Lying on the hard ground, bits and pieces began to come back to her. She could vaguely remember where she was. Slowly, it made more sense. The Forest of Dean. It was where she'd been safe before. Her boys were with her. Ron was gone, but then he came back. He always did. As much as he infuriated her over the years, he had been loyal. Flawed and imperfect, in so many ways, of course. She understood the desire to leave Harry alone to fight the fight she didn't ask to be dragged into. Knowing that any second of the day she could find herself dead for no other reason than she got in the way of a madman feeling he had to murder her best friend made her want to run too. If she had anyone left that she could run to, she might have done exactly what Ron had. They were all children! Forced to fight a war that should've never been their burden. Poor Harry. It wasn't like he asked for this life. He didn't want anyone to get hurt.