3-Noise. Harry's Pov
Noise, Noise, Noise! That's all Ron is these days, singing in grating tones in the shower, blaring music at all hours, running the blender, the garbage disposal, blasting the television in the middle of the night.
I know he just wants a rise out of me, maybe Hermione even.
Maybe it's his way of coping.. keeping himself awake, so as not to be haunted by his dreams?
If that's the case, he's keeping me from the graveyard, the veil and that last confrontation...
His way is keeping me from once more reliving the worst moments of my tortured life.
Do I really want to keep reliving them?
Some days, yes, I say, Bring it at me, let it wash over me, others, I dread it more then ever before and long for Ron's interruptions.
I have a feeling.
Ron's going to leave soon, our lease ends soon.. he wants to leave the agony and despair, his two great friends call their lives.
I think he's going to leave us.. Can I handle that?
Will Hermione leave as well?
Will the three of us have to make our own ways? Apart from the other two?
Will we be separated for the first time in our nearly ten years of knowing each other?
Could I really handle that?
There my family, my constant companions through so many torturous adventures.
If Ron moves on, he right.
We do need to find our own ways.
We do need to be our own people.
We need to live our own lives... But I'm not ready to let go of them both.
I'm being selfish, I can lose one to a new home, still understanding I'll see him or her again.
But, I cannot lose both in quick succession, no, never, that would end badly for me.
If Ron leaves, the noise goes as well.. that could be a blessing and a curse.
A blessing.. Because maybe then I can come to terms with everything, and a curse.. Because the distractions would be gone.
Go ahead Ron, live a good life, your best friend is ready to start accepting what he had to do and what he lost.
Cheers to you, my great friend, and great luck...
Now I just have to put it into words outside of my brain.
We all need to move on, even if it's in five or ten years from now, however long it takes.
Even if it means the loss or gain of noise and hopefully not more screaming, unless it's in ecstasy, happiness or joy.
The noise of Ron and his way's to stay awake or combat the silence are leaving.
New noises will take their place, and I hope the noise will be positive, rather then negative.
The sound of speaking as opposed to the scraping of chairs after another dinner in silence