The night before his final confrontation with Voldemort, Harry sits in a darkness lit only by candles at an injured Ron's bedside. (NOT slash!)I sit here beside you as you as you sleep; in the dim light of candles your red hair seems somehow muted. There's a smudge of dirt on your nose, like there was the first day we met. You're my best friend, Ron, but you'll have to stay here, in the dark, while I go to confront an even greater darkness. Voldemort.