Hey! Here’s another one-shot that has been going through my head for some time. I’ve finally got it posted. Hope you like it!

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Facing the Truth

Dear Hermione and Ron,

I still remember the first time we met each other.

Ron, I remember talking to you about my so-called-family, which I’ve never done to anyone else before, even though whatever I said was minimal from what my childhood was really like.

Hermione, I guess the first time we met each other wasn’t the best to start off with. At first I thought you were a bossy know-it-all. You may be a know-it-all but in a good way. It’s what makes you; you. You’re the smartest witch of your age and I know you’ll go far. Whether I see you succeed or not.

I found it kind of ironic in fourth year, Ron, when you were jealous of me. Haven’t you noticed I have been jealous of you since the first time I met you? You have everything that I have ever dreamed of since I was little. You have a family- a mother that loves you and will comfort you whatever you are scared or lonely. You have a dad that tells you that you will grow up to be a great wizard... I’ve never had that, in fact I’ve had just the opposite.

It’s talking all my courage to say this but I don’t think that I could have survived all these last five years without you. They haven’t been the best for you either, having to tag along with me and getting into trouble and near death experiences. Maybe you would have been better with out me? But, I can’t say the same for myself.

I’d have to admit that I’ve noticed a difference between us three in the past few months we’ve started school. Maybe, you’re just sick of me. But, I think it’s also your new found romance with each other. Why didn’t you tell me? Did you think I was that thick? With all the comments about you being busy and not wanting to go to Hogsmeade with me, it hurt. And I secretly see you there holding hands. It hurt. I feel like a third wheel! Haven’t you heard the rude comments from Malfoy? The ones about us drifting apart-The ones about us not being ‘the famous trio’ anymore? Now were just Harry, Ron, and Hermione. All those comments are true. Haven’t you even noticed them? Malfoy knows what’s going on and he’s using it against us. Me.

I don’t mind your new relationship. I’m happy for you, really. I probably knew it was going to happen before you guys even knew it yourselves. But now I have no one to confide in, even though what ever I say to you may not think is telling you enough .It’s a lot for me. I’m not use to showing my emotions. I don’t think I ever will be.

This year when I had to go back to Grimmauld place you knew it was hard for me. That had been Sirius’s old house. When I got there no one said anything to me, they were all too busy. Of course, I got the normal hug from Mrs. Weasley, but, I couldn’t find you guys anywhere. I secretly found you snogging in the attic. I never said anything. It wasn’t my place. Or maybe I was too depressed to utter a single word. Not depressed that you were going out but that I had to find out on my own. My two best friends had a secret they hadn’t told me! You always told me never to keep my secrets and now look at you! You never did say hi to me, until dinner that is.

All this ranting must have made you hate me more. I had to let it out. Like everyone tells me, “Harry you shouldn’t keep your emotions bottled up all the time or your going to explode.” Maybe that’s true, maybe someday I will break. But for now this letter is enough.

Your friend,

Harry

Harry lay his head down on his pillow in exhaustion, he had been sulking in here since Ron and Hermione had told him earlier that they were ‘too busy’ to go to Hogsmeade with him, even though he secretly knew they were going there without him. For some odd reason the whole Ron and Hermione relationship had really depressed today. He had come up here in a really bad mood and had written the letter, without even really thinking about it. He didn’t intend to give it to them; they didn’t need to know how he really felt. It was just good to put his feelings somewhere even if it was on a piece of parchment. With this thought he felt into a restless sleep, quill still in hand.

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“Ronald!” scolded Hermione as they both made their way into the common room.

“What?” asked Ron as a silly smirk formed across his mouth.

“You can’t be trying to kiss me while were entering the common room! What if Harry was in there? You don’t want him finding out? Honestly!” reminded Hermione as they closed the common room door behind them.

“Oh. Sorry!”

Hermione glanced across the room, her eyes frantically searching for a certain black-haired boy, “Where do you think he is?” inquired Hermione as they neared the couches, hoping for any signs of him.

“Maybe he’s upstairs? Before we left that’s where I saw him heading,” mentioned Ron as he glanced up the boy’s staircase making sure Harry wasn’t coming down the stairs at that very moment.

“Should we go check?” asked Hermione as she started walking towards the boy’s staircase debating whether to go up and check on Harry or not.

“Yeah, wouldn’t hurt.”

They quietly arrived in the dormitory and both spotted Harry easily. He looked to be sound asleep for once, on his four poster bed.

Hermione started to laugh when she neared Harry, “How adorable. It looks like he fell asleep doing some essay!”

“Probably Potions,” muttered Ron quietly, so Hermione wouldn’t hear.

Hermione laugh diminished suddenly, “Merlin!” she whispered as she picked up the piece of parchment and started to read it.

“What? What is it?” inquired Ron, wanting to know what Harry had been writing.

When she didn’t respond Ron looked over her shoulder, starting to read what her eyes were frantically going over.

“Did Harry write this?” questioned Ron in disbelief; he didn’t know his friend as felt all these things without telling them.

“Yes,” admitted Hermione sadly it felt like part of her heart had been taken out. Why didn’t Harry tell us he knew? Why didn’t he tell us that he felt we were drifting apart? She thought sadly to herself.

They were both too caught up in the letter to notice Harry roll over in his sleep; this movement causing his bottle of ink to fall off his bed to the floor with a loud crash.

Ron and Hermione jumped, looking around at what the source of the noise had been. They saw Harry, shoot up from his bed looking terrified, having no idea what had just woken him up.

“Ron? Mione? What are you doing up here?” he asked sleepily, as he slowly sat up in his bed.

“Oh, we just came up here to see where you were,” stated Hermione as she quickly tried to hide the piece of parchment from Harry, but was to slow before he caught her actions.

“What is that?” wondered Harry out loud as he tried to see what Hermione was trying to hid behind her back.

“Oh, this? I-It’s nothing, really. Ron and I will just go and let you take your nap, okay!” replied Hermione quickly as she started to descent out of the room.

Before Hermione could start to leave, Harry quickly registered what was in her hand and his Seeker reflexes allowed him to yank it out of her hand with no problem.

“How could you?” asked Harry now fully awake, glancing down at his letter.

Hermione glanced at Ron having no idea what to do in this situation and glancing at Harry’s hurt face.

“Well you se, Harry,” started Hermione as she went to sit down on Harry’s bed. “We came in here looking for you and well you had fallen asleep. We thought this was an essay. But, then we noticed it had our names on it. I didn’t think you wouldn’t want us to read it. We’re so sorry, but Harry, we didn’t know you felt this way. Why didn’t you tell us?” pleaded Hermione.

“It’s not important. This letter was never meant for you to see. I-I just wrote this stuff down to get it off my chest. None of this-” said Harry angrily as he tore up the letter in to tiny pieces, “is important. Just forget it. Forget everything I wrote. We can all be back to normal now,” resigned Harry.

Hermione’s eyes filled up with tears and Ron’s face had turned an unnatural white color. They both couldn’t believe their best friend had felt this way and never told them.

“Harry, mate. We should have told you sooner. It was our mistake. We’re sorry” sighed Ron as he went to sit down onto Harry’s bed, next to Hermione.

“Haven’t I told you? It doesn’t matter!” demanded Harry as he got up from his bed and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him clearly embarrassed.

Hermione got up giving a desperate glance at Ron, who just shrugged his shoulder having no idea what to do.

“Harry? Wait! Please let’s talk about this,” asked Hermione, hoping her friend was okay.

A few minutes later she heard a quiet, strained voice reply, “I’m fine Hermione.”

Hermione’s eyes filled up with tears again and not being able to control them they began spilling down her cheeks. What have Ron and I done? How could I have been so selfish? She thought to herself.

“Harry, come out and talk to us,” asked Ron hopefully a few minutes later.

They heard some movement in the bathroom and hoped that Harry was unlocking the door, but they were wrong. Harry had just leaned against the bathroom door, resigned to stay in the bathroom until they left him alone.

“I-I can’t. There’s nothing to say. The letter was stupid. I’ve just made everything worse by making you guys feel guilty," replied Harry in such a guilty voice it made Hermione’s heart break.

“Harry what’s wrong with expressing how you feel? We aren’t mad at you at all. We’re just upset with ourselves for not noticing the changes in our friendship,” said Hermione, now freely crying.

“I-I just. When I was little I had no one to talk to and now that I’ve known you for five years I was use to confiding to you guys. Now, this year when you guys started to not talk to me as much. It just hurt to have no one to talk too. I don’t want to go back to what it was like when I was little. I hated it then. I always felt so lonely and I hope that never happens again,” responded Harry in a strained voice.

Hermione knew Harry was trying to not cry from the sound of strain in his voice. She sighed to herself. Harry had never said that much about his childhood to them before. The only thing they knew was that the Dursley’s hated him and that he had lived in a cupboard.

She glanced at Ron whose face was now paler than before they had started this conversation, before she could ask him if he was okay he started speaking to Harry in a rushed tone, “Merlin Harry! I’m so stupid. I’ve been jealous of you since the day I met you, but I never looked at the details. I just was jealous of the fact that you were ‘the Boy-Who-Lived’. I’m sorry.”

A few minutes later, the door opened to the bathroom and Harry stepped out. His face was blotchy red and his eyes where bloodshot anyone could tell that he had been crying. It looked like he had tried to wipe the evidence of tears away but it hadn’t helped.

“It’s okay. I-I just really don’t want to loose you guys. You guys are my-everything, no matter how cheesy that sounds,” finished Harry, with a sigh as he looked down at the ground not wanting to meet his friends faces.

“You won’t loose us Harry! No matter what happens. We’ll always be ‘the famous trio’ no matter what Malfoy says!” said Hermione with a smile, while lifting Harry’s head up with her finger to meet her eyes.

“Yeah, mate. You’ll always be a Weasley even if you don’t have red hair,” said Ron in a tone that no one would argue with.

“Promise me that we’ll always stick together,” asked Harry as he glanced at Ron and Hermione, fearfully awaiting the answer.

“Promise!” said Ron and Hermione at the same time, while stepping forward and pulling Harry into a hug.

“Thanks guys. Really, I couldn’t have gone this far without you,” said Harry truthfully, while hugging them back.

“We know Harry-we know,” replied Hermione, not wanting to let go of the hug they were all in.

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