Two of Us

Harry woke up early Saturday morning to the worst stomachache in the world. Absentmindedly he rolled over and fell to the floor. He jumped up quickly feeling embarrassed, even though there was no one there to see him. After doing his morning duties he went back to his room.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought I cant do this all weekend.

So, he went to the phone again and called his best friend Ron Weasley.

"Hello."

"Hello this is Harry, who's this."

"Oh hey Harry it's George. You want me to get Ron for you."

"Yeah but hang on. How's everything going over there? Everything's good?"

"Yeah Harry we're all fine. How are you doin'?"

"Great, put Ron on the phone."

About half a minute later Ron's voice came onto the phone.

"Hey, Harry how was your birthday? I didn't get a chance to call, Errol's really sick and Pig is out. I got you a present though. I doubt the Dursley's gave you anything."

"Well, actually Ron they did get me something. They left me alone for the weekend. Listen can you come over maybe-"

Just then some maniac with a bag wrestled Harry to the ground. Harry threw the stranger off and realized it was just Ron

"I love apparating. Hey Harry. Nice place you got here."

Harry picked himself up from the ground and smiled.

"Hey Ron! Do your parents know you're here?"

"I'm not stupid you know!"

Harry gave him a questionable look.

"I'll be right back" said Ron.

"Check this out," Ron said, entering Harry's bedroom.

"Just a sec," said Harry from his bathroom.

"Dad got it for me. He said it would be good for me. I've been learning since school got out. Mind you I've gotten REALLY good."

"Ron, what are you-" asked Harry coming out of the bathroom. Ron turned around at the sound of Harry's voice.

"That's a- that's a-"

"It's a guitar Harry…-"

"I know what it is!" he paused, "hang on a minute."

Harry went out the door and came running back with 'his own' guitar.

Ron stared at him with his mouth wide open

"You have one too!"

"Come on."

Harry led the way to have a sit on his bed.

"What do you got?" he asked. Ron began to a few chords, and Harry jumped in. Both boys played and laughed for hours, like true friends.

"Hey," said Harry. "it's raining."

Ron got up and set his guitar down and went over to the window. Harry turned to him and gave him a sly grin.

"You have a raincoat?"

Within five minutes both boys were outside wrestling each other to the ground.

"You know what Harry?"

"What?"

"You're really good, on guitar I mean."

"Really? Thanks. You're really good too."

"Yeah, so…you uh…-"

"What?"

"You wanna start a band?"

"What?!"

"Stupid idea I know-"

"Ron, it's a great idea!"

"It is?"

"Yeah."

"GREAT! Its settled then."

They began to walk around the block, but right before the made a turn Ron stopped.

"What?"

"Harry, there's only two of us. Whoever heard of a two man band?"

"We could be a duet!"

"Harry" said Ron, giving Harry a 'be realistic' look. They started to walk again.

"Okay, okay."

They walked a little further, and stopped again when Harry put his hand out.

"Wait! I know a guy."

"You do? Great! Let's go get him"

Harry and Ron went to get the third member of their band. They pushed one another, they laughed and joked until-

"Look", said Harry.

"What?"

"It's Piers, one of Dudley' friends."

Indeed it was. They looked across the street and saw a lanky looking boy pushing another boy into a puddle.

Proof that Harry and Ron have known each other for too long, they took out there wands at the same time.

"You first," said Ron.

Harry gave another evil grin. He pointed his wand at Piers and he fell right into the biggest puddle of all. Harry and Ron couldn't help but laugh out loud. Now it was Ron's turn. He pointed his wand and Piers' pants came right off. They fell to the ground as Piers ran home.

The boy whom Piers was harassing stood up and looked around. Spotting Harry, he ran over to him.

"Thanks, Harry!"

Harry looked up with tears in his eyes and saw the man he was looking for.

"Colin? That was you?"

"Yeah and if you didn't come and help me I would've drowned."

Harry took a better look at Colin and noticed his face and torso were drenched with water.

"You're welcome Creevey." said Harry in a joyful tone.

Ron couldn't understand what was going on.

"Harry, what-"

"Ron, I believe you know my good friend Colin."

Colin smiled politely and waved. Ron looked as though a spider had started waving at him.

"Hey, still got your guitar right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Go get it and meet me at my place, we're going out."

"Okay see ya in a bit Harry." and with that Colin ran home. Harry looked at Ron's confused face and said-

"Don't ask questions. He moved here in the beginning of the summer. He bugged me for a month before I actually got to know him."

Ron looked as though he was thinking over Harry's words. He gave a smile and shrugged."

"If he's ok with you, he okay with me."

"Great! Now Let's go."

Two of us riding nowhere spending someone's hard earned pay

You and me Sunday driving

Not arriving on our way back home

We're on our way back home

We're on our way home

We're going home

Two of us sending postcards writing letters on my wall

You and me burning matches lifting latches on our way back home

We're on our way back home

We're on our way home

We're going home

You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead

Two of us wearing raincoats standing solo in the sun

You and me chasing paper getting nowhere on our way back home

We're on our way back home

We're on our way home

We're going home

You and I have memories longer that that road that stretches out ahead

Two of us wearing raincoats standing solo in the sun

You and me chasing paper getting nowhere on our way back home

We're on our way back home

We're on our way home

We're going home

We're going home