Missing You
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... not a flippin thing. JKR owns everything... I own my plot... that's all...
Ships: *grins* what ship do I normally sail on?
Rating: PG for mild violence...
Summary: EAT FISH! I won't tell you anything. You'll have to read.
Author's note: It's mine... it's sad. I warn you... the last line is a cliff. I have decided to continue with one more chapter... only for explanations sake.
Warning: MAJOR SADNESS! Do not read if you cry when you fall and scrape your knee.
Onward!
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"NO! This isn't happening! It can't be happening!" she yelled in a flurry of anger. "He isn't dead!"
She threw another vase across the living room, hitting a picture of the well known trio. She looked around the room sadly. There was ripped up Hogwarts robes on the floor and a now down covered carpet. Tears filled her big brown eyes again as she threw a book that he had bought her only a few days ago.
"So screw the books, screw perfect grades. I hate my LIFE!" she screamed now throwing lamps in all directions. "I HATE YOU RONALD WEASLEY! You ruined my life!"
Her vicious yells turned to sad sobs. "We were engaged... I loved you." Her cries of despair were heard through the whole building, the servants stayed away from that level of the house in fear of getting hit.
A soft knock came to the door. She yelled a quick, "Go away." But whoever was at the door knocked again and again. She quickly dried her eyes with the hem of her skirt and opened the door.
"My family," she said quietly hugging everyone, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Mr. & Mrs. Weasley, Remus, Tonks, and Harry.
"How are you coping with the news dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked her.
