Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter. All rights of the song (Alone, Pt. II) go to Alan Walker and Ava Max. Not me. I'm terrible at writing songs.
This has been saved as an unfinished document for ages...
We were young, posters on the wall
Praying we're the ones that the teacher wouldn't call
We would stare at each other
'Cause we were always in trouble
Their friendship started on a train to secondary school, of all things. It started out as just two of them. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
It started out with anyone sitting here? everywhere else is full, a nod, and a yes, but i can't remember it.
It started out with has anyone seen a toad? neville's lost one, a failed spell, an are you sure that's a real spell? well, it's not very good, is it? and if you told those two young boys right then and there that they would be friends with Hermione Granger, they would laugh in your face.
But if you told them that in the November of the same year, they would laugh in your face and say didn't you know? we're already friends.
It started with two. Two boys, who met on a train and shared their candy. Two young, innocent boys who didn't know what lay in front of them. Two children on the Hogwarts Express, sitting on a train to led to wonder and magic and fighting and loss.
In a few years, that is.
September and October passed in a blur of magic, ghosts, staring students, moving staircases, talking portraits, classes and for Harry, the feeling that he was accepted and loved in the castle's warm, comforting embrace.
It passed in a blur of potions, stars, broomsticks, plants, parchment, quills, a spell on their lips, and laughter.
They would stare at each other, hoping that whoever was teaching them wouldn't call on them. And they were always in trouble. Mainly Snape's fault.
(if you asked eighteen-year-old harry potter and ron weasley what hogwarts was like, they would smile at you and tell you about the joy of magic and learning, the joy before it all fell apart)
And all the cool kids did their own thing
I was on the outside, always looking in
Yeah, I was there, but I wasn't
They never really cared if I wasn't
Hermione had always felt like an outcast. She was smart, bookish, studious, and had brown skin. Of course, she wasn't the only one with those traits, but she was teased and bullied for it.
When she found out she was a witch, she was overjoyed, once Professor McGonagall had confirmed and proved it. She was ready to go out their and prove that Muggleborns did, in fact, deserve a place in Wizarding society.
She was wrong.
Hermione did make a friend, Neville Longbottom, on the Hogwarts Express, but he didn't really talk to her much after that. They did, however meet up in the library and her made sure to remember her birthday and give her a present.
It all changed on Halloween.
She was crying in the girls' toilet after Ron Weasley had insulted her when the troll came in. The smell was horrible, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. And to make matters worse, someone just had to lock her in!
And then Harry and Ron came to the rescue.
Ron shouted Wingardium Leviosa! (oh, so you've finally done it correctly?) and Harry jumped on the troll's back and stuck his wand up his nose.
Ugh, disgusting.
They were friends after that. Because there are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a mountain troll is one of them.
And so two became three.
Ron had always felt like an outcast in his own family. He didn't have a job, like Bill and Charlie. He wasn't academic, like Percy. He wasn't a prankster, like Fred and George. And he certainly wasn't the first Weasley female in four generations.
He would never admit it, but he still felt like an outcast in his friendship with Harry and Hermione. He wasn't famous. He wasn't smart.
Oh, come on, Harry exclaimed, once. You beat McGonagall's chess set in first year! You faced Aragog even though you didn't want to!
Yeah, Hermione agreed, nodding her head. Ron, you are special! Everyone is special in their own way, don't you ever forget that.
If anyone else noticed that he acted cheerier after that, no one commented on it.
Harry had always felt like an outcast. It probably had something to do with being a 'freak', as the Dursleys so eloquently put it. Not even probably, certainly.
He couldn't remember a time when he didn't sleep in the cupboard under the stairs. He couldn't remember a time when someone showed love to him. Getting a grade higher than Dudley resulted in a beating (none of them were the worst ones, thank god) and more chores than usual for a week or so.
He didn't have any friends, either. Dudley and his thrice-damned gang chased them away. The teachers turned a blind eye.
When Harry was eleven, his whole world turned upside-down.
All it took was a giant knocking down the door, a you're a wizard, harry and being whisked on a shopping spree in Diagon Alley.
He was also famous, apparently, because he somehow defeated Lord Voldemort when he was one.
In other words, he was famous because he survived the Halloween of 1981 but his parents did not, and a serial killer was defeated because of him.
Bit of a weird way to become famous, he thought.
We all need that someone
Who gets you like no one else
Right when you need it the most
We all need a soul to rely on
A shoulder to cry on
A friend through the highs and the lows
Ron didn't leave them, when everyone else did, when everyone shunned them just for losing a hundred and fifty points and the professors didn't even notice.
Wow, so House rivalry really goes this far? Hermione observed. No offence, but this school really sucks.
None taken, Ron replied, just as Harry said, I agree.
They thought that it wasn't fair. McGonagall had only took twenty points from Slytherin, but fifty points each for Gryffindor. It just didn't make sense.
But something else didn't make sense. The appalling choice of detention.
So they got detention in the FORBIDDEN Forest, which was forbidden for a reason, and after curfew when they got detention in the first place for being out after curfew?
Nope. Doesn't make sense AT ALL.
Harry, Hermione, and Neville had considered telling McGonagall about it (and maybe the Board of Governors) but decided that, much to Hermione's chagrin, that they would like to live, thank you very much.
(she didn't know until years later, but harry and neville were used to harsh punishments. even if it didn't make sense, they just didn't see the point in arguing against it)
(and when she did, she started sobbing and hugged them and didn't let go)
Ron and Hermione didn't leave Harry when the school found out he was a Parselmouth, when the school turned against him again and blamed the attacks on him, of all people, thought he was the Heir of Slytherin!
Sure, they were hesitant at first, but decided to stick with him anyway because friendship was more important than prejudice against someone who could talk to snakes.
When Ron voiced this, he never expected Hermione to counter with but you're prejudiced against hogwarts students who have silver and green on their robes? and her lecture afterwards opened up both Harry and Ron's world.
(and soon after, the three of them would learn that not all Gryffindors are brave, not all Hufflepuffs are kind, not all Ravenclaws are smart, not all Slytherins are cunning, and that your house doesn't define you)
I'm not gonna make it a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lone
I'm not gonna make it a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lone
Harry knew, from the moment his name come out from that thrice-damned Goblet, that he wasn't going to make it through the Triwizard Tournament alone.
He only had Hermione, because Ron thought he had put his own name into the Goblet and left him, the idiot.
Ron, who had stuck by him when he had lost Gryffindor a hundred and fifty points. Ron, who had stuck by him when he was outed as a Parselmouth. Ron, loyal, brave Ron, was... not his friend anymore, so to speak. Temporarily, he hoped.
And now he was crushing on both Cedric and Cho, the hopeless bisexual he was. Those were Hermione's words, by the way, not his.
Ron came back, after the First Task where Harry nearly got burned to a crisp by a very angry mother dragon.
Hermione didn't forgive Ron as fast as Harry did.
Why did you leave him?! she screeched, a month of bottled-up anger spilling out of her. You knew he doesn't like fame!
I know, he sighed, looking down at his shoes guiltily. I was jealous.
The next day, she apologised for shouting at him, and the three of them were back togther again.
Like they always were.
Then I saw your face, your forgiving eyes
Looking back at me from the other side
Like you understood me
And I'm never letting you go, oh
When Sirius (in his human form) met Harry in the Shrieking Shack, he had to resist the urge to jump at him and hug the daylights out of him. He couldn't, of course. Harry still thought he was a mass murderer out to get him.
And there was Remus Lupin.
Remus Lupin, the kind werewolf. Remus Lupin, the smartest out of all the Marauders. Remus Lupin, who he once had a crush on and still had. Not that Remus knew.
He felt a pang in his chest when the ginger boy - Probably a Weasley, he thought - stood up to him and said fiercely, if you want to kill Harry, you have to kill us too! It reminded him of the Marauders. Excluding that scum Pettigrew, of course.
He regretted trying to strangle his godson. But it was self-defence. Even if it made Harry hate him even more.
Pettigrew was the rat sitting on the ginger's - Ron's - lap, he just knew it.
He was right.
The trio eventually believed that Pettigrew was the traitor, not Sirius, but it would have been nice if Snivellous didn't have to barge in and interrupt.
Just like James, he thought when Harry and the brunette Hermione came on a Hippogriff - of all things! - to save him. Heroic and noble.
He wished they could live togther. Godfather and godson together at last.
(a few years later, harry had laughed and pointed out that no, they didn't get enough time to truly be together)
We all need that someone
Who gets you like no one else
Right when you need it the most
We all need a soul to rely on
A shoulder to cry on
A friend through the highs and the lows
Ron and Hermione almost begged Mrs Weasley to stay with Harry until he woke up, even if it was the Hospital Wing and Madam Pomfrey was THE immovable object.
While admiring their loyalty, she said no.
Sirius, however, got to stay tucked up next to Harry on the bed, curled up in dog form. Just as long as he was well behaved.
A little bit of arguing later, the Gryffindor teens gave in, almost glaring at Sirius like he was the one who betrayed the Potters.
That thought just made his brain swirl in anger, with thoughts about how to kill that rat Peter Pettigrew.
Sirius knuckles were white, he was clutching Harry's shoulder so hard.
He couldn't believe that his pup, his innocent (he hoped so) godson had to go through all that. At the age of fourteen, too!
He wanted to comfort Amos and Mary Diggory - he had met them, once - but couldn't, seeing that it was more than a little bit suspicious if a supposed mass-murderer suddenly appeared and started comforting you.
Nope, not suspicious at all.
The phoenix trilled sadly, and Sirius agreed internally. For some reason.
Phoenixes were weird.
I'm not gonna make it a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lone
I'm not gonna make it a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lone
Harry escaped from Privet Drive to 12 Grimmauld Place with Order members with him, a threat of expulsion and in general more than a little bit irritated.
So he let it out on Ron and Hermione, who hadn't called or owled him for the whole of summer.
Dumbledore told us not to! Hermione pleaded desperately.
You could have used the telephone, seeing as your parents or Muggles, Harry retorted, raising an eyebrow, which shut her up.
But still, they made up, and were peaceful friends again.
Peaceful as it could be, of course.
(so what were you screaming about? auror "don't call me nymphadora" tonks asked, amusement written across her heart-shaped face.
shut up, harry replied. it doesn't matter now)
The new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Dolores Umbridge, did not make a good impression on the trio. Not even on Hermione, who had at least listened to her very 'illuminating' (in the bookworm's words) speech.
It got worse in their first lesson.
Umbridge didn't believe that Voldemort was back, probably because she was the Senior Undersecretary of Fudge. Throw in her annoying cough (hem, hem, Hermione mocked. So annoying), her annoying voice, her annoying enthusiasm, and her annoying need to not teach them anything useful, and you get an extremely annoying person who somehow is a professor.
Also, Harry lost his temper again.
I don't know, maybe... Lord Voldemort? he asked sarcastically.
Umbridge gave him detention for the rest of the week.
I'm not gonna make it a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lone
I'm not gonna make it a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lone
She made him write I must not tell lies over and over with a blood quill.
How dare she, Ron yelled, then quietened when the rest of the students in the common room looked over at them. Beside him, Hermione was shimmering in rage.
It's okay, don't worry, Harry weakly consoled them, but he knew they wouldn't accept it.
No, it's not okay! Hermione snapped, her eyes glittering, her face red, her expression mixed with anger and determination. It's not okay that she's hurting you, that she won't prepare us for our O.W.L.S., that -
Okay, we get the point, Ron interrupted.
(it's a coincidence, isn't it? the redhead sniggered, all problems thrown up into the cloudy sky, gone but certain to fall down again. That her name is Umbridge. Sounds a lot like umbrage. Doesn't it?)
After the Battle of the Department of Mysteries (where Sirius died) and Voldemort's return was proven, the trio grew even closer with Ginny, Neville, and Luna. Ginny was a lot like the trio: fierce, brave, and determined. So were Neville and Luna, but they preferred to be peaceful and not cause anybody harm. Unless Death Eaters and Voldemort were involved. Or their friends and/or family were in danger. Then you better watch out.
Harry lost a godfather, but remember, Remus lost a friend, leaving him as the last Marauder. Except Pettigrew. But he didn't count. He didn't deserve to count.
Tonks tried to comfort him, seeing as she lost a cousin. He was grateful for it, he really was, but he felt like it didn't do anything. Comforting doesn't raise the dead.
Remus was back in Grimmauld Place, in an armchair in front of the fire, the Marauder's Map on his lap and his wand in his hand. He had tried to talk to the 'ink Marauders' by purposely getting the password wrong, and succeeded. But it still wasn't enough. The real Marauders didn't really act like the ink Marauders.
He sighed. Time for another round of trying not to insult Wormtail too badly and conversations that were supposed to be funny but weren't.
I'm not gonna make it a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lone
I'm not gonna make it a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lone
Ron and Hermione knew Harry was hurting. Because Sirius was dead. And it was all Bellatrix's fault, even if Harry thought it was his.
But they couldn't comfort him enough, and then there was the matter of Harry's Pensieve. Dumbledore had given it to him to try to relive the stress, and it had remained private.
Until now.
Harry was off to do some 'business' with Fred and George. Probably something to do with practical jokes. It was a perfect time to sneak into his Pensieve and try to understand their best friend more.
The redhead and the brunette looked at each other, nodded, and both dived into the silver, swirling memories.
Whatever they were expecting, it wasn't this.
The first memory was of a time when Harry didn't know he was a wizard, a time when they didn't know each other.
(to be honest, it was more peaceful back then, ron said, once. harry raised an eyebrow and hermione hit him on arm, but she had an amused expression)
Imagine their horror when they found out that Harry slept in a cupboard until the age of eleven. Imagine their horror when they found out that Harry was practically a slave in the Dursleys' home. Imagine their horror when they found out that Harry was beaten not infrequently (thank goodness it wasn't frequently). Imagine their horror when they found out that Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, their best friend was an abused child.
They both opened their mouths to say something, but no sound came out. They could only stare at each other with determination in their faces, knowing they would tell Dumbledore about this. And make sure that the Dursleys' never hurt their best friends again.
Ron and Hermione stumbled out of the Pensieve, whispers of kill the spare and crucio and i killed sirius black and avada kedavra in their minds and diamonds running down their cheeks.
And in front of them, arms crossed over his chest, and furious expression on his face, was Harry.
Yep.
They were screwed.
I can explain, Hermione squeaked, barely hearing herself over the screaming in her head.
'Cause you are that someone
That gets me like no one else
Right when I need it the most
And I'll be the one you rely on
A shoulder to cry on
A friend through the highs and the lows
Harry and Neville were betting on Ron and Hermione getting together, without their knowledge. At the same time, Ron and Hermione were betting on Harry and Ginny getting together, after some grumbling from Ron. Without their knowledge.
Oh come on, Ron, said Hermione, exasperated. They're cute, and I think they're perfect for each other.
But she's my sister! Ron replied, something that Hermione had expected. Overprotective siblings, seriously.
So?
So she's my sister! If he hurts her I'll kill him! Ron replied.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Use your brain. Harry won't hurt Ginny. You know he isn't like that.
Ron opened his mouth, and closed it again with an audible click. Yeah maybe.
The brunette nodded in satisfaction, and the two resumed telling Seamus about the best and worst ways to come out.
Horcruxes, Harry hissed, and his two best friends both sat up at the unfamiliar word. He's got six of them. Voldemort. That's why he's immortal.
Ron gave him an I-still-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about look. Could you please elaborate on that, mate?
Fine. So Voldemort's got six of them, and we don't know where they are. All of them have to be destroyed in order for him to die. One has already been destroyed, so that's no problem. Apparently they're really hard to destroy.
Wow, that was a lot of 'destroy's. Hermione frowned. And how exactly are we going to track down these... Horcruxes?
That, Harry said grimly. Is exactly the problem.
Harry and Ginny did get together. Ron and Hermione were still dancing around each other.
And then Harry and Ginny broke up. Because of Dumbledore's death and Harry's saving people thing.
I'm not gonna make it a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lone
I'm not gonna make it a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lone
Mad-Eye Moody and Hedwig were dead, and George now had one ear. What a brilliant way to get to a friend's house. And now that all of them were at the table in the Burrow, Harry wondered if they could have used glamours and Disillusionment Charms. In a way that didn't include being ambushed by Death Eaters and Voldemort. But he didn't bring it up; he didn't want to make everything feel worse than they were.
I'm so sorry, Harry finally said, breaking the silent and tense atmosphere. You know I never wanted this -
It's not your fault, Mrs Weasley - no, Molly - said strongly. None of this was your fault.
Yeah, Ron agreed, nodding his head. Blame it all on You-Know-Who and his stupid Death Nibblers.
Ginny, who was sitting next to him, held his hand under the table. We'll get through this together, she whispered.
Ginny (fierce, brave, loving, determined Ginny) smiled at him, and Harry smiled back.
Ron left again.
Harry was reminded of fourth year, hoping that he would come back.
He and Hermione didn't speak a single word on some days.
The trio wasn't a trio with only two people.
(but he came back, a light who walked out of their lives and crashed back in again)
Ron and Hermione kissed.
Finally.
I'm not gonna make it a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lone
I'm not gonna make it a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lone
Hagrid squirmed in his ropes, hopelessly tied to a tree.
Let me go, he spat at the nearest Death Eater. Let me go, you foul piece of -
Shut up, the man spat, casting a very quick Cruciatus at him, silencing him immediately. Do it again, and it would be much worse.
He knew Harry wasn't going to go to You-Know - Voldemort. He just knew. Harry wasn't one to give up easily. In fact, one could say that he never gave up.
He was wrong.
Hopelessly and completely wrong.
Hagrid's heart stopped as he heard a crunch near to him and the circle of Death Eaters. Wait, is it... no, it couldn't be...
Harry stepped into the light, his face blank but Hagrid could see a sparkle of fear in the young man's eyes as he walked to his death.
(a baby curled up in a blanket. a small boy in a shack on a rock. it was amazing, how fast one could grow)
Oh no. He wasn't going to let that happen. Somehow.
HARRY! NO! he roared, he massive body shaking as he desperately tried to escape the ropes. NO! NO! HARRY, WHAT'RE YEH -
QUIET! yelled the Death Eater, Silencing him. Oh, right. Crucios did hurt.
Voldemort raised his wand slowly, a twisted smirk on his face.
Avada Kedavra.
(voldemort raised his wand at dorcas, the same smirk in his face, and whispered)
(avada kedavra)
Ron and Hermione had panicked when they couldn't find Harry in the cease-fire, but now that panic had turned into rage (at Voldemort) and why why why did you have to do this?
Harry Potter was dead.
They couldn't even bring themselves to laugh at Voldemort's stupid-as-hell laugh and Malfoy's misfortune.
Imagine their relief when a voice shouted Protego! and their best friend in all his glory revealed himself to Voldemort.
Their friendship started on a train to secondary school, of all things. It started out as just two of them. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
It started out with anyone sitting here? everywhere else is full, a nod, and a yes, but i can't remember it.
It started out with has anyone seen a toad? neville's lost one, a failed spell, and an are you sure that's a real spell? well, it's not very good, is it?
It ended with two men and a woman, scarred with loss and hurt and war and fighting. It ended with three teenagers (so young, Griphook had once said) who suffered through so much and yet came out victorious. It ended with three warriors, three survivors who had the whole world in front of them and yet felt so lost.
It started with two. It ended with three.
Wow. I finished it. I'm so proud of myself lol.
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