione. He can't. He can't be dead!" he tried to reason, his panic increased.

Hermione walked up to Harry's bed, she sat on the edge, the mattress dipping from her weight. Fresh terror reared up within her, What's life without Harry? She gasped at the sudden thought. New tears swarm her eyes, and she sobs on Harry's chest. A great sob escaped her, her shoulders shaking.

"No" came Ron's harsh whisper, "No! It doesn't make sense, Hermione! You're not making sense. He's only unconscious "

Hermione just kept sobbing on Harry's still chest.

"That bastard! How dare he leave us like that?" Ron cried out loud.

"Ron" Hermione said in a low voice, tears never slowing down. That's what it took for him to break down.

He let out a loud cry of anguish, and held Harry's cold hand for dear life. He cried and cried and cried, till he couldn't anymore.

"Harry, mate," Ron whispered, his voice husky and hollow, "didn't we say we'll train for aurors together? Right? Then why did you leave me?" he asked particularly no one as he fell crumpled to the ground, tears leaking out. He was laying on the floor, eyeing the ground.

"I didn't even say goodbye," he continued whispering to the ground, staring at his palm, "Did I ever tell you that you're the best friend I've ever had? No. So please come back, Harry. Please…" he begged, trying to make sense.

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It was as if Sirius died all over again, thought Remus, except this time Sirius didn't die. Harry did. Brave Harry, loyal Harry, kind Harry, James's son, his son's godfather, just Harry. He would've been gone after Harry and his bestfriends, if it wasn't for his wife and son. They're his anchor of life now. Without them, he would seriously be gone, what would there be left for him anyway? But he's a father now, and a husband. A father to his sweet son Teddy. He can't just leave them, and be selfish. He hasn't been spending much time with his family, he can't. But Dora has been understanding, and he couldn't have been more thankful. He sighed as he got up from his shabby desk.

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{Canon}

It was Harry's funeral. His body was in the coffin, wearing the finest wizarding robes, his hair brushed neatly, he looked very peaceful. It has been decided that only those who were close to Harry were allowed in. After all, he deserved a peaceful funeral. It was a warm May day, with a perfect clear sky. All the attendees were currently seated on the chairs provided. Everyone close to Harry was there, the Weasleys, the Longbottoms, the Lupins, various order members, the Grangers, and Harry's classmates. Flower bouquets in every corner. The air around everyone didn't match the weather.

Ron stood there with Hermione, staring down at Harry's body. Trying to not break down. He couldn't believe it. How can it be happening? He never imagined being in such a situation and never wanted to. To see your best mate, your brother so still, about to go under the dirt is terrifying. Utterly terrifying. Knowing that you won't hear their laugh, smile, hell even anger. Ron would do anything to see Harry alive and moving again.

"He'd freak out with that hair style" Ron blurted out, his eyes watery.

Hermione turned to look at Ron, then back at Harry, "Yeah…" she agreed. Harry has always balanced them out. She and Ron would always fight and bicker, and Harry, he was just Harry. and they loved just Harry. He was a very good best friend, always there for them. He was ambitious for his future, to see the world in peace. He was excited to be an Auror with Ron. But then, these things will never happen. He was too young. His life wasn't fair. One time, she was ranting to Harry about how unfair life is and how S.P.E.W will help free the house-elves. When he looked at her in the eye and said, "Life isn't fair...or unfair. It just is" and suddenly Harry looked much older in her eyes. Much wiser than his years.

Ron reaches out slowly and musses Harry's hair, making it look untidy, like it always was, "There we go" he said.

Hermione's lips twitch in amusement, but she couldn't bring herself to smile fully. She sighed and walked back to her parents, tugging at Ron's hand to follow her.

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As they began throwing soil on top of the coffin, Ron couldn't hold it anymore. He burst into loud cries, sobbing on the ground. Everyone was teary eyed, Hermione was hugging her parents, her shoulders shaking. Remus was weeping on the ground. was crying her heart out, for that she lost two sons already. It was an awful day.

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"I know" he whispered back. They continued their walk, purposely walking towards the new graveyard. Where Harry now lay, even though he told them he wants to be buried next to his parents one day.

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A/N: I know I know, I'm so mean. I definitely didn't have tears on face writing this. I hope it's well written. Poor Harry, he doesn't deserve that, does he? And Ron, aww baby Ron just broke down for his bestie. Sorry Ron.

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