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What Hurts The Most by Healer_25
Chapter 1 : What hurts the most
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I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me


When ever he turned the radio on, this song always played. He had lost about 5 radios, give or take a dozen. He couldn't help it, if the song was playing he wanted to fling the radio. Someone must really want me to hear this song over and over. Harry left the radio for a moment he didn't want to destroy it just yet. Every time he walked through their home he could hear her screaming. She would scream at him, scream in terror, always calling for him. The only other thing he heard was this song. Wicked tricks Kreacher. Wicked indeed.

Harry looked up at what was left of this radio, it had been a simpler version of the last one, he had just wanted to listen to something happy. When had he destroyed this one? Harry flipped open a book of radio stations he picked up another radio from a box, plugged it in. He turned to the happiest station of all time, and this song was playing. Harry looked closer at the radio advert,

We will play what you need to hear! This is the key to happiness!

"Oh for the love of!"

Harry ripped the paper in half, crumpling the paper quickly almost hitting Ron in the head when he whipped it at the trash can.

I can't believe I didn't even read that part.

I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
"Harry, mate... let it out."

Ron had stood up and walked over to Harry, they had been through the same loss. Just when he had finally found love in Andrea, Harry had lost Ginny. The moment of distraction was all Voldemort needed. He killed Andrea.

I'm to blame, I'm sorry Andrea I should have watched you more closely. We never should have let any of you fight with us.
Ron remembered the fight, the one that they had lost everything and saved the world. Harry had been battling with Voldemort, they were barely winning. He had been ready to kill Voldemort when the evil snake turned his wand on Ginny.

"Avada Kevada" Two words...that was all he needed."Ginny!" Ron and Harry had screamed it together, turning to her falling body, she fell backwards, she had been defending Andrea, they had been fighting back to back, Voldemort sneered. He saw what the girls had done, not able to protect Hermione together they had flanked her. Ron sneered a little, he had seen the tactic of killing three birds with two stones.

"Avada Kevada" Voldemort smiled at them as Hermione and Andrea fell down dead.

The men turned on Voldemort unable to contain their rage, it seemed as if it was in unison, they shouted his death. Two little words, so forcefully said it had an unexpected repercussion. The force of the curse rebounded on Harry, the final horcrux, at first they thought Harry had died too, but the power of the curse rushed through his veins and landed in his source, Voldemort. Killing him with the power of three.

There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok
But that’s not what gets me
Draco looked up from his hands, sighing deeply he saw Ron helping Harry to the table. They had come to a sort of conclusion about the pain. They all had lost their beloveds. Draco looked down at his hands again. He remembered her smile when she said yes. They were going to get married.


What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
Ginny, I'm sorry, I had to make you leave.

The last thing Harry had done with Ginny was fight. He didn't want her in danger, he told her to hide, to do something, anything just hide. She had listened, he thought, he watched her walk away from him. She was just out of reach in that final battle, she had looked over, saw her fate and chose to look rather then dive out of the way and sacrifice Andrea. They were all protecting each other. Ginny had made her desicion, one for the many.


Harry broke down crying, he couldn't hold back anymore. He felt Ron's hand on his shoulder, soundless support. There were no words for them anymore. After a few moments Ron sunk to his knees by Harry, unable to support himself he just sobbed.

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do

Andrea, I never told you everything

She looked so peaceful at the funeral, smaller almost. At times he thought she breathed. He could barely stand watching her body. He had helped Mary-Sue walk up to the coffin. She was so young, it was unreal. The crowds stood around for the death of these women. So much grief it was unbearable. Three deaths for one killer. Ron breathed in, and closed his eyes. What was he to do? He felt numb, and looked on his friends. His remaining compatriots.

It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Draco wanted to get up, he needed to get. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. All he could think of was Hermione, his other half. She was so difficult. He chuckled silently. She would fight so often, and so often she would win. No matter what he did, he could tell her a thousand things. He could almost hear her telling him to get off his arse.

For you I'll get up.

Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
I had a chance. I could have stopped them all from going.

But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
Ron looked at the last picture they had taken as a group, Andrea had been drawing something in her book, her little book. He loved when she would draw. Hermione was twirling with Draco. He hated to admit it, they really did have something special.

Harry...and his little sister, his only sister, they just stared at each other in the picture, barely looking at anyone else. They had been in so much love, and now, there was an unresolved fight, something they would never recover from.

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
I let her go, I should have known. He would never let me love someone.

Draco had told his mother the night before that he was going to marry Hermione. She had seemed ecstatic for him. Had even asked were they living together. Thats where the fight was you see. In their apartment, they were holding and engagement party for the couple.

All my fault.

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
Draco, it happened there.

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away

He gave me one last chance. Draco, you gave me one last chance.
Harry looked up at Draco, he could feel Ron trembling on his shoulder. He grasped his friends hand. Looking up at him he saw the anger and the sorrow that was inside. He looked down at the floor again.


And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
We'll never know.
The three sat in silence, a painful experience washing over. The bodies of their loved ones surrounded them in silence. Not there but in their minds.
Unable to forget.

Friends drifted in and out, leaving food, checking to see if they ate. They spent their time in silence waiting to forget. Unable to forget.

Not seeing that loving you
That’s what I was trying to do.

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