The Friendship of Harry Potter and Ron
Harry stared down at his friend. Ron had lain there in the hospital
wing for a week. He showed no sign of coming back from him coma.
All the doctors and nurses had wanted to cut his life support. But that's
not something you do when the great Harry potter tells you not to. As
he sat there, he thought about how Ron had always been the one the
sacrifice so Harry could advance. Like the time when they were first
years and Ron had given himself up to that huge chess set.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.
Harry remembered the times that Ron had Helped him study. And
always more importantly, the times he'd help get into trouble. But it was
always Harry Potter, the boy who lived, that took home the newspapers
with his name on the front. Ron had never complained and Harry had
never really noticed. But now he did. The way Ron Smiled when Harry's
picture greeted the readers of Witch Weekly or the way he stood with
his head down whenever some one stopped Harry in the streets. He'd
never noticed until now...
So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strain.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.
He felt remorse and fear that his friend might die without Harry ever
being able to make it up to him. But the likelihood of that happening
was slim They were old men. They'd seen their friends past on before
their eyes. Why, Hermione had gone only last year... But it was Ron he
would truly hate to lose.
Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.
As he sat there crying over his past faults, he didn't notice at first
when Ron's eyes fluttered open. The two old men stared at each other.
A mutual feeling of hope and friendship.
It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.
As Ron grew slowly stronger, he astounded the doctors and yet, Harry
had always known he could do it.
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.
But this was short lived. A year later, Ron was back at the hospital.
Everyone knew that this was it. Harry and Ron sat there. They both
understood that words had been in the past. Now was the time for
silence. What ever they needed to say had already been said. It was
time. Ron smiled one last smile and then was gone. But in body only.
Harry died the following year. But nether was truly gone. They lived, as
they had been as children at Hogwarts. Children have reported seeing
Hermione study along side them or Ron playing at their chess boards.
But the most common sighting of them was just sitting there. Being
friends.
Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings
a/n: none of it is mine. now go REVIEW!
Harry stared down at his friend. Ron had lain there in the hospital
wing for a week. He showed no sign of coming back from him coma.
All the doctors and nurses had wanted to cut his life support. But that's
not something you do when the great Harry potter tells you not to. As
he sat there, he thought about how Ron had always been the one the
sacrifice so Harry could advance. Like the time when they were first
years and Ron had given himself up to that huge chess set.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.
Harry remembered the times that Ron had Helped him study. And
always more importantly, the times he'd help get into trouble. But it was
always Harry Potter, the boy who lived, that took home the newspapers
with his name on the front. Ron had never complained and Harry had
never really noticed. But now he did. The way Ron Smiled when Harry's
picture greeted the readers of Witch Weekly or the way he stood with
his head down whenever some one stopped Harry in the streets. He'd
never noticed until now...
So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strain.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.
He felt remorse and fear that his friend might die without Harry ever
being able to make it up to him. But the likelihood of that happening
was slim They were old men. They'd seen their friends past on before
their eyes. Why, Hermione had gone only last year... But it was Ron he
would truly hate to lose.
Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.
As he sat there crying over his past faults, he didn't notice at first
when Ron's eyes fluttered open. The two old men stared at each other.
A mutual feeling of hope and friendship.
It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.
As Ron grew slowly stronger, he astounded the doctors and yet, Harry
had always known he could do it.
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.
But this was short lived. A year later, Ron was back at the hospital.
Everyone knew that this was it. Harry and Ron sat there. They both
understood that words had been in the past. Now was the time for
silence. What ever they needed to say had already been said. It was
time. Ron smiled one last smile and then was gone. But in body only.
Harry died the following year. But nether was truly gone. They lived, as
they had been as children at Hogwarts. Children have reported seeing
Hermione study along side them or Ron playing at their chess boards.
But the most common sighting of them was just sitting there. Being
friends.
Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings
a/n: none of it is mine. now go REVIEW!