A/N: Yay! I finally updated a story! It took me a really long time to, and I apologize greatly to everyone who keeps up with this. Anyway, we have the twins... we have Ginny... and now we have Ron! I was really excited to write this one, I'm not sure if it turned out okay or not so PLEASE PLEASE review! It would mean so much. Enjoy the story. Happy reading!

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If there's anyone who understands the power of friendship in this world, that would be me. I could tell you of a thousand instances where I thought I couldn't go on. You know how I kept going? Them. The best friends anyone could possibly ask for.

Later in life I lost them, tragically. Two died with honor, one lingered...rotten, his life no longer worth a second glance. But I found that even in the darkest of days, their memories helped me to cope. Struggling still with the full moon, lost in the chaos of the second war, sometimes I wished I was watching them glide down the corridor of Hogwarts...causing mayhem without a trace of a guilty concious. That is, until the beautiful Lily Evans threatened to take house points for their behavior. They were overflowing with Gryffindor pride and couldn't stand to see the cup in someone else's hands.

It motivated me. I wouldn't dare let my life fall into the hands of another. James and Sirius were everywhere, forcing me along. One place it was evident? In the eyes of James's and Lily's son, Harry. I'm sure you've heard all about dear Harry Potter.

Over the years I learned a great deal through my friendships, but I don't think I'll tell you about any of those moments. Instead, I think I'll focus on one day in particular that I'll never forget.

Someone unexpected made a lasting impression on me. Harry Potter was another who could never survive without those around him, his friends.

I don't think anyone ever gives enough credit to Ronald Weasley.

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"Professor Lupin! There you are! Harry's gone mad! You need to calm him down before he goes catatonic!" Neville shouted at me from a back room in the Potter Manor. I rolled my eyes at this and gave my 'on the job' salute. Interesting how after retiring from my teaching profession years ago, they were all still calling me Professor Lupin! Except for maybe...

"Remus old chum! What a surprise!" George Weasley greeted me with a grin.

"That's still professor to you!" I responded with a warning tilt of my eyebrows. That seemed to set him and his twin off even more.

"I dare say Remmy... what has gotten into you?" Fred asked, popping up behind me, "aren't you looking dapper!"

"Well, if I knew this was such an expensive occasion I would have worn my dragon skin to match you two. What a pity," I answered and took the initiative to straighten Fred's jacket.

"I do believe that one had a bit of BITE to it, don't you think?" George asked with a chuckle. Fred nodded feverishly.

"Better check the lunar charts! He's not stable!" he added playfully.

I shook my head as I continued on my way. The Weasley Twins were going to be the death of me. In fact, they reminded me a great deal of Sirius during his Hogwarts days. Of course, they were only joking with me. I couldn't have felt better that afternoon, and the full moon was a long way off.

"We'll be seeing you at the shrieking shack!" I heard them call after me, " we aren't finished with you yet!"

I chuckled and shook my head at their antics. As troublesome as they were, they were also good for a laugh. Exactly what Harry needed at a time like this I would imagine. But the twins had already taken off, and I was left to my duties as an adult figure to young Harry.

I took a deep breath before I opened the third door on the right, James and Lily's old room... and now headquarters of the loony. If Harry had gone as nutty as Neville had mentioned, perhaps some back-up was in order. Chocolate maybe? A baseball bat to knock some sense into him! Then again, who needs a bat when you have Hermione Granger around? Another one of Harry's young friend's I greatly admired for her charisma.

I approached Harry cautiously. He was leaning against the window pane as if waiting for the world to start spinning in circles. For him, it probably already was, but I doubted I'd be much help in getting it to slow down.

"Grab your broom and move quickly! You've defeated a dark lord, escaping the fury of Molly Weasley should be no problem! I'll distract her... tell her the twins blew up the cake!.." I joked as I sat down on the edge of an old night stand. Rather uncomfortable, but seeing as how Harry had yet to furnish his new home, it was the best seat available.

"I'm not going to run away!" Harry shouted in alarm. Apparently, he failed to see the humor. I had never really joked with him in such a way, I'm advice giving and shoulder-to-lean-on Remus Lupin. But, who could resist at a time like this?

"Damn right you aren't! I'd use an unforgivable on you," Ron replied upon entering the room. I gave him a large grin in greeting. I hadn't seen Harry's best friend in ages. Harry gulped in a very nervous fashion. Quite amusing really, but perfectly understandable.

"I'm not.. I don't... agh! I'm so bloody confused!" Harry shouted and placed his head in his hands with incredible force.

"Okay mate, lets see to it you straighten out your issues then. Step one, identify the problem," Ron said calmly and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"I just... I don't think I'm husband material," Harry announced. I laughed at this statement and Harry's eyes flashed me a heart-wrenching glance. It was unbelievable how much different he was acting than his father did on his Wedding Day. James practically did cartwheels down the aisle. I wouldn't be surprised if Lily thought about bolting! Harry, however, was not thinking about leaving. I must admit, he was more nervous than I had ever seen him before.

Ron seemed to be thinking to himself as he slowly put his hand back by his side.

"You're probably right. Lets just call the whole thing off then, shall we?" he responded and surpressed a grin.

"No... I guess, I guess I'm ready," Harry stated quietly.

" Bloody hell you are! Your vest looks awful. You're planning on getting married like that? Why don't we start by finding your robes..." Ron said laughing and searching the room for the rest of Harry's ensemble. Harry began to chuckle, which eventually turned into a full on laugh.

"I'm a bloody mess! You must think I'm a complete prat," Harry said, still smiling.

"Oh, come now Harry! You put your pants on one leg at a time, just like the rest of us," I added into the conversation. Harry shook his head and took a deep breath.

"Not today I didn't. I got so mad when I put both legs in the same opening, that I nearly broke down in tears. Poor Neville had no idea what to do! He said he was never getting married and booked it out of here!" Harry explained, tears forming he was laughing so hard.

"Happiest day of your life, mate!" Ron mumbled as he pulled the robes out of the closet.

"Ah, much better." I said as Harry finally calmed down.

"I guess I was just thinking about things... a little too much. So much I made myself a tad bit nervous," Harry said, blushing slightly. Ron helped Harry slip his robes onto his shoulders and shook his head.

"Well, i'm nervous too... my best friend and my sister are both getting married today. Coincidentally, to each other!" Ron said and brushed some lint off Harry's back. A huge smile formed on both their faces.

"Yes, but you're only the best man. Not a lot of pressure comes with that position," Harry joked.

"Of course not. It's not like the groom went off the deep end, or the bride went missing," Ron stated and rolled his eyes. Harry jumped so far backward I thought he would go straight through the window.

"I'm only joking! Do you honestly think that Ginny would run off on the one man she's loved her entire life? Get ahold of yourself before I get Hermione to come in here," Ron said slapping Harry upside the head and grinning like a maniac.

"How's that going by the way?" Harry asked, desperately trying to change subjects.

"Well, she was really angry with me when I refused to talk to Viktor Krum at Flourish and Blotts the other day. He said he was in town for a quidditch match and it was 'so good to see my 'er-my-oh-nie again!'. I told her I was going to go throw myself off a cliff and I would see her and Vicky at home. Can't stay mad at me that woman, snogged me senseless when she got back," Ron informed him. Harry raised his eyebrows questioningly and I shook my head sadly.

"Okay, so really she made me sleep on the couch, but only for half the night. She came and lay down next to me after a little bit. Living with her is nice, but by the looks of things today... I might want to apply for the headless hunt before I decide to get married," Ron confessed and scratched his head sheepishly.

"Headless hunt? Oh... I get it. Well Ron, I think you and Hermione will be in this position sooner than you think. How long is it now?" Harry asked, nervously wringing his hands.

"About 1 hour, 13 minutes, and 21 seconds. How does it feel?" Ron asked happily.

"I can't even begin to describe it. Lets just get to the burrow before I have a nervous breakdown," Harry said wide-eyed and headed out the door.

"He's going mental. Can't say I don't find it humorous, but we all know it's going to be just fine in the end. Why do you suppose this is so much scarier than battling the most evil wizard of... all time, perhaps?" Ron asked me in a whisper as we followed Harry down the hall.

"Because it's love, Ronald. Scariest thing on the planet," I responded and smiled.

"How true that statement is. But I'll never understand why anyone would get married at the burrow," Ron mumbled and shook his head. In a matter of seconds we had apparated to Ron's old bedroom in the Weasley household. It was rather small for the three of us to fit in to, but we managed.

"I think I should be going now. I'm not part of the ceremony, I should find myself a seat before the reporters start filling up the backyard," I stated as Harry paced back and forth.

"No, wait a minute! Could you help and make sure I have everything. I have a really bad feeling right now..." Harry asked, completely panicked.

"Sure, I suppose I could stay a bit longer and go over things with you," I replied and started going over everything needed for a wedding in my head. It had been forever since I'd been to one last.

"Cake?" I asked.

"Made by my mum, ready to go," Ron answered proudly.

"Minister?" I asked.

"Of magic, my dad!" Ron answered again, beaming.

"Rings?" I asked. Dead silence. Harry's face fell.

"Who was in charge of the rings?" I asked, trying to keep everything smooth as possible. Harry's scar seemed to be throbbing.. and THAT hadn't happened since the war's end.

"Charlie, but he said he didn't have time to pick them up on his way here.... meaning we needed to reassign the position. And.. we forgot," Harry replied and balled his hands into fists.

"Hey! I'll get them, I'll be back in a flash!" Ron volunteered.

"You aren't even in your dress robes! And you really wanted to see Hermione before this started! You haven't even talked to your sister yet!" Harry argued.

"Bullocks. I said good morning to her on my way here. Besides, it is my duty as best man and best friend to keep things in order. Don't have a heartattack, sit down and wait for me to get back," Ron demanded and disapparated out of the room. Harry and I sat in silence for a few moments before he finally began to speak.

"I don't know what I'd do without Ron," he said quietly and stared intently at his shoes. I thought for a moment about his comment. Where would I have ended up without Sirius and James? I knew the feeling.

"I'm sure you're just as important to him. You're lucky to have such a strong friendship," I told him and stood up.

"Where are you going?" he asked me, finally lifting up his head.

"I'm going to go get a seat. I'll see you out there!" I replied and left for the backyard. I felt it was time to give Harry his space and wait for the ceremony to begin. Harry didn't need me, he had Ron. After 45 minutes or so, the music began to play and I watched Harry smiling wider than I thought he was capable of. I've never seen him happier.

And next to him was Ron, with a gash on his arm, a rip in the bottom of his dress robes, and a perfectly happy appearance. I have no idea what could have happened in that short amount of time, but I knew one thing... Ron would do anything for his best mate.

I knew Harry's parents would be watching over him as Ginny began her slow march down the aisle. I knew Ron would be watching over him too, as Harry grabbed onto his best friend's sleeve tightly in anxiety.

Ron's friendship was simple, yet meaningful. I'll always remember what he did for Harry, and how willing he was to step up to the plate. It was a different sort of magic, and it will linger on forever.