Author's Notes - HI!!! My first fanfic posted,so it's probably not the best.Song - Who You'd Be Today by Kenny Chesney.
Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
I feel you everywhere I go.
Ron Weasley stood at his daughter's grave, the sun shining on his tear stained face. He had never gotten over his guilt. It stayed with him wherever he went.
*FLASHBACK*
The Weasley Family sat at the dinner table. Ron,Hermione, Rose and Hugo were eating.
"This is great, Mum." Eight year old Rose said to her mother, a smile on her face.
"Yeah, Mum." said her younger brother, Hugo.
"It's great, Darling." Ron said.
Hermione smiled at her husband and children.
CRASH!
A window smashed.
"Stay here!" Ron said to his family, running out of the dining room and into the hall.
He saw a bad sight.
"DEATH EATERS!" Ron bellowed.
He heard his wife, daughter, and son yell.
"RUN!"
He heard footsteps run away and then his wife scream a name.
"ROSE!"
Young Rose ran back in.
"I need my doll!" she screamed.
She was caught by her father as he shielded her with a shield charm.
"Rose! Get out now!"
"No! I need Hannah!"
Hannah, Rose’s favourite doll, was bought for her by her father when she was born. It was her most prized possession and she took it everywhere with her.
Rose Weasley wriggled out of her father's grasp.
Her father saw one terrified last look on his little girl's face before she died.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion.
"ROSIE!"
The man dropped down by his daughter's dead body.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
I see your smile, I see your face,
I hear you laughin' in the rain.
I still can't believe you're gone.
Like on that terrible day, Ron dropped to his knees.
He cried and cried. Memories of his little girl, and the horrendous day ran through his mind. When Rose was born, Ron had cried. So proud of his wife, so proud of his daughter. Holding her for the first time was one of the most special times in his life. The moment when she was placed in his arms, he felt so happy. Happier than he had ever felt in his life. The innocent, wondering look on her face, as she looked into her father's eyes, Rose was only a few minutes old, but she already adored her father.
The first time she laughed, at a few days old, both of Rose's parents were so delighted.
Eight years later, the day of her death, was her last laugh. Her six year old brother pulled a monkey face.
She laughed, as the heavy rain fell on the roof. It echoed in Ron's ears. It hurt him badly. Tears kept falling.
Comfort from all of the people he knew, he had been given, none of it had helped.
He couldn't believe she was gone. The house was quiet without Rose. She was always quiet. Hugo was the loud one. But without his sister, he wasn't loud anymore.
No-one was the same anymore. Especially Ron.
Author's Notes - I don't know if it's good so please review!!! Based on a really sad song.
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