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Chapter 2: What if this is the last?

I'm scared.
I'm worried.
I'm frightened beyond anything I've ever felt.
What if I won't see her again?
What if this is the last time I speak with her?
What if this is the last time I will see her?
What if this was the last chance I had?
The world in which we live,
is dangerous and uncertain.
What if there is never again a moment for me?

Ron sat with the curtains around his bed pulled tightly closed. It was dark except for the little light his wand gave off. Ron looked over his long skinny writing at the poem he had created. It was simply his feelings poured on to a piece of parchment.

He couldn't sleep and knew it was after midnight. He also knew that his best friend in the bed next to his wasn't asleep either. Both were worrying about what tomorrow would bring. Although he was sure Harry was more sure about it.

Tomorrow they would leave Hogwarts perhaps forever. Tomorrow they would go home but not to stay. It was simply as stop to pick up few things and say goodbye. Tomorrow was the beginning of what would happen. From there they would see their destiny. Tomorrow very well could be the beginning of his end.

Ron shook his head. He didn't even want to think about what tomorrow would bring. Right now he just wanted to get all his rampant thoughts and feelings out of his head so he could rest. For he was sure that soon there might be a time when he might not get to sleep, let alone rest for a moment.

Ron sighed and extinguished his wand. He slipped his head out of the curtain and say that there was light coming from Harry's closed curtains.

"Probably planning our upcoming adventures." Ron muttered as he pulled open the drawer to his night stand. He threw in his quill and parchment and then slipped back into the darkness of his canopy bed. He rolled over on to his stomach, sliding his wand under his pillow. He knew that in the days to follow, his wand would hardly ever leave his hand. There was a lot that was going to happen to him between now and the next time (if ever) he slept in this canopy bed.

Ron squeezed the pillow to fluff it then settled in to rest his eyes and daydream. He knew he would get no sleep tonight. And neither would Harry. Not after what had happened earlier.