Looking at his friends Harry wondered if they would ever realize what they meant to him. He had learned a long time ago that you need people to keep you grounded, you need people to fight for. Hermione and Ron were sitting by the fire reading something. They really would make a good couple, if only Ron would realize that. These were the people that he fought for.

He fought for his friends, so that they could be happy. He fought so that maybe Hermione and Ron would realize that they had feelings for each other. He fought so that Fred and George could open their joke shop. He fought so that maybe one day Percy would start talking to his family again. He fought so that maybe Neville would finally stand up to Malfoy and every one else that made fun of him. He fought for every one he loved.

He didn't think they would ever understand that they were the reason he didn't give up. Why when even he knew that he was going to lose he kept fighting. He knew that there was a war coming and that people would die all he could hope was that it wouldn't be one of his friends. He didn't know what he would do if he had to put one of them in the cold, hard, unforgiving ground. He had already lost his mother, his father, and the most recent wound to his heart, Sirius. You needed ties to the world to keep going they were his ties.

"Harry are you just going to stand there all day or are you going to join us?" Ron called to his friend.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." He said with a smile and walked over to his friends.