This is the last part of the four part mini series. I was afraid I had lost it because I went to type it last week and couldn't find it, but it turns out that it was right under my nose. Mid-term stress is getting to me. Oh, well! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Please, even if i did own Harry Potter it would never be as good as J.K Rowling made it.

"You're why she wants to live…she's not got that much more to give."

The Long journey was barely over, no barely started, and something like this was happening. She lay on the floor, screaming in agony. Each curse was bullet, a stab straight into his own heart. He listened, not able to do anything, and it killed him. All he wanted was stop the pain. Anything to stop her cries. All at once, he was being dragged away. He screamed her name, desperate to get back to her. Leaving her again was the last thing he had ever wanted to do. There was a slamming of a door, and then darkness. He pounded on the door of the cell, still screaming, not ready to give up.

He remembers the yelling, the crash of a golden chandelier as it falls on her already fragile body. A portkey, a single thought, and the smell of fresh salt hit his nose. They were safe. He stayed on the sand, letting the sun warm his exhausted body, until he felt something shake against it. The memory of what had happened crashed back into his brain like the waves next to them and he held her close, calling frantically for Bill and Fleur. He picked her up and ran to them, gaining a second wind. His throat felt raw from screaming her name, but he continued to call, her safety more important than something as trivial as losing his voice.

They tried to take her. He refused. Fleur cautiously worked around him. He hadn't realized he was crying until Bill guided him out of the room. He put a reassuring hand on Ron's shoulder and made him drink the tea that sat on the table before him. When he calmed down the best he could, the waiting began. He paced across the kitchen, concentrating on the sound of his feet as they hit the hard wood of the floor. He stood by the door and heard Fleur's voice from the other room, but heard no voice in response. She came back into the kitchen, almost hitting Ron with the door separating the two rooms. He stepped back in surprise, and his sister in law carried the three empty flasks she was holding to the sink.

"You can see 'er now, but if you wake 'er up, it'll be your 'ed." She teased, leading Ron into the spare room she had been moved into. At first he couldn't see her, but then she was all he could see. Her tiny form was enveloped in blanket after blanket, her unkempt hair sprawled across her face. Gently, he pushed her hair aside, revealing her face to him.

She had a long scar across her cheek, crossing briefly with one spanning from her forehead to her cheek. The space from her neck to her collarbone was covered in black and blue. He pulled a chair up to her bed and cautiously grabbed her hand. He heard a small groan, then blinking, she looked up at him.

Her eyes were wide and full of terror as she tried to take in her surroundings. She instinctively reached for her wand, twisting her body in a way which made sharp pains shoot up her spine. When she finally realized she was safe, she let everything go. He let her cry, reaching for her and closing the gap between them because she couldn't. When she was done, she spoke through her sniffing.

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…" she cried over and over. He had been rubbing gentle circles on her back, but stopped abruptly upon hearing her apology.

"Don't you dare say that." he began, his voice had become harsh, and she was startled. He took a moment to calm down, and then continued. "If anything, this was my fault. I should've done something, I should've tried harder to get to you, I-" She looked at him, shocked.

"But Ron, you did everything. I heard your shouting. I heard you and held on. I held on to your voice, I held on to you. You're the reason I'm alive." He didn't know what to say to her, but he climbed next to her in bed, pulled the covers over her, and held her. As they laid together, he listened to the ocean and the sound of her tiny snores as she drifted back to sleep. In that moment, he knew he would do anything to prevent her from feeling the pain she had felt that day.