Till The End • A HarryxRon Fanfiction

Sorrow Farewell

He was fixated on the rolling hills and mountainside outside the window. Lush trees covered the landscape with a flourish of warm colors. Daisy yellow, sunset orange, and apple red swirled together as the wind ruffled the leaves. Harry could barely hear the soft squeal of the machinery propelling him across the Earth. He sighed with content at the sun's placement, it was perfect but the ending of the journey wouldn't be so perfect, it was the devils train, on a one way route to he himself. His trousers caught his eye as Harry spotted a piece of lint on his mid-thigh. With a swift flick of his hand he did away with it. The boy found it as good a time as any to take into account the rest of his ensemble. His shoes were clean and shining, hands and fingernails clean and steady, pants ironed to perfection. All of these were new and it pained him to know they wouldn't stay like this forever. In just a few hours everything would be dirty and bloodied. All of the hard work Ron went through would be ruined and Harry desperately didn't want that. 

As he was contemplating solutions for his problem a quick flash of the door stole his attention away. A short and old figure had slipped in after knocking on the carrige door. The woman could only be described as the typical look of a grandmother. Her hair was short, showing its age in thick grey curls that harmonised the rest of her apperance of wrinkles, making her dark eyes pop with a vibrancy closely related to a long winter. There was a goofy grin plastered across her face. Her clothes were simple, efficient, and seemed appropriate for being the trolly witch. However, the knees were worn and dirt powdered her whole body. 

"Anything off the cart dears?" The trolly witch spoke up. 

Harry looked between the woman and then back to his friends. His mind and body wanted to say yes but he physically couldn't. It seemed Ron sensed this. The ginger haired boy gently took Harry's hand in his own and squeezed as he then continued to speak. 

"Yes please, can we have a bit of everything, for us all to share," He knew he didn't have much money but if his Harry was hungry he would let him eat. He knew he was hungry and surely Hermione would have some. 

Harry flushed with embarrassment as well as contempt, it was still a task to eat. Especially in front of others. His fear of being yelled at or hurt by anyone and everyone was a strong one. Something he could thank his uncle for. Everything was because of him and it tickled at his nerves. Not that he himself could act upon but the dreams of Vernon laying in poole of his own blood were not pushed out. It was an invigerating sight.  Remembering those thouhts had him shiver. He gulped and shook his head to get the sinister images out of his mind. It wasn't going to be like that. It was going to be the other way around. A blood bath for himself instead. 

"Thank you Ron." The girl with bushy eyebrows and bushy hair spoke up as she tucked in to a chocolate frog. The trolly witch left silently, her cart rumbling and squeaking as she pushed it down the corridor. Harry let out an exasperated sigh; he anticipated a larger conversation from the trolly witch and was happy to see her leave. 

Ronald slipped his hand out from Harry's in order to open his packet of sweets. Potter felt himself pouting, but caught himself. What was it about this Ron that made him never want to let go? He was obviously not of high stature, not well off or well mannered. He had no regard for his appearance and emitted a flippant teenager. So why did he want the to stay by Ron at all times? Why did he want to know everything about him and have him all to himself? Despite these thoughts, Harry wasn't too sure of the answer, he sighed soflty  and rested his head on the others shoulder as he bit into the chocolate he himself decided to eat first. 

"You know? I'm really going to miss you Harry" Ron said sadly, wrapping his arm around the other.  Harry looked up with his own sad look. His eyes brimmed with tears and he gripped into Ron as tight as he could. He didn't want to let go either. 

Hermione watched the pair and at first smiled, a small giggle emitting into the air at how cute they were being. That smile then went sad, she frowned and could tell there was someting more Harry wasn't quite letting them in on. He seemed more out of it the past week and seemed to be deterioating more and more with each passing day. She wanted it all figured out. Once Harry was at home her and Ron could figure it out. 

The girl's eyes narrowed, and she bit her lip. She looked out the window with a pensive countenance. This was giving her a moment to think about what was going on. Hermione was intelligent and when left to her own devices she was good at solving most things. What made her think that Harry was hiding something? he had told Ron and her everything and spent every moment with them He went back into his shell. She was surprised Ron hadn't picked up on it. She looked down at the leather-bound novel in her lap. She hadn't noticed until now that she was clutching it with strength she didn't know she had. Her knuckles were white and started to ache. The gold ink of the title glared at her with a mysterious glint. Like many of the other books she read, it was filled with adventure and truth at every turn. It taught her everything she knew.

The train came to a screeching stop and then a loud voice rang through the carriges. 

"London, Platform nine and three quaters!" 

Harry and Ron both sat up, adjusting themselves and frowning. Neither one wanted to step off the train. Harry wanted to stay, see where it would go if they were to just go with the flow. That wasn't and couldn't happen. The three stood and stepped off of the train. 

"I suppose I will see you after term," Ron spoke like he had needles in his throat.

He didn't want to let Harry go but it wouldn't last forever. Ron was about to step away but before he could, Harry clung to him. He jumped onto him and wrapped his arms around Ron's neck. His legs tightly hugged Ron's wasit. Ron was taken aback, his eyes widened and at first he stumbled but after a few seconds he settled. Ron closed his eyes and held Harry tightly. While Harry clung to him his eyes began to water. He sniffled and cried into the others neck. He was terrified. Vernon would be just through that wall, waiting with a fake look on his face. As soon as he got through the front door he would be met with pain. 

"Shhh my sweet Harry, it wont be too bad, I will write to you and before you know it we will be back together," Of course Ron didn't know, he wouldn't let him go if he did. Harry nodded, he had to hide what was going to happen to him. Vernon would kill him. 

Harry leaned back and smiled comfortingly at the other. His eyes darted down to Ron's lips, his own tingling in anticipation. With a few moments of hesitation Harry leaned forward, closing the gap between them and conecting their lips in a sad yet wholesome kiss. Ron gladly kissed him back, he had wanted to do it since he felt Harry's lips for the first time. He held Harry tightly and kissed with all the passion he could muster. Harry smiled into it. 

This is what he would remember until they met again. It was what kept him sane as Vernon drove them away, even the sickening grin on the disgusting mans face couldn't tear him down. For now.