The Friend That Was Famous

            I met him on the train. At first sight, he didn’t look so extraordinary. He was wearing oversized clothes; his glasses were held together with tape at the bridge, and his black hair was extremely tousled. But I heard Fred and George talking about him.

            We talked for a while on the train to Hogwarts. I, of course, knew everything about him. He was famous.

            We became very close. He was going to be my best friend. I was going to be friends with The Boy Who Lived. I couldn’t believe it.

            He was famous, so whenever people gathered around him, I was shunted away. I was used to it after a while. But when he was entered into the Triwizard Tournament, I was jealous. I was the second youngest in a family of seven children. It was stupid jealousy, and I got over it after the first task.

            We were friends through our time at Hogwarts. We kept being friends after school. But You-Know-Who was coming back into power. Both of us were scared.

            But that’s all over now. He came back and killed my best friend. The Boy Who Lived died.

            I, Ron Weasley, had lost him forever. Harry Potter had died.

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            A/N: Ok…So this has a rather depressing ending. It’s one of those stories where you don’t actually know the characters’ names until the end. But if you’ve read the books, you could’ve figured it out early on in the story. Sorry Harry fans. I kinda had to kill him off. That’s the way the story was going.