Oh please forgive me everyone for not updating this story sooner – where has this year gone? I can't believe I started in this in may or June or sometime around then.

This will be the last chapter, as I never seem to be able to get 5 minutes to write another chapter, so I'll wrap it up to stop you all from waiting. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story and given me the support and confidence to write it.

Chapter 13

Long lost Best friends.

The next morning dawned bright and clear, the sun was shining and there was a gentle breeze drifting through the air. Hermione and Ron made their way through the winding paths of Diagon alley to the Leakey Cauldron where they were to meet Harry. Typically, Ron was a little nervous, meeting his best friend for the first time in 6 years.

Going through his mind were thoughts of what was Harry like now, had he changed, would he recognise him, did he have a family. There were so many things that Ron realised he didn't know about Harry he started to panic that they wouldn't be able to get their friendship back to how it was.

As the two of them approached the pub, Hermione glanced up into Ron's worried face, squeezed his hand and gave him a comforting kiss on the lips. Hand in hand they then entered the smoke filled room. Birdcages were sitting on the bar. Rats were scurrying around on the floor being chased by black cats and everyone seemed to be cheerfully drinking their beverages.

Ron spotted Harry immediately sitting quietly in a dimly lit corner. As they approached he glanced up and grinned.

"Ron, how are you?" Harry exclaimed as he jumped out of his chair and hugged Ron.

"I'm fine" Ron said as he hugged his best friend.

"We've all missed you so much Ron, I take it you saw your family yesterday?"

"Yeah, I'd forgotten how much of a fuss mum makes of us, I don't think she let go of me for more than 5 minutes at a time! It was great to see everyone again, and to catch up on the news. I've missed you all so much, I knew I had to have a family somewhere but I just couldn't match faces with names. I got these strange images in my dreams but I'd forget them as soon as I woke up, until Hermione came along and came up with the solution."

The conversation went on like this for a while, Hermione just sat watching the pair get to know each other again, smiling to herself that this is how it should be – all three of them back together again.

By about 10.30pm the pair where reminiscing about school and re-living the pranks and jokes they played on teachers and fellow pupils. Hermione was satisfied that Ron definitely had recovered his full memory. Somewhere during the whole day they had managed to shut up long enough to eat but by chucking out time they where hungry. Harry offered them both a meal at his place. Accepting the kind invitation, Hermione and Ron went back to Harry's.

Ron was amazed at how Harry hadn't really changed at all, but then again he didn't think he had either. They were both still the jokers they had been while they were at Hogwarts, he realised as he walked along the road towards Harry's house that it didn't matter how long they stayed apart or even if they never saw each other again, they both knew that the three of them would be best friends. There was some sort of invisible tie linking the three of them together. An extremely strong tie that would be with them forever.

The End.