Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.

                                                           _{"My best friend, of course.“}

           <sub>He wondered if there was really anything else that needed to be said. In a way, Harry had become the one thing that was his. Harry was something that his brothers couldn’t take away from him; grades, money, material items, none of it mattered. Hell, it was even something that Draco Malfoy couldn’t buy. Whether he had all of those or not, what was still clear was the fact that he had Harry through it all. 

                           In fifty years, one might merely brush off that
                           of the chosen one for some name in history,
                           but to Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter would be
                           someone that he would take to the grave with him.</sub>