There was no More

A/N: Well...dunno if you liked the first chapter or not so I'm not sure if anyone would like this...but here's the conclusion! PS: Thanks reviewers! This answers questions! (Sorry if the years are wrong)

Dumbledore and Harry, sensing something terrible, rushed to the Gryffindor common room entrance. Harry racked his mind for the password and as he remembered it shouted it loudly. At first, they saw nothing but scattered chairs and tables, but then they found them.

The two lied besides each other, fingers linked, breathing no longer. They had fallen, after standing through so much...they were the ones that had been conquered. Hogwarts was indeed grave as the news spread to all the students, and there had never been such an amazing funeral held, in a hall filled with flowers. Families, friends, and others were there. Many speeches were recited, yet Harry's had the greatest impact of them all.

"Ron and Hermione were my best friends. They helped me through everything I did. And there are so many of you that cared for them, and that's why I'm going to tell you what happened. Hermione fell down the staircase about a month ago. She suffered severe injuries, but made it, or so we thought. Through the ages research has been conducted, and there is prove that spirits will remain with the living believing they're alive, though they really aren't. That's how they will stay until their unfinished work is done. Hermione died when she fell down those stairs, but it wasn't her time to go, not until she accomplished what she needed. What she needed was Ron, she couldn't have been a spirit without Ron, and he wouldn't have been able to live without her. That is why this has happened," Harry said as tears poured from his eyes,"and we can know, that they will be together eternally." He concluded as he placed a single white rose atop the casket.

Mrs. Weasley was racked with sobs throughout the whole ceremony; never admitting her little boy was gone. Mr. Weasley would have cried...he would have moved...but he couldn't. He could do nothing but sit and think about what had happened. Besides the Weasley's sat the Granger's, who were in a mixture of shock, anger, disbelief, and immense sorrow. Mrs. Granger clutched her husbands arm, as though she was worried someone would take him away from her. She cried silently, imagining when she had last seen her little girl, imagining the last Christmas they had spent together. Mr. Granger was beyond emotion...and sat as still as stone, glaring at nothing, but hating everything. He had lost his only child...his baby girl. She was gone...and she would never be able to live again. For her and Ron...there was no more.

Ron and Hermione suffered through fights, pain, and sorrow...but through it all, the two were at last buried, still hand in hand. Their graves forever two halves of a heart.

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