Disclaimer: JK Rowling is a WOMAN. I am a MAN. What do you think?
AN: This is a response to Waiting To Get Out Of Here's best friend challenge.
"Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light flashed from Voldemort's wand and Harry watched as Hermione fell to the ground with a lifeless stare in her eyes. Harry merely stood there, willing his body to move but no matter how hard he tried, his body would not respond.
Voldemort's wand flashed green once more and Harry saw Ron fall as well, his body falling into the muddy Quidditch pitch that had suddenly appeared. Voldemort gave a cold chuckle and continued to advance, his wand flashing green again and again and Harry watched as yet more of his friends fell. Dean, Fred, George, Neville, Sirus. So many, just so many and not one of them tried to stop him.
"Who could love a mere boy like you when I could have a dark Lord?" Ginny asked a she stood up behind Voldemort, only her head visible and Harry felt his heart break from despair. "Who would ever look at a skinny runt from below the stairs when they could have so much more?"
"Goodbye Harry Potter," Voldemort murmured as he pointed his wand right between Harry's eyes. "You will not be missed or remembered." His wand flashed once more and Harry sat up in bed breathing hard.
"Harry, are you alright mate?" Ron asked, his face pale and his freckles showing as he peered through Harry's bed curtains. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a nightmare. Still he could not bring himself to lie back down.
"I'm fine mate. Really," Harry said in an unconvincing tone, but he could see that Ron wasn't convinced.
"Yeah and I'm Merlin," he replied with a look of distaste. "It doesn't take Hermione to see that you're not okay mate. Hold on."
There was a scuffling sound as he heard Ron digging around in his draw. Moments later, Ron reappeared with a bottle of Butterbeer and a couple of glasses. He quickly poured out a couple of drinks and lifted his glass.
"You want to talk about it mate?" he asked and Harry shook his head.
"Really Ron, I'm fine!" he insisted and Ron shook his head.
"You had a nightmare about You-Know-Who didn't you?" he asked and Harry stared at him in surprise. "Mate, I might have the emotional range of a teaspoon, but even I can put two and two together."
"I saw him kill…" Harry's voice trailed off as his hand began to shake.
"You saw him kill me. And Hermione. And Ginny," Ron finished and he took a deep gulp of his glass. Harry looked at him in shock and he shrugged his shoulders. "You talk in your sleep when you have nightmares mate."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Well it was worse than that. Much worse. He killed you and Hermione, but Ginny, she-she-she said that she preferred him instead of me, that I was less desirable," Harry said and he watched Ron's face screw up in disgust.
"Your dreams are really twisted mate," Ron finally said after a long whistle. "Ginny thinks the world of you. And besides, have you seen how ugly the old man is? Seriously, she'd need her head examining if she picked him over you!"
"Bellatrix certainly thinks he's worth it," Harry commented quietly as he took a sip of his Butterbeer and Ron smirked.
"Yeah, well it's not like Bellatrix Lestrange is the prime example of sanity," Ron pointed out and they both laughed as they talked on deep into the night, not as Harry the saviour of the wizarding world and Ron his sidekick, but simply two normal boys talking about normal things.