always add three (except sometimes not).
Harry, Ron and Hermione. Ron / Hermione UST.
, a birthday gift a little late.
ff.net I wanted to give you something, the truth, but always gives me something to write something for the people who know what makes a million times better. But anyway, you're always saying there are not enough fics about the friendship of the trio, and I had this on my computer started some time and I said "why not?" .
It is a wonder, does not convince me the end, I feel heavy in some parts and the trouble is not beteado, but still I hope that I have cariñoy even a little closer to what we wanted ; as read.
Two and one always add three (except sometimes not).
De Lyneth to musguito
One
the afternoon found a clearing on the outskirts of a small town, "Harry does not remember his name, but think it is something like 'Penstown' or 'Petsburg', and once more up camp. Ron and Hermione leave just end to secure the place and Harry is left alone, picking up fallen twigs floor under the guise of building a fire then, but not more than one way to entertain and avoid going crazy while you wait.
is a little sad. He and the landscape. An endless field with some bushes another tree sticking out from time to time and soil do not quite decide between otoñoy winter, cutting grass-stained white sheets wet and dry, tired and sun spots and wrinkled old wood ago "Crish, crack crash underfoot.
Things seem a little forced, a little more tired than usual, but probably only for the Horcrux hanging from his neck at the time because for weeks everything is equal. Always arguing, always try, always choose a place to go but think there is hope-and yet, at heart always have and always come back with empty hands. It appears that, somewhere and are quick to separate as if touching only further increase its frustracióny everyone is on their side to accomplish a task. Harry
carp weapon. Hermione walks in circles around them and recites in a monotone each defensive spell you have learned and probably never will forget. And Ron just stays there. Almost always with his hands in his pockets, head down, all the time with the vacant eyes and neutral it impossible for Harry to know what you think at that time. Maybe in your family or in your stomach, deep and festering wound that may never stop marking his arm, in the unfortunate day when a friend chose to be a hero or simply fucked how much has been made for muddy shoes.
Sometimes, almost as an end, momentarily out of his autism to say something. This time is:
- At the end you were right. Again - as if it were his fault that years ago Voldemort had not decided to leave part of his soul in a forgotten Muggle orphanage.
- Yes .- Again as if to know he would not need more than a little common sense. Hermione
invariably appears seconds later. After which, it is not known, but always second despuésy always covered her hair tousled and ordering Ready, Ron and I now look for something to eat. And Harry always thinks of protest that, is not the same as anyone out, if anyway has an invisibility cloak? But still, never protest. Let them go, a forward trying not to wake the sleeping enemy and the other behind deleting your feet leave footprints in the first snow of winter.
As has nothing better to do, Harry stacks darker and twigs and think When they return, will be fighting insurance because that's what they always do when they come back half an hour after one hour then just entering the field that protects and even before appearing before their eyes visible. Invariably, it immediately begins the usual ebb and flow of sentences and heated arguments, bumps and retruco, the seriously, Ronald and Let already Hermione and the rest of his game, and Harry wondered how they make to appear already in that state when it supposed to come on tour the field in deep silence and secrecy. Still, you wonder. Sometimes he even relieved, even extrañoy out of character as it may seem.
There was a time-past, remote, almost as if it never existed-in which saw them go into the common room in the middle of one of its arguments and thought Again, what heavy, but that was long ago, while still in school and his friends were Ely same unchanging and indivisible thing called Harryronyhermione. why Harry can not avoid being surprised that, after all, after all, still have the energy to maintain the old custom of bugs and upset and apologize, just like when they were children years. Have changed and grown and seen much, much more than the kids his age should see and yet they were able to keep that part of themselves throughout. Harry is sure that Hogwarts then misses the sound of their morning discussions.
He knows, however, that the other child's best friend Ron and Hermione is not much. The little that had survived years and years of being the hero Harry Potter has taken the war.
Some went with Cedric and the false Alastor Moody. The same left him the night he was wounded Mr. Weasley and thought it was his fault and part-big-huge left him with Sirius. The rest may Once you have been with Dumbledore, Snape or after or why not, with the old car that took the Dursleys and with them all memory of his life prior to the child who survived. What we know for sure is that by the time they left the Burrow, so when news of the Ministry and Dumbledore rumors began to arrive, and was long gone. And instead, it had been him.
What Hogwarts remember the passing of Harry Potter for their walls? Possibly his footsteps in the middle of the night, his walk and his gaze intangible worried invisible. The way we all see at the table saw the Great Hall, was always elsewhere, in a plan, in a battle in a conspiracy really, really far away. How there was always something that set him apart from the rest little by little became a mere spectator of life of ordinary people-that was discussing the work of elves in breakfast, "as he was only a shadow, always plotting what was to come. In
as sometimes forgot everything and laughed. And perhaps some escape furtive quick to play at being a teenager in a deserted corridor road to school. Start
evening. Already the voices of Ron and Hermione coming.
Two.
- Hermione?
- Ron.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm on call, remember? What are you doing here?
- I could not sleep. I thought it would good to get some fresh air.
- You should try again, early morning departure.
- I can not. I am completely fed up with the smell of pee in the store.
- Well, it's better than being out here.
- Changing.
- I'm on duty.
- Changing shifts. You are most useful at rest than me.
- Do not say that. I ... do not think I could sleep either.
- Ah. Sure. Do you do company?
- if you want.
- Yes
- Okay.
- Good. What were you doing?
- What did you think?
- Well, good. To avoid sleep're pretty cranky.
- Is this medallion. The Horcrux. It gets on my nerves.
- Give it to me.
- It's my turn to use.
- I really do not have to be so strict, you know? It is as if a teacher were to punish.
- both know that this thing is as bad for you than for me. Do not need you todo el tiempo protegiéndome.
- De acuerdo.
- Bien.
- ¿Hermione?
- ¿Qué?
- Lamento lo de hoy.
- ¿Qué cosa?
- Nuestra discusión. Sobre… las setas. No quise ser tan malagradecido. El hambre me hace decir estupideces.
- Ah. Eso. No te preocupes, yo… Lo había olvidado.
- Oh.
- Sí. Gracias.
- Está bien.
- ¿Ron?
- ¿Mhhhm?
- Nothing.
- What?
- Nothing, really. Just ... thought.
- Did you ever do not you?
- Now that's bad?
- for nothing. Only you.
- sleep also makes you say stupid?
- Apparently.
- Of course.
- You really do not tell me that bothers you? Much
.
Many doubts and insecurities but especially many certainties that make you skin chicken and make you feel that not even the air is light. For a second, are both silent for the first time, and Hermione realize that they have been talking in whispers.
- when we escaped from the den and went to Tothenhamm Court Road, to ... The cantina.
- What's with that?
- If we had ... If we had to kill those Death Eaters ... you, would you have done?
Silence.
cicadas can be heard in the background and Ron first stops and opens his mouth to reply, but then just turns to look at and extends a hand bigger, much bigger than yours "in front of her.
- Come on. You had put that shit for too long. Come on, give it me.
- Agreed.
nods and passes the shrine without protest. Again to be the silent without the forest and they barely noticed.
have been talking in whispers as they always found by chance at night. You need not do so because Harry is sleeping like a stone inside the tent and nothing outside their field of protection can listen, but so do, without knowing why, since they left behind their homes and began with that life. Maybe it's because they fear that if they raise the voice much everything becomes real.
A Hermione do not really care because he knows that the truth does not need to shout to know that they are. There, beside them, in the space that separates them and will always be too large, go two. Possibly more, but at least two: Ron just shut up and both are retained for God knows how, and shaking her little game altering its endless twists and turns.
always on the tip of the lips, but never enough.
Three.
Sunlight
surprises this morning curled up with the sheets thrown aside in the middle of the night. What surprised sticky, sweaty fríoy with the certainty that it will never again rest easy, even in dreams, or may never get rid of all the fears and insecurities that once thought it might ; to ignore the war. But above all, surprising since several days ago do not see the sun at dawn.
His mother ever taught him that things like a sunny day in the middle of harsh winter or a flock of birds flying south in V are omens of good luck, but when he gets up and raises its face outside the tent that day you think holds it all-literally anything-less fortunate. Not a cloud. The snow shines tired of your surroundings and a healthy bright light washes the bags and luggage, tents, mountain of branches that Harry always insists on stacking, but never used-and himself your bangs eternal his face thin and disproportionate nose and three hundred million freckles that cover it. And maybe it's just that he was never a morning person, but Ron is the sun seems to mock them.
is childish to think that just because now the world is messy and sucks every day should be cold and rainy. Not to be afforested. But it would help. Under the friendly warmth the weight of his actions seems more nasty, his temper more out of place and the world seems more secure when he knows well that is very, very far from it.
right, spring is about to arrive, but if nature is indeed a wise it could be that nobody in the mood for a picnic.
Harry is not. He took the coat and went to the nearby town began to grow light as to see if I could get some real food, or so says Hermione while looking anywhere but him.
- What did not you stop?
- did not seem willing to listen, "she says to heart. Also, look at the day it is, I'm sure there would be such a good atmosphere if there were Dementors nearby. Ron
says nothing more. Harry thinks that I walk out there half the world only when its neck is magical looking stupid, but does not say. He thinks that if the Dementors were his biggest problem would not be even half of gaunt and paranoid than they are now and that if he had been up and fucking four eyes had not been willing to listen, I would ; to actually stay to death. But like everything he says lately seems to be received as nonsense or a sample of negativism "as if it were possible to not be when you use the same jacket for months and your basic diet consists of roots, choose silent.
After all, when weighed again without an arm and half his face disfigured can always say "I told you." Or " And what happened to my sandwich?"
- Do not get angry. You know as bad passes and maybe you just needed not feel useless.
- Insurance. Back to
half-hour with empty hands, of course, and all bracing themselves for departure. Hermione is carrying them and choose the place: a hill not far from there. Almost always try to get as far as possible from its previous location, but when the evening begins to fall and with it the willingness of her friend Ron guess that just was not ready for them yet waste a sunny day , a.
By knowing look that tries to throw, Ron realizes Harry also realize it, but then, of course, he always realizes it. From the clues, the evidence of the best times to go and the best to stay and the feelings of the people. And then it feels useless.
Harry and Hermione feel useless is feeling useless. In other words, something completely stupid and senseless taking into account that in recent months when one did a brilliant plan to save the life I had the other when supplies were scarce and always managed to fix rsel and when the Spell always failed find new ones. And he was just ... there.
You see in the history books of the future.
Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the man who saved the magical world of his undoing.
Hermione Granger, his best friend, smart witch that ever trod the UK who provided invaluable assistance provided.
and Ronald Weasley. Who was also there.
- Ron? Are you listening?
- What?
- I'm calling for at least five minutes. Do not have long put the Horcrux?
- Maybe.
Harry and Hermione is silent throws half grimace of disapproval, but does not care. Are simply sick of such dedication. Of both heroism and nobility.
Neither could understand because they are the same: ready to drop everything for the mission entrusted to them, stoic, brave, very different from him. And not take it anymore.
- Can not we just leave it to one side for a while?
His friends regard him as if he had suddenly begun to talk of Blibbers Wonderful.
- I speak, Ron. We can not risk losing it.
- Vamos! It is as if this thing had legs, or something. We just keep an eye on ...
- Ron ... - Hermione begins.
- A food-imposed. I just want a meal in peace, is too much to ask?
There are a few seconds of silence, in which the two exchanged glances. Then Harry nods without conviction
One, two, three.
can never tell who started it. When we discussed the next day, the three little uncomfortable and a little cold for having fallen asleep outside the store-all at the same time, against everything that had ever agreed-no no idea how they got it.
Perhaps that started it all was Hermione, his idea of a bonfire (No one will see it, anyway, and better light that of the rods) or maybe it was Harry, a nervous habit of banging his knees. Or, why not Ron's fault that all the time threw a handful of leaves into the flames to make them crack.
All I know is that for a moment the three were sitting by the impromptu fire, separated, each lost in his own thoughts without speaking as the three strangers who may be now that the war had ; to brought out the worst. And the next, dancing in circles to the rhythm of "Odo the Hero."
Someone, perhaps, began to hum under his breath without realizing it and maybe someone really follow him without paying attention, perhaps in rhythm with one foot. Perhaps some have noticed and begun to sing, just miraculous that no-longer silent, and this might have brought to others from their slumber, a little, slowly joined the chorus, almost whispering . The rest may have been momentum carried away and hitting someone stronger the beats, someone taking the small hand of another person at the beginning of the chorus, standing in one hop. There they raised their voices, for sure, and perhaps the first cry of tune all noticed and did not care.
- In his hometown, Odo repooooooosa Ron exclaimed, turning on itself.
- On a bed of moss! "Harry continued, gesturing exaggeratedly before Hermione pushed him:
- Because there was no coooooooosa!
screamed and ran and celebrated the choruses with guttural exclamations, they stumbled over his own feet, and took arms and danced without leaving even a second to repeat his merry litany. They laughed, as once in the cool evenings at the Burrow, as on rainy nights around the campfire of the common room, as if there were time and only them.
By day's end, it was. Only them.
- Because eeeeees Odo the Hero! - Celebrated in unison.
And the song was, and when Odo made his triumphal entry into the land of giants, and they seemed to have fought the battle, and sweat-stained ash and earth rolling and laughing and drop, and they drop. Young animals, guided by a magical and primitive instinct that maybe, just out of friendship.
Only they, Ron, Hermione and Harry, hiding fugitives and a future that would be the most uncertain if they were because they would be together, no matter what happened. The freckled redhead insanely high, all-knowing which will undo the braid and cuatrojos, the scrawny little thing, which is a household name there, at some distant time and place.
And nobody could see, and nobody could hear, but who could have been convinced, at that moment and forever, that the war was won. That while there was somewhere in the world three friends able to laugh together would remain eternal youth, and there was no way they could lose. End
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