Harry Potter Oneshots

fifteen-ron/hermione/harry

ship: ron/hermione/harry

prompt: they received a letter which had only two words: he's alive

setting: the kitchen of ron and hermione's house

warning/tags:

category: sad at first but then fluff (isnt it always?)

words: 680

notes: currently having a panic attack so let's see if this comes out trash 😂

Hermione sat in the kitchen of the house she, Ron, and Harry had once shared. She sighed, picking at her food.

"What's wrong Love?" Ron asked, eating his own dinner.

"I miss him, Ron." She whispered.

They tried to avoid the subject of their best friend usually.

Ron took her hand in his. "Hey, hey. Don't worry, they'll find him. Kingsley's looking for him constantly."

She scoffed. "He's been gone for five years Ron. He's not coming back."

Ron was silent. He was always silent when Harry was brought up.

Finally, he spoke, so soft, it gave Hermione goosebumps. "Why'd he leave us?"

She sniffled. "I don't know, for once."

Harry and they had been living in this house -- his cologne and other things was to this day untouched, how he'd left it -- and one night he was gone. All left of him was a note telling him he loved them, and a few of his shirts. He had taken his wand and Invisibility Cloak.

Ron looked towards the window, as was tradition now. He never left a room without checking for Kingsley's owl.

This time, instead of a curse word and disappointed slouch, Ron jumped up, accidently jostling the table. "Ron--?" Hermione asked.

"Owl! A Ministry owl!" Ron gasped, fumbling with the window.

Hermione stayed where she was, refusing to believe it.

The owl flew through the window, and perched on the table. Ron hurriedly took the letter, and read it with shaky hands. "He's alive"

Hermione took it from him to read it herself.

"Ron," she said, aware he hadn't moved.

Ron hugged her suddenly. "He's alive, Hermione. He's alive!"

"He is, and I'm going to kill him as soon as I hug him."

Ron chuckled against her hair.

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The next day, there's a knock at their door.

Ron shouted, "Coming!"

Upon opening the door, he saw a black haired, green eyed man. "Get your arse in here, Harry."

Harry looked at him warily. When was he going to yell?

"Hermione, Harry's here!"

There was a squeak from the bedroom, and Hermione was hurtling into Harry, who still stood at the door.

As soon as she let go, she shoved him angrily, though she was smiling tearfully. "Why did you leave?"

He sighed, and gnawed on his bottom lip. "I..."

Ron gruffly told him to sit. "This is still your home, you know. Least sit."

Harry nodded, and sat on the sofa. "I love you both, I never stopped."

"You don't leave people if you love them." Hermione disagreed. "What could we have possibly done?"

"Nothing!" Harry promised. "I guess I should start by telling you where I went. I left the country."

"What?" Ron exclaimed.

Harry nodded. "Um, yeah. I went to America for a couple years. I was trying to...to forget, I guess."

"Forget us?" Hermione asked softly.

Harry shook his head, and took her hand hesitantly. "Never. But I couldn't be here. And I thought if I just, left, it would be easier on us all. So we wouldn't have to say goodbye, and you two could live the lives you're meant to. Together."

"Harry, I lo--" Ron swallowed. "You can't just up and leave."

Harry didn't miss the slip. "I know, but you two were meant--"

"You're part of us, whether you like it or not. We want you to be with us. We'll always be a trio." Hermione said.

Harry watched them, and softly asked. "Are you willing to take me back?"

Ron let out a laugh. "We've been waiting for you to come back for five bloody years! You really think we'd have waited if we weren't? We adore you, Harry, but you're an idiot."

Hermione shook her head. "You look tired. What have you been up to?"

"A lot," Harry told her. "I'm kind of tired, mind if I?"

Ron pulled him up, and showed him to their room. "Get comfortable Mate, we're not letting you out of our sight again."

As Harry started to fall asleep again, he felt a kiss on either side of his head, and smiled.