A little oneshot I wrote for english class last year and forgot about until now... hope you like it! PLEASE R/R!

Harry, Ron and me. That's how it's always been. We've faced snakes and wizards, balls and dark lords, dementors and werewolves. We've weathered relationships and envy, prejudice and poverty. We raised each other. We can't be whole unless there are three of us, and if Harry finds somewhere we can't follow, we'll hold each other, Ron and I, and wait eternity for him. We'll be there at the end to take him home and heal him. We're like a small bouquet of roses, bound together by the unbreakable twine of life. The Gryffindor trio sticks together, and when Harry came to us, solemn faced and ready to say his farewells, we didn't even let him speak.

"We're going with you, Harry, and you can't stop us. We'll be there for you, no matter who or what is in our way. Including you."

And when he protested, we took him aside and explained gently, "You make us who we are, and we won't be happy unless we follow you."

Then Ron smiled and said," I made my mistake two years ago, Harry, and while I might repeat mistakes in class, I won't be so stupid in life." He looked at me, as if to say, Now it's your turn to show him that we care. And I did.

"Harry, you are our everything. My life is yours and yours is mine. The same goes for Ron. We've failed you before and we might fail you again but it will never be because we chose to stay home and let you die." Harry smiled and I hugged him while Ron slapped him affectionately on the back and joked about stubborn best friends with tendencies for suicidal heroics. Harry grinned, but I could see the fear in his eyes. Fear for us, and none for himself. And I saw the moment his thoughts turned to Ginny, because regret flashed through those tormented emerald spheres, and his fading grin twisted bitterly.

He doesn't think he'll come back. But I know he will. He's the kind of person who survives. And we won't be the liability that causes his death. Being his family has made us strong too.

Because the thing about Harry is that he changes people, makes them grow up faster. I was a bookworm who feared expulsion more than death, and Ron was a dirty-nosed jealous brat. But now we see the important things, like friendship and love. We understand what's worth defending. I don't feel sad that I'm abandoning my last year of school, and Ron doesn't mind that the world will remember Harry Potter, the Chosen One who defeated Voldemort, but will forget the two friends who were with him through it all. We know what ideals we would give our lives for, and fame and prestige aren't among them. The ecstatic look on Ginny's face when her boy friend comes back, a happy relaxed Arthur Weasley, hugging his once again smiling Molly… those are moments truly worth sacrificing for. Harry taught us that, guiding us through life the way a master inspires his pupils. He made us understand how his parents could give their lives up for each other and for their son. From him we learned to see life clearly. He didn't teach us intentionally, of course, Harry never realizes how amazing he is. No, he showed us by being himself.

We had to be taught how to see the truth. The thing about Harry, though, is that that's all he sees.