Harry Potter was speeding down the motorway, not giving a care in the world. The radio was softly blaring a pop song. His eyes were weld with tears, wanting so bad to get out of this weed scented car and to his best friend, Ron's house.
His girlfriend, Cho Chang of almost a decade had broken up with him. She said to him 'they've lost the spark in their relationship lately.' And she hated his drug use.
He finally pulled up to the modest family home of the Weasley's. Yeah, Ron had already settled down with a beautiful wife, a toddler baby and they were already planning for another. Harry was envious of that life. He'd imagined himself settling down with his gorgeous (ex) girlfriend, Cho with three children and a warm cottage. But things don't go the way as planned some times.
He turned the emission off and opened the car door and slammed it, hearing the coins rattle. He walked to the door way, preparing to knock. When he reconsidered, maybe it wouldn't be good to see his friend.
Should he just go to his parents instead? No. Mum and Dad would smack the living daylights out of him as they always went to bed at 8:30. His sister, Holly, no she's pregnant for god sakes, no need to drag her into his mess! Remus and Sirius are likely busy with their own respectable families. So damn, all is left is Weasley.
He knocked on the door, not once, twice. He put his hands in his pocket awkwardly. Foot steps on the other end, and the door swung open, the light from the doorway blared into the pitch darkness of the night. He saw Ron's wife, Hermione Weasley, he had only met the girl a few times she was nice enough but had a domineering presence to her. There she stood leaning against the door frame, her honey brown curls in a hair curler and she was dressed in her night coat, glaring disapprovingly at who was at their doorstep at 2 in the morning.
Once she took a good look at the face, her face soon wiped away any trace of agitation and concern traced her features. "Oh Harry. You need Ron I assume? Come in." She grabbed his shoulder and lightly dragged him in, closing the door behind him. "I'll be back, stay there." She jogged up the stairs, making sure not to wake up their two year old daughter.
A few seconds later Hermione came back with a dazed yet concerned Ron Weasley. Hearing Harry's soft sniffles. "Harry... what's wrong?" Ron rushed over to his best friend.
"Do you two need anything, some tea?" Hermione offered, trying to be as hospitable as possible. "No thanks, love. You can go back to sleep now." Ron declined, kissing her on her head. She gave one last glance at Harry and Ron, unsure, she gave a warily smile and went back up the stairs.
Ron, sensed his friend's troubles and he walked over to fireplace and turned on the portable radio. The male disc jockey's voice sounded on the radio. "Now here's what you've all been waiting for, in honour of World Beatles' Day, our very special Beatles' marathon will be on the air from 2:40 to 6:00, get ready, and let's go back to the 60s with a lovely song from their 1965 album, Rubber Soul!" The jockey's voice transformed into the voice of John Lennon "I once had a girl,"
""Or should I say she once had me.""
Harry gave a slight smile between sobs. Ron knew how much Harry had a passion for music, especially classic rock. "There, there now." Ron smiled.
Grabbing a hold of his friend who collapsed on the ground with sobs. "Let it out, Harry."
"Breakup?" Ron asked, Harry's eyes widened. "How'd — you — know?" Hiccuping between sobs. "Well, remember Tom Riddle and Cedric Diggory? I've been through your breakups Harry. They're not pretty." Ron chuckled, Harry followed suit reminiscing over his complete unluckiness with relationships. Those two were a few months apart too!
The chuckles died down and Harry was in Ron's muscular arm, feeling better now because he had his best friend, always by his side.
"And when I awoke I was alone
This bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?"
No matter what.