Bro Hymn

To my best friend,
Present past and beyond
Even though you weren't with us too long
your life is the most precious thing that we could lose

The war was inevitable. We all knew it. Voldemort had gained back his power during our 7^th year and Ron, Hermione and I lead the rebels. Ginny had already been killed, along with Neville and most all the others. I don't know where Hermione is but I never, in my most far-fetched thoughts thought this would happen. Here I am, in the middle of some empty valley and my best friend is dying. Some death eater cursed Ron with a slow acting, painful death spell. He was slowly fading here on the ground next to me and I don't know what to say. He has always been here with me, but now it seems like nine years just isn't enough to spend with my best friend ever. Hermione's as well.

While you were here the fun was never-ending
Laugh a minute only the beginning
Ron (my friend)
this one's for you

Ron was always fun to be around. Whenever I was down, or scared, he cheered me up.

Ever get the feeling you can't go on
Just remember whose side it is that you're on
You've got friends with you till the end

Ron's breathing was becoming labored and his face was getting paler with every passing minute, making an eerie contrast with his vibrant red hair. I could tell he didn't want to hang on, but every fiber in me hoped and prayed that some miracle would occur or maybe my mere presence would help him stay alive. He looked at me with a pained and tired expression, no room left for words. Ron gave the slightest hint of smile on his blue lips, letting me know he was glad I found him. I was glad as well, if I could be with anyone as they ended their life here, it would be Ron. He was always there for me; I owed my best friend one last hurrah.

If you're ever in a tough situation, we'll be there with no hesitation
Brotherhood's our rule that cannot bend

Ron, Hermione and I made a pact in our 7^th year at Hogwarts, just as Voldemort was gaining power again. We promised each other that in all circumstances and situations we would be friends, brothers and sister, the dream team, the Gryffindor 3, trio, what have you. We would never abandon each other no matter what's at stake. We were too important to each other in our lives.

When you're feeling too close to the bottom
you know who it is you can count on
someone will pick you up again

This pact was put to the test not too long ago. After Ginny was killed, Ron spiraled into dangerous alcohol and substance abuse, along with a tremendous depression. I didn't blame him or shun him. He was grieving. So were the rest of us. I let it slide for a while; I figured he just needed some relief from all his sorrow. But soon a drink a day progressed to a few, then one an hour and so forth. Then constant drinking wasn't quite enough escape for Ron. I found out he had been dabbling into drugs. By this time, he was addicted to cocaine. Only Hermione and I knew - and we finally interfered to save our friend. Ron was put into rehab and has been sober ever since. Our bonds are made of something stronger than that can be found on this earth.

We can conquer anything together
all of us are bonded forever

Ron was now breathing in sparse and sporadic gasps. His eyes looked hollow and mournful, no longer kindling the flames of life. He clutched his chest with one hand, and my shoulder the other. He looked me in the eyes, which suddenly didn't look so far away, and said to me "Harry...Thank you...try to stay the boy who lived...Hermione-" he could speak no longer. Ron glanced at something above my head, let out a last breath and died. His eyes slowly closing, his blood running cold and I crumpled over him - crying so violently I broke my glasses. My best friend was gone forever. Never to come back. Never again would he tell a corny joke, never again would I spot that flaming red hair out of a crowd, never again would I hear Hermione and him bicker over stupid little things, never again would I hear him complain about his family's financial situation, never again would I ever enjoy those subtle, sometimes annoying things that made Ron Weasley not just another Weasley - but my one ever faithful companion.

If you die I die that's the way it is