"Everything's going to change, isn't it?"
"Harry, we're going with you." Ron said, grabbing a hold of his best friend's arm and staring at him fiercely. Harry began to protest, but Ron cut him off, "We're going with you, no matter what you say."
"Ron's right, Harry." Hermione stepped in, putting a hand on Harry's other shoulder, "We've been through too much together to let you do this alone. We're all in this together."
"No!" Harry shouted suddenly, wrenching both their hands off of him, "No! This is my problem, and I have to deal with this alone—"
"No, Harry." Ron said fiercely, "Because you're not alone anymore. You've got us, and we'll always be here."
"Everything's going to change, isn't it?"
"We love you, Harry." Hermione said, grabbing both of his hands. "So we're doing this together."
"We might never see each other again." Harry replied helplessly, "I don't know what's going to happen."
"We'll see each other again one day, Harry." Ron replied, "We're all in this together now, and nothing can separate us, you know that."
Harry nodded his head, and the three best friends hugged one final time.
"Everything's going to change, isn't it?"
The battle was over, and the wizarding world celebrated. Amidst the cheers of triumph, Harry Potter sat under the giant oak tree his father and friends had sat under in happier times, and silently promised his best friends that he would indeed see them again one day. He could almost hear them agree.