Sitting for the last time on the Hogwarts Express to the impressive school, Harry sat on the clothed seats, feeling the rough fabric under his skin and smiling in reminiscence. He remembered being a little boy, dressed in quite literally rags, and all alone an stealing longing glances at the family on the platform. And then, he met another boy, his age, with bright red hair and a smudge of dirt on his nose, and he was no longer alone. It was a nice, warm feeling, having a companion his age and a friend.

"Look! The snack trolley!" Harry snorted. It would seem like some things never changed. Ron still loved food as much as he had, and perhaps things never changed, because once again, after the trolley had departed, the two boys, or men now, returned to their seats, with sweets everywhere as they steadily worked through the pile. Or perhaps they had chained, Harry thought, as he observed his old friend. This Ron was different from the elven year old that he had first met. This one had the occasional crease in his eyebrows, had a lingering darkness in his light blue eyes even when he was laughing, had a pensive expression on his face when he thought that no one was looking. And yet, this Ron was happier too. This Ron smiled more, however tired it looked. This Ron didnm missing Agrippa." Seeing Harry peer at him through the fringe of dark hair, he realised what he said and wore an ironic smile on his face. "Still. Who knows, maybe Is hesitation, he encouraged him softly. "Go on, you know you want to eat it."

With shaking fingers, Harry struggled to peel the wrapper open before it finally give way. Perhaps Ron had forgotten how this part would go. But he didnt think he could face it. Yet, perhaps this was part of accepting, and part of moving on; to face these painful memories and know that after all was said and done, they could leave it all behind. Swallowing hard, he pulled the wrapper off quickly, much like how one would rip the bandage off a wound, and breathed in sharply as a familiar face greeted him; one he thought he would never see again, aside from the portrait that hung in the Headmistresss quiet voice broke through his misery, m guessing it Raising his eyes to meet his old friendNo. It isn It was a terrible feeling, to see his old professor, his first mentor, seemingly brought back to life in that little card, with his twinkling blue eyes and mysterious eyes. And it would seem that even in this incarnation, Professor Dumbledore still managed to impart some form of wisdom in him; whether or not his friend had changed, he decided, it didns nothing, really." He spoke again, to reassure Ron, glad that his friend simply shrugged it off. Silently, he added, m glad you aren