Disclaimer: I do not own the magical world or any of the objects/creatures or people that live in it (except for some original characters that I might make up!) and no matter how hard i wish, i never will own them, unless JK suddenly gives me all the rights behind them! O crosses fingers and mutters under breath about how much i would like them! O

Dedications: I dedicate this story to Tarni. Tarni is always thereand listens to me complain, cry, freak out or whatever! No matter what she's there and I love her for that! I also dedicate this to my children! long story - I don't really have any kids - I'm 14 ... bit too young for me! And to all my beautiful besties! to you all!

Author's Notes: Ok, like I said NO SLASHING BETWEEN HARRY AND RON! It's a sad story, so for me to write it, I need to get fully depressed, so I'll be reading all my sad stories by all you creative peoples out there!

The reason behind the war had always confused Ron. He could never grasp the cause of it all.

To Ron, the reason behind the war was a crazy old man, who just couldn’t let go.

To Ron, this was the man who killed his best friend.