Written for the 100k Multichapter Competition. I don't own Harry Potter, but I hope ya'll enjoy! And a huge thanks to MrsBates93 for betaing this!

Chapter 1

Harry and I were talking about the sword when all of a sudden; it was pitch dark in the tent as the lights turned off.

"What the hell…" I mumbled, turning in my seat.

A few minutes later, the lights came back on with Ron appearing beside the table. He didn't look very happy.

"Do you remember me? Yeah, I'm still here," he said, his voice dripping with anger.

Harry closed the book. "Ron…" he started.

"Oh no, don't stop on my account. Just keep doing whatever it is you were doing before I came back," Ron sneered.

Harry sent me a confused glance and I just shrugged. I had no idea what was going on. Why was he acting like this? My eyes moved down towards his neck, where the Horcrux was laying. That must be it! He needed to take it off before he said something that he'd regret.

Harry let out a sigh and looked at Ron. "What is wrong?"

Ron shrugged. "Wrong? Nothing's wrong," he paused. "Not according to you anyway."

Harry leaned forward. "Well, you've obviously got a problem, so spit it out."

Ron leaned forward, his expression dark. I shuddered slightly; Ron wasn't himself at all. Something was wrong.

"Fine! Don't expect me to skip about all happy because we've got another damn thing to find. Just add it to the long list of things you don't know."

"Things I don't know? Ron, if you haven't noticed, this isn't some easy thing we can work out straight away."

Ron crossed his arms. "Well, I'm sick of it. Running around like headless chickens, freezing my arse off with nothing to eat. I had thought that after all this time; we would have had something to show for it!"

"Ron," I whispered softly. He needed to calm down.

Harry stood from his seat. "I thought you knew what you had signed up for."

"Yeah, I thought I did too." Ron growled.

I still couldn't believe this was happening.

Harry walked around the tent until he was a few inches away from Ron. "So what part isn't living up to your expectations? Hmmm? Did you think we'd be staying in a posh hotel being waited on hand and foot? Did you think this would be over in a matter of days, so you could go home to Mummy before Christmas?" Harry's eyes were filled with a mixture of anger and hurt.

"We thought you knew what you were doing!" Ron shouted, causing Harry to flinch. "We thought Dumbledore had told you what to do."

"Did I ever give you that idea? No, because I told you every damn thing Dumbledore told me! I wouldn't keep something from you! And in case you haven't noticed, we have already found one Horcrux."

I stood, horror on my face, as I watched my two friends yell at each other.

Ron closed his eyes. "We're about as close to destroying this Horcrux we are to finding the rest of them aren't we?"

I moved closer to Ron. "Ron…" I whispered, reaching for the Horcrux. I tried to take it off him, but he grabbed my hands and shoved me out of the way. "Take it off, please," I begged.

I reached for it again, and he stepped back, slapping my hands out of the way.

"Ron, you wouldn't be saying any of this if you hadn't been wearing that thing all day," I whispered, hoping he'd see reason before it was too late.

"Yeah he would," said Harry. "I've seen the two of you whispering behind my back. Did you think I didn't know what you were talking about?"

Guilt gnawed at my insides. "Harry, we weren't-"

"Don't lie!" Ron hissed, taking a step towards me. Subconsciously, I stumbled back in fear. "You said it too! You said you were disappointed, you said you'd thought he'd have a bit more to go on than-"

"Shut up!" I shrieked, my voice sounding louder than usual. I turned to Harry. "I didn't say it like that, honest!" I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks.

"You don't know why I listen to that radio every night, do you?" Ron asked, his focus back on Harry. "To make sure I don't hear Ginny's name, or Fred's, or George's, or Mum's."

"Do you not think I'm listening too? That I don't care about them? That I don't know what that feels like!" Harry shouted.

I flinched as they continued to argue. I still couldn't believe this was happening.

"Understand? You can't possibly understand Harry, your parents are dead!" Ron shouted. "You have no family."

I stood there, my mouth open, frozen in shock. How could Ron say such a thing? That was a low blow.

Harry let out a yell, and lunged for Ron. They fell to the ground, punching and scratching at each other. Reaching down, I grabbed Harry and quickly yanked him away. Thinking fast, I cried out "Protego!" causing a shield to appear between the two of them. "Stop it!" I cried. Reaching up, I quickly wiped away some of my tears on my sleeve.

Harry's face was filled with hurt and betrayal, while Ron's was full of anger.

"You want to leave; you know where the door is. Go! Otherwise why are you still here?" Harry asked.

"Search me," Ron replied.

"Then leave. Go home," Harry stated.

"You know what? I think I will," Ron replied. Moving around the tent, he started to grab a few things.

Panic bubbled up within me. This couldn't be happening. I had to stop them, before it was too late. "Ron," I said, but he just ignored me.

Ron pulled the chain from over his head and threw the locket onto a nearby chair. He turned to face me. "What are you doing?"

My mouth hung open. I didn't say anything; I didn't know what to say.

"Are you staying? Or are you coming with me?"

"I…" I struggled for words, unsure of what I should even say. Turning, I saw Harry from the corner of my eye. I couldn't leave him… I just couldn't. Ignoring the pain in my chest, I turned back to Ron. "Yes, I'm staying. Ron, we said we'd go with Harry, we said we'd help him."

"Fine, I get it," he said coldly. "You've chose him."

I shook my head. "Ron, it isn't like that," I protested.

He scoffed. "I saw you two the other night, acting all cozy."

"Ron that was nothing!"

He ignored me, turning and disappearing through the flap. Casting a quick glance towards Harry, I moved and followed him outside.

"Ron!" I cried, chasing after his retreating figure. I had to reach him before he went past the wards. "Ron!" I screamed.

"Ron! Please come back!" My voice was thick with emotion and the tears continued to roll down my face. "Ron!"

He ignored me, moving forward. He slipped outside the wards, and without so much of a look back, he disapparated. Ron was gone.

I just stood there, frozen. No, this couldn't be happening. No, no, no.

I kept repeating the phrase in my head, hoping it would change what had actually happened.

"Ron!" I screamed, hoping it was all just some kind of sick joke.

He couldn't leave us, leave me…. He just couldn't!

"Ron!" I ran through the woods, shouting his name over and over. But nothing answered me. Nothing but silence.

He had left. Ron had just left. He had just disappeared, leaving me and Harry behind.

I could feel the rain soaking my clothes, causing my hair to stick to me. With a sniffle, I knew my tears were mixing with the rain.

I continued to shout his name, hoping he would come back.

He's gone, he's gone, he's gone. The words kept running around in circles in my mind, but I just didn't believe them…. I couldn't.

I had never thought my heart could hurt this much. Nothing could ever compare to this. Not watching him snog Lavender constantly or the arguments they often had. Nothing could compare to the pain. The pain of knowing that Ron had left me. He had left me.

He'd gone and wasn't coming back.

Ron had left me, because he thought I fancied Harry.

Me and Harry? I wanted to laugh! Harry was like my brother, why couldn't Ron understand that? I thought he had known that by now.

I liked Ron for Merlin's sake! Since our fourth year, I'd been pining after him. How could he not see that? I thought he knew how I felt.

But he had left. He had left without giving me a chance to tell him how wrong he was. He had left before I could tell him that it was him I loved. He had left without a goodbye. He had never even given me a real chance.

Where would he go? What would he do? Would he be safe? All these questions and more plagued my mind. I tried to turn them off, but I couldn't. I let out a sob as a crash of thunder roared above me.

The trio had now become a duo.

I pursed my lips together. I loved him, and now I'd never have a chance to tell him.

My knees buckled beneath me and I fell to the ground. The earth was wet and muddy, but the scent was comforting. Pulling my knees to my chest, I just sat there and cried.

My pride had deserted me. "Ron…" I whispered, tears pouring down my face.

"What will Harry say?" I said to myself.

Hell, I didn't even know what to say. All of my emotions were tumbling around inside me, causing a plethora of feelings to emerge.

I was angry and hopeless… I loved Ron and hated him at the same time. But I mainly felt betrayed. How could Ron just leave like that? Didn't he know how important our mission was? The war wouldn't end until we helped Harry. Ron knew what we had signed up for, we both knew. I shook my head, wishing the tears would stop.

What would happen now? Would we continue on our mission?

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I knew that my voice would be raw from screaming Ron's name into the night.

I knew I needed to get back to Harry. Closing my eyes, I let myself cry for a few more minutes. Hopefully to get it all out of my system.

Pulling myself to my feet, I started to make my way back towards the camp.

Right now, I just felt exhausted. I had a migraine from crying so much, and knew that my face was probably all puffy. I knew my hair was plastered to my face.

I saw the tent in the distance and just stopped. Could I face Harry right now? Knowing that our best friend had chosen to desert us?

I shook my head. Of course I could. Harry was my best friend, and he would be hurting just like I was. Taking a deep breath, I pushed aside the curtain and entered.

Harry's eyes widened when he took in my appearance. "He's g-g-gone!" Disapparated!" I cried. I threw myself into a chair and curled up. I could feel the tears begin to fall once more. Despair crept into my system. Ron was gone; he had abandoned us.

I heard Harry mutter something, and then felt my clothes dry. "Thanks," I muttered. A blanket appeared and covered my small form. Moments later, a kiss was pressed to my forehead.

Closing my eyes, I wished myself to fall asleep.