Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't written in so long.

Chapter 4: Meeting Again

"Harry, you should really go see Ron again. He's been really worried about you." Hermione said while she was making coffee in Harry's kitchen.

"I don't know Mione. Do you think he would really want to see me again after the way I left?" Harry asked sitting at the table.

"Harry, you know he doesn't care about that. Every time I talk to him, he always wonders if I have talked to you and if I have seen you." Hermione said as she joined Harry at the table.

"But still, he might be angry with me. I couldn't blame him anyways."

"Harry, come one now. You know just as well as I do that Ron wants to see you. No matter how angry he is with you, he wants to see you."

"Really?" Harry asked.

"Really." Hermione answered.

"So, when's the last time you talked to him?"

"Yesterday, he's coming by today. Better go get ready."

"Do you know how much I love you? You're the greatest." Harry said as he got up and kissed Hermione on the forehead. He went up to his room to get ready to meet Ron again. Harry felt like he was meeting Ron for the first time. Harry wanted everything to be perfect when he saw Ron again. After about an hour of Harry freaking out about every little detail, including what color shirt to wear, Ron arrived.

"Harry, come on. Ron's here." Hermione said, grabbing onto Harry's arm.

"Mione, I can't. He probably hates me. I couldn't blame him." Harry said.

"Harry, he wouldn't have come if he hated you."

"True." The doorbell rang again. "Mione, can you get that? I'm going to go to the bathroom real quick."

"Sure." With that, Hermione went and answered the door and let Ron in.

"Hey! It's really been too long Ron." Hermione said as she gave Ron a big hug. "Come in and sit. Harry will be here in a minute. He was stressing out and had to go refresh himself."

"Just Like Harry." Ron said as he sat down.

Up in the bathroom, Harry was having serious doubts about talking to Ron again after all these years. "He doesn't want to se or even speak to me. Why would he? I left with out any explanation. I couldn't blame him for never wanting to speak to me again." Then Harry turned around and looked into the mirror and remembered the day he wrote the letters.

Harry sat at his desk and began to write the letters that he would give to his friends before he left for good.

Dear Ron and Hermione,

I really hope that you don't hate me for this and I hope you understand. I'm leaving because I couldn't live with myself you all died or got hurt again because of me. It's just not fair to you. You two are my best friends, my only family.

I don't want to tell anybody where I'm going because you might try and follow me. I can't risk you two following me and something happening to you. I'm going to be okay and I'll never forget you. I promise, I'll think of you everyday for the rest of my life. I hope you two have a wonderful life and I hope you get everything out of life that you want and deserve.

In my final words to you two, may you have the best life possible. Please, do not worry about me. In all my life, I don't know what I did right to have you two as my friends. You two are the greatest friends anybody could ever have. Please stay safe and be happy. One day, one day very soon, when I don't have to worry about you two getting hurt in my presences, then, and only then, will we meet again.

Love Always,

Harry

Harry folded up the letter and went to the hospital wing and laid it on the table between Ron and Hermione. With one last goodbye, he left, never to look back again.

A tear rolled down Harry's cheek. He quickly wiped it away when he heard someone coming to the door.

"Harry, are you okay in there?" Hermione asked from the other side of the door.

"Yeah Mione, I'll be down in a sec." With that, Harry gathered himself and went down to see his long lost pal. Harry had butterflies in his stomach, and that was an understatement. He was going to meet his best friend for the first time in years. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw red hair over the top of the chair. This was it, there was no turning back now.

"Ron." Was all Harry managed to say before Ron was hugging him. It truly had been too long.

Again, I'm so sorry it took forever to write this chapter. I had a bad case of writer's block. Hopefully it's over now and I can put up another chapter soon.