"If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, Harry, it is love."
Albus Dumbledore was right of course; Voldemort doesn't understand love, but then who does? Is there anyone in the world who can explain love? The greatest philosopher, the wisest monk, even Albus Dumbledore himself does not truly understand the power of love. When do you pass that line between best friends and something more? They say there is a fine line between love and hate. There is an even finer one between friends and lovers.
Harry was swimming through the deep waters of the lake. Grindylows were following at a distance and Merpeople were swimming around watching him. As he swam forward he saw one person floating motionless in the water tied to a rock. His best friend Ron Weasley was pale and looked dead. Harry reached his best friend as quickly as possible, but the Merpeople made it difficult for him to untie the rope because they kept stabbing him with their spears.
"He is not your hostage!" They hissed.
"He's the only one and my best friend!" Harry replied struggling with the rope.
He managed to free Ron and pulled him up, towards the surface. Ron was so heavy though that Harry could feel himself being pulled back down. When his head finally broke the surface he gulped down a great lungful of air. Ron was next to him, spluttering and looking slightly shocked.
"Harry." The read head swam towards his best friend. The hugged, wet and upset.
"I didn't think you were going to find me." Sniffed Ron.
"Neither did I." Harry gulped.
Harry woke with a start. That was the third time in as many nights that he'd had that dream. He reached over to his bedside table and picked up his glasses. Putting them on he sat up and threw his legs out of bed. It was still dark but Harry knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. He crept down to the common room in his check pyjamas and bare feet and sat in one of the armchairs beside the now dead fire. He didn't understand hat the dream meant or why he was having it so often, but it was starting to annoy him. He hadn't told Ron or Hermione yet, but he thought about confiding in one or both. As he stared into the ashes where the fire he heard a rustle from the dormitory stairs. He looked round and saw Ron walking towards him.
"Oh, hello." Ron muttered, glancing up and seeing Harry. "I didn't realise you were down here."
"Couldn't sleep." Muttered Harry, glowing ever so slightly pink. Ron sat in the armchair opposite.
"Me neither. Had a bad dream." Ron replied, too sleepy to notice Harry's flushed cheeks.
"Got Potions this afternoon." Mumbled Harry glumly, changing the subject. Ron groaned.
"Great. My day's already been ruined and I've only been awake five minutes." Harry smiled at his best friend's moan.
"What are you smiling at?" Ron asked frowning, though he was struggling not to laugh himself. He knew how funny he sounded.
"You, you great big dope." Harry replied laughing. "Potions isn't that bad today. We're making the Blubber Blend, at least Snape can't poison us."
"He'll still try." Ron watched as Harry laughed at his joke.
"Well, we can go to Hogsmeade tomorrow." Harry chuckled. The laughter trailed off. Harry hadn't been in Hogsmeade since Sirius died. Harry glanced over at Ron who still had deep welts up and down his arms where the brains had latched on to him in the department of mysteries.
"Sorry, about…" Harry didn't finish his sentence, just gestured at the marks that remained on Ron.
"It's not your fault. It was me who was desperate to come with you." Ron replied self- consciously pulling his sleeves down.
"No, it was my fault. If you weren't my best friend then you wouldn't have had to come face to face with Voldemort." Ron winced slightly at the name.
"I'll be your best friend no matter what." Ron said defiantly. "Even if you wanted me to jump off a cliff with you, I'd do it. I'd follow you to the ends of the earth."
"Yeah, listen Ron. That was very touching and all, but if you could stop me jumping off a cliff rather than following that would be great." Harry smiled sadly.
"C'mon, we should go and get dressed. We can play in the snow before breakfast." Ron suggested.
"Ok." Harry got up and walked towards the dormitory stairs. When he got there he paused and turned to Ron. "Did you know you're wearing Neville's socks?"
"Ah," Ron looked down. "I wondered why they didn't fit very well."
The two boys laughed, their hands over their mouths to try and keep quiet as the walked up to the dormitory.