The Fellowship

"Harry, war is not a time for dreams."

Harry blinked his tears out of his tears and wiped them before Draco could see it. "I think it's time to find my old gang."

"What do you mean?"

"I need to start a gang myself temporarily, because I don't have enough support from the Order yet, but I do have some friends who would help me."

It's been a while since Harry has seen Ron. Harry had no reason to see him and Ron hadn't exactly tried to look for Harry either.

There was a jumble rhythmic sound of food magically cooking itself inside the Burrow. Harry knocked on the door of the Burrow. Almost immediately there was a cacophony of pots dropping on the floor.

"Who is it?"

"Ron, drop your wand, it's your old friend Harry."

"Nice try Deatheater, Harry hasn't come looking for me for the last three years."

"Two years, eleven months, twenty six days and …" Harry fumbled for his pocket watch. " … seventeen hours, four minutes and exactly two seconds."

There was a shuffle of locks and chains on the other side of the door until the door just fell off its hinges barely missing Harry's foot by less than half an inch. Ron was not to be seen.

Harry stepped into the house and leaped up and grabbed Ron by the scruff of his shirt from the ceiling and threw him flat on the ground.

"You need to learn some new tricks mate." Harry said.

"How did you know I was up there?" Ron asked.

"The ribbons off your apron were hanging down."

Ron was wearing what Dobby would be seen wearing when he was still working in Hogwarts, an odd arrangement of clothing. He was wearing a grey shirt with a white and red striped tie and black pants, black trousers and a pink apron, which Molly used to wear when she was still around.

"I suppose this is how you treat friends. Isn't that right Mr Potter?"

"What," Harry asked inquisitively. "Are you still mad at me from our last argument?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Ron had every right to be angry at Harry for what he said to him on the last day of school …

"C'mon Harry get off your damn couch and do something. Give me a duel."

Harry snorted.

"What was that?"

Harry looked away and remained expressionless.

"C'mon, what did that snort mean, huh, you don't think I'm a good duellist, do you."

"Ron, you don't stand a chance against the Deatheaters. You're a joke."

"Oh yeah!" Ron was mad now. "Get up and prove it."

In a little less than a minute, Ron was hiding in a corner dousing the fire set on his head and robes. Harry gently laid his wand on Ron's shoulder's signifying his victory. Ron pushed the wand off his shoulders.

"You think you're too good for me don't you!"

"Yes … and no. Given the fact that you're a terrible fighter, which neither you nor I could deny, yes, I am too good for you to beat. But just like a fire can warm, a flame could destroy you can be of great help if you were put to good use."

"What does that make me … some sort of tool?"

"Look-"

"No, you look." Ron pointed his finger furiously at Harry, "I'll be a great wizard one day and I'll be counting the seconds until that very day you crawl on your knees, begging for my help."

…

After that night, neither of them has seen each other since.

"This isn't the way I intended to meet." Ron said with frustration. "I was supposed to be great."

"Ron, greatness was not intended for every man."

"A little funny coming from you, you became great without even trying and don't give me that crap about not wanting your parents dead for greatness and be another Hermione and be smart about things. I'm a Weasley, we take things simply."

"And I agree. Simplicity is great."

"But it's not greatness."

Harry sighed. "Look, greatness comes in many forms. You could be greatly intelligent, greatly courageous or great as a friend. They are all forms of greatness. Simplicity is also greatness as well. Not everyone notices it, but not everyone can live simply."

Ron did not look at Harry, but he could see what Harry was saying is true. In the last few years he has heard of many stories of betrayal, jealousy, fights, battles and sorrow. Ron has always felt angry at the loss of his mother, but he never blamed Harry for what happened, because Harry is not just a friend, he's family.

Harry bent down onto his knees and crawled towards Ron.

"Ron, I'm begging you, I'm not just asking as your friend, but as a brother and a comrade in war. I beg you, please, I need your help."

Ron smirked and chuckled a little. "You know, the Order also begged me to join them too. But I turned them down. Do you know why?" Ron took a deep breathe, he sniffed and his voice became shaky. "Because I was afraid! Just like my mum. Remember how she was afraid of seeing either me or my siblings dead. We were both there when she freaked out by that Boggart in the drawing-room on my birthday. I was afraid to die." Ron's eyes began to water, "But now, I'm not afraid to die anymore, my life is now worth living. Because my best-friend is back by my side and once again I can pick up my wand and fight for what I believe anymore doubt."

There was a moment of silence, which was broken by a cough coming outside.

Draco was standing at the door way with his shadow cast across the door on the floor.

"Can I come in now?"

"Oh, I almost forgot." Harry stood up and began introducing. "Ron, this is my new partner, Draco Malfoy. I believe you two know each other … huh."

Even though they haven't met each other in years, nothing changed. Draco wore his old smirk and Ron narrowed his eyes angrily at the site of Draco. The only thing different is that Ron looked a little surprised.

"This will be a fabulous Fellowship, will it not Harry?" Draco jested.

"Fellowship?" Ron inquired.

"The Fellowship Of Radical Conjuror's Empire. I'm starting my own gang, Ron. Wanna join me?"