A/N: I got one more chapter up! As I said it will be a while until I update so this will most likely be the last chapter 4 a few weeks.

Chapter 6

It was just after Quidditch practice while Harry was still in the locker room when Ron walked in. "What do you want now?" Harry asked irritated

"I wanted to talk to you." Ron replied plainly.

"We've been talking all day Ron, I don't see what we could possibly have left to talk about."

"There's been people around all day, I would like to, if possibly talk to you alone."

"Fine, but make it quick."

"Why did you have to do this to me? Did you just want to make my life more miserable that it already is?" Ron asked "Cause, congratulations, you did it Harry, your little plan worked."

"Ron those were not my intentions; and since when did you have a worse life than me? Last time I checked you had seven people who really care about you, and you've had that your whole life. I had people who loved me for one year Ron, one. Since I was old enough to reach the top of the counter, I was probably cooking for the sorry excuse I had for a family. Sure, you may not have had a huge perfect house, but it was better that a cupboard under a staircase. I finally meet people who actually like me, and what happens? I find out being around them puts them in a lot of danger. Ron you don' have any idea of what a scary thought it would be if the fate of the world was on you shoulders. All the things that happened to me, I would have been overly happy to give that stress all to you, believe me I would have any second of the day. Having to live with the thought that I almost killed my godfather once, and that I got another chance, and because of y own stupidity he ended up dieing any way. Knowing that I could have been expelled from the only place I ever had friends, where I actually fit in, that scared me. My fifth year was the hardest year I ever spent at Hogwarts, and probably the most scared I've ever been in my life, including when I killed Voldemorte." He added when Ron opened his mouth to say something. "Then on top of all that the very next year I was swamped with home work which interfered with me being Quidditch Captain, and having to handle Mione."

"What do you mean you had to handle her? She was just fine, she was always happy I made sure of that. "Ron said sounding very proud of himself.

"See, Ron that's just it, she wasn't very happy, she wasn't happy at all. All lot of the time she would come to me crying. If you still think you have a worse life that me Ron then you have something seriously wrong with you. Now I waited sixteen years to have just what you have. I used to pray for it all the time. I just wanted to have a mum, dad, and when I was older a girlfriend who loved me. I finally got what I wanted but I also got a lot more. I got a godfather, good friends, and a best friend."

"You don't have a best friend any more." Ron said harshly

"Yes I do, he's inside, and his name is Draco Malfoy." Harry said. Then he turned around and left.