A/N Thanks so much goes to my awesome super fast fabulous beta harrypottercrazy… woo hoo go you…. This is my sequel to For All Eternity. I hope you enjoy it. This one isn't as emotional at the first but we will see how it goes. Thanks so much.. enjoy
NEVER ALONE.
Rain poured down making everything heavy and wet, grand silver clouds floated in the sky drenching two dark figures in a cemetery, one under a bright red umbrella, the other crouched on the ground refusing to move.
"Ron please get up." Lavender Brown pleaded "Your going to get sick."
"No," Ron whispered. Tears flowed freely from his red eyes mixing silently with the rain that poured in buckets over his head.
"Please Ron." She begged, she was so afraid that she was going to lose him to.
"I SAID NO DAMNIT!" Ron screamed turning only his head to shoot her a very icy glare.
A fearful look crossed Lavenders face and without another word she turned and slowly walked back to their little red sedan. Ron continued to stare silently at the two marble headstones in front of him. He was sitting on his best friends graves and he just felt so alone.
"Where are you, please," Ron sobbed. "I can't do this alone."
I WAITED FOR YOU TODAY
BUT YOU DIDN'T SHOW
I NEEDED YOU TODAY
BUT YOU DIDN'T SHOW
"WHY?" Ron screamed pounding his fist into the grass and mud, splashing himself in the face but not caring to wipe it away. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" His body shook violently with his sobs. "Why?"
YOU TOLD ME TO CALL
SAID YOU'D BE THERE
"YOU BOTH SAID WE WOULD ALWAYS BE TOGETHER!" Ron screamed so loud it left his own ears ringing.
"Ron..." The wind whispered. He whipped his head around
"Who's there?" He asked no one.
AND THOUGH I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU
ARE YOU STILL THERE
"HELLO?" Ron shouted again. No one was around but he was absolutely sure he felt someone with him placing their hands gently on his shoulders.
I CRYED OUT WITH NO REPLY
AND I CAN'T FEEL YOU BY MY SIDE
SO I'LL HOLD TIGHT TO WHAT I KNOW
YOU'RE HERE AND I AM NEVER ALONE
Ron continued to cry the whole ride home. That's all he ever seemed to do anymore, but when you lose your to best friends, your world, that's all you can really think of doing. They arrived back at the flat that him and Lavender shared. It had been six months since Hermione had passed away. The doctors said that she had died from total heart failure, but Ron knew she had lost the will to move on.
Ron had quit his job at the ministry and stayed at home. He never wanted to leave. His life, as he had told Lavender every day, "was totally and completely worthless." Lavender silently cried every time Ron told her this, but it started to hurt less and less every time she heard it.
Ron opened the door and walked straight in to Hermione's old room. It was exactly as it was that night six months ago. Lavender had pleaded and begged and even tried to bribe Ron into moving. She told him that "It isn't healthy for you or us to be staying here."
She tried to put more emphasis on the word us out of the statement but Ron had none of it.
"I have nothing of Harry's, and this is all I have to Hermione, other than a cold piece of granite sticking out of the ground." And that was the end of that discussion
Lavender watched as Ron got on Hermione's bed and just laid there. That seemed to be the only time that Ron's body wasn't shaking violently with screams or sobs for his lost friends. She wondered how Ron was able to survive or move with how much he cried.
Hermione's sheets were now turning a beige color due to Ron laying on the without changing his clothes. Ron laid on his back staring at the ceiling just focusing on any memory that he had ever mad or could remember of Harry or Hermione.
"Ron..." The room whispered.
AND THOUGH I CANNOT SEE YOU
AND I CAN'T EXPLAIN WHY
SUCH A DEEP DEEP REASURRANCE
YOU'VE PLACED IN MY LIFE
Ron blinked at the ceiling. "Bloody hell." he whispered. "I am losing it, mental, I am going bloody mental."
"Ron..." The room whispered again. Not knowing what was going on he looked around trying to find who was calling his name. Ron tried to sit up but found it increasingly difficult to do. His whole body felt heavy, as if he could fall asleep forever.
The feeling felt so nice. He hadn't felt so calm or relaxed in a long time. Ron let his mind succumb to the warm feeling around him. He felt as if the world around him would end and he would never care. Ron let himself fall in to a deep deep sleep.
Ron slept and slept a deep sleep that he needed very badly. He didn't know how long he had slept but when he woke it was with a start.
He was still in Hermione's room but it was all white. Even the green plant in the corner was white. Ron sat up looking down at himself. His once gray suit and black over coat were both white. Ron stood from the bed and walked out into the hall. Hermione's room remained the same but the rest of the house had minor alterations.
The stairs, instead of being to the left, were now to the right. Pictures that hung on the walls that were full of color were now just white canvases. Ron caught a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror. His bright red hair stood out clearly like a stain on a new carpet. His freckles were defined across the bridge of his nose and he looked healthier that he had in months.
He stared at his face for a moment surprised by the miraculous change in his appearance. He had begun to raise a hand to his face when he heard it. A very familiar giggle but one like he hadn't heard in a very long time. A gentle hushing followed the soft giggle.
"Will you..." Another giggle. "You're going to spoil it."
Ron immediately recognized that voice. Ron broke in a dead run down the stairs his long legs easily skipping every other step on the way down. He turned to face the voices that were coming from the kitchen.
Ron held tightly on to his conciseness with every last ounce of his sanity. Tears formed in his eyes, not tears of sadness but tears of pure joy. Standing inches from him plain as day were his best friends. Hermione took a step toward him his had reaching out to touch his vivid red hair. She looked healthy not skinny, sick and sad like the last time he had seen her. Rom smile grew wider as her fingers ran through his hair.
Ron quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up and spun in circles. He took a deep breath, a strong scent of roses hit his nose, coming from her hair. Ron couldn't help but cry. It was wonderful to hold his best friend in his arms again.
As he put her down Hermione smiled, but Ron frowned. "Are you real?" He whispered.
Hermione smiled wider. Harry walked up behind her holding his had out to Ron. "We are as real as you want us to be." Harry said smiling at his best friend. Ron looked down at Harry's hand and walked right past it and pulled him in to a tight embrace. Harry laughed a bit and hugged him tightly back. Once they released each other Harry took Hermione's hand and watched Ron carefully.
"Where is this place?" Ron asked looking around smiling and wiping a stray tear from his eye. He looked back at them questioningly. "Are you still alive?" Ron asked hopefully
Harry and Hermione's smiles faded. "No Ron." Hermione said quietly. "We aren't. This is a very powerful source of magic.
Hermione took Ron by the hand and sat him at the kitchen table. "Ron we are bonded forever by friendship. Such a powerful friendship, not even death can severe it." Hermione began to smile again knowing every word she spoke rang true.
Harry walked up behind and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Ron glanced up at Harry realizing that his was one of the ones on his shoulder in the cemetery. "We are always with you mate." He squeezed Ron's shoulder and smiled. "Always."
WE CANNOT SEPARATE
BECAUSE YOU'RE PART OF ME
AND THOUGH YOU'RE INVISABLE
I TRUST THE UNSEEN
Ron felt that sleepy feeling flood his body again. "I don't want to go back." Ron pleaded "I want to stay with you."
Hermione smiled warmly still holding Ron's hands in hers. "Ron we are always with you no matter where you are."
Ron looked up at Harry as if he would let him stay, but he only squeezed Ron's shoulder and smiled. He couldn't help but smile back at Harry. He felt alive for the first time in over a year. He actually felt like everything was going to be ok, and there wasn't anything he should really worry about.
Ron let the sleep take hold of him, life was going to be better. As his eyes were closing, he saw a faint golden glow surrounding his hands that resided in Hermione's hands.
I CRYED OUT WITH NO REPLY
I CAN FEEL YOU BY MY SIDE
SO I'LL HOLD TIGHT TO WHAT I KNOW
YOUR HERE AND I AM NEVER ALONE
Ron woke with a chill, he slowly opened his eyes and let them focus as hordes of colors bombarded his eyes. He was lying in Hermiones bed. He felt fully refreshed and no longer sad and tired. He felt an overwhelming sense of calm. He had intended to whisper their names but it came out a lot louder than he had intended.
"Harry!" He called hoarsely. "Hermione?" Ron's eyes scanned the room as he felt a single tear fall. He wished he could still be with them but he knew everything was as it should be.
"Ron, Ron!" Lavender screamed as she ran into the room followed closely by a healer.
"Oh Ron!" She sobbed as she jumped in to his arms. "Ron, you'd stopped breathing." She cried out as Ron pulled her close in a warm embrace. "I thought I had lost you to."
"You did." Ron whispered as he stroked her blonde hair. "I am so much better now." He held her tighter. "Everything is going to be ok." Lavender pulled away to look deep in his eyes.
"Where did you go?" She asked tears flowing freely from her eyes. "What did you see?"
"I saw you and me getting old and loving each other forever." Ron smiled and leaned in to kiss her gently on the lips. "I think we should move." Ron said quietly after they parted.
Lavender looked shocked. "I thought this was all you had left of them?"
"I know now I am never alone..." Ron smiled as he felt hands on his shoulders again. "…Never Alone."