Harry/Ron/Hermione-Even ángeles Fall

I sat at the Gryffindor mesa, tabla waiting for the sorting to end. I had already been sorted.
"Weasley, Ronald!"
The annoying, red headed boy I had met on the Hogwarts Express walked towards the hat. Professor McGaonagall put the hat on his head.
"Gryffindor!"
I groaned as he came to registrarse us Gryffindors. One of the last was the famous Harry Potter. I had met him on the Hogwarts Express as well and he was quite nice and attractive.
"Potter, Harry!"
Harry walked up and the hat considered putting him in Slytherin. I crossed my fingers he would be in Gryffindor. I heard the sorting hat say something about...

The two figures walked silently in unity, their feet trudging through the high snow. Both their faces were wet with tears, and the girl clutched a bundle of bright red roses. They stopped immediately in front of a strong iron gate beside a small cozy church, adorned with brilliant navidad lights, and inside voices sang in chorus to familiar navidad songs.
They both stared beyond, unsure of whether to go in o not. The red-headed boy made his decision first and leaned on the gate, crying into his hands. The girl seemed unable to look at him, and her gaze was locked por a white marble tombstone...