Chapter 3 Thoughts of Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley sat in his room in the Grimmauld Place, staring out the window, letting the cool air hit his face gently. It was the early hours of the morning, Ron was sure everyone in the house was asleep. He just couldn't get to bed. Today was his best friend's birthday. Harry Potter's birthday to be exact.
Ron sighed, wishing he could see or at least talk to his friend. Ron had been having nightmares about the Department of Mysteries, but worst of all, he was having dreams about Harry.
Flashback of dream
Ron walked into the circular room. It was freezing. Ron looked around. He heard someone groan.
Summoning all of his courage, he called out, "Who's there?"
It was so dark, he could barely see. He walked forward and realized there was a person sprawled on the floor. They looked hurt. Slowly, the person lifted their head and looked at Ron.
"Ron....is that you?" the boy asked.
Ron felt his insides turn cold. He knew that voice all too well. He quickly walked toward the person only to confirm his fear. Harry was the boy sprawled across the floor. He looked so weak. His glasses were cracked, there was some dirt on his face. He didn't look like he could walk.
Ron held his breath, wishing it wasn't real. He bent down and picked Harry up slowly so that Harry was on Ron's lap.
'Oh, man, if someone walked in this would look so weird.' Ron thought.
Ron rubbed his eyes, willing not to cry. He couldn't break down, not on his friend.
"H-harry..what happened?" Ron asked, his voice shaking slightly.
"Ron..."Harry started, but stopped when he began to freeze violently. Ron looked around. He didn't have a cloak, so he wrapped his arms around Harry instead.
"Harry, mate, tell me what happened." Ron whispered, trying to keep his voice even.
"Don't leave me alone." Harry whispered quietly, "please, don't leave me alone. I don't want to lose anyone else."
Ron felt like his heart was breaking. Harry was pleading to him with his eyes. He hated seeing his friend like this!
"I won't leave you, Harry." Ron said quietly. Just then, Harry's eyes grew round. He was looking at something behind Ron. Ron quickly spun around. A figure dressed in a black cloak had his wand pointed at Harry. The person grinned evilly.
"Crucio."
Flashback ended
Ron could barely get to sleep any more, he was constantly thinking about his friend. Just to make things worse, Harry stopped writing to him and Hermione awhile ago. He was scared of losing his friend. Ron put his head in his hands, letting night hair breeze past him.
'Harry, hold on, please. I now your probably upset about Sirius, but don't do anything stupid.' Ron thought. He glanced at the clock. It was one in the morning.
They were his best friends and were also like family to him. He was scared to death of losing them. Ron would die for his two friends that he had grown up with and learned to trust. 'If only I could tell them before it's too late.'
'Stop thinking like that! Their not going to die! Neither are you. The three of you are going to survive this war.'
'But if it comes to the fact of sacrificing my own life to save Harry's or Hermione, I would do it.'
Ron thought of his two best friends.
There was Hermione Granger: the know-it-all. That was his name for her anyways. They may have their arguments, but Ron cared deeply for her. In what way, whether in was more than a friendly way, Ron wasn't sure anymore. He just knew that he would die for her. He remembered in their fifth year, his first Quidditch match, Hermione had given him that kiss on the cheek. He could see Harry smirking at him all the way down to the locker rooms. With her knowledge she helped them through all their adventures. Now, they had a strong friendship. One that couldn't be broken very easily.
Then there was Harry Potter: The Boy-Who-Lived. The one everyone thought was a real hero. And he was, he honestly was. He helped Ron in ways he'll never know. He taught him that money isn't everything. Without family, you have nothing. Ron used to be jealous of Harry, but not anymore. He respected Harry and would do anything for him. Even if it meant dieing at Voldemort's wand, he would do it, for Harry. Ron was close to Harry, enough to call him a brother. They would always joke around, laughing like there was no tomorrow. Ron missed that. He really did. He missed joking around with Harry.
Ever since Sirius died, it seemed like Harry lost the will to go on.
He missed just sitting with Harry, discussing Quidditch, how evil potions was, anything and everything they could think of. He missed Harry's laugh. It seemed like nowadays all he did was worry about things. He always has this look like he's thinking about something important, or this worried look, a haunted look. That looks haunted Ron, too.
Ron felt tears in his eyes, but quickly wiped them with the back of his hand.
'Stop. Don't cry. That won't help Harry.'
Ron suddenly thought of something. He and Hermione were probably the only family Harry knew now. With Sirius was gone, they were all he had left. Ron suddenly felt a flame of determination.
Feeling like this was something he had to do, he spoke out into the night sky, "Harry, mate, I know you've been going through some hard times, but you can't lose faith. Me and Hermione are with you every step of the way. We always have been. I hate seeing that haunted look in your eyes. You can try to push Hermione and me away all you want, but we won't budge. We'll be right by your side in this way, fighting right next to you. That's a promise." Ron whispered, letting a tear roll down his cheek for the pain his friend was going through.
Ron sat on his bed. 'Harry and Hermione are important to me. I won't lose them. I'll die for them if it comes for that.'
'Funny, I used to think that I was worthless because I was poor, I thought I couldn't amount to anything. But look where I am now. Keeper for Quidditch, a great family, and two friends who I would do anything to keep safe and would do the same for me. Who would of thought I would be the one to have this. All the money in the world couldn't compare to this.'
'Yes. You wanted someone to believe in you, you found two people for that.'
Ron smiled to himself. He put his head down on the pillow and drifted off to sleep.
If he had been away, Ron would have seen Sirius Black, as clear as a ghost, sitting and the end of his bed.
Sirius leaned over and whispered, "Harry needs you now more than ever. Help him to forgive himself. Be there for him. Let him know he's not alone."
With that, Sirius Black disappeared.
Ron Weasley smiled a little wider. 'Don't worry, Sirius. He's in good hands.'
A/N. Like it? Hope so! Reviews are so encouraging! Keep sending them. This one is a bit longer than the other ones. Well, there's going to only be one or two more chapters in this story. Depends on how it's going to go. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far! Really means a lot.