The doors to the hospital wing flew open, and in came one redhead and a brunette girl. "Bloody hell, mate, we were worried about you, you know," Ron said, plopping down into the armchair where Snape had been sitting. His friend made sure to add a comment on how nice the chair was. "Harry! I’m so sorry; how could I not notice? I’m supposed to be the smart one," Hermione said as she threw herself onto the chosen one, tears flooding the room like Niagara Falls. "You couldn’t know, "Mione; I didn’t tell," Harry said, hugging his friend back. "Why didn’t you tell us?" she asked, wiping her tears away on her already drained sweatshirt sleeves. Harry thought she must've been crying before this too; they looked damp. And with further examination, Ron’s left shoulder was also stained a darker colour, like she had been crying there. He was glad his friends had each other, and he was glad he had them too. Harry could only mutter out a small "I dunno" and he didn’t know how to answer his friends. "We don’t judge you; you’re the same Harry," Ron added, which almost even made Harry teary. Harry figured that his friends deserved to know the truth after all; his lies had seemed to hurt as much, if not more. So he opened up and explained his childhood. He went into detail about how it was when he received his letter and how hard it was to even get a glimpse at the writing. During his stories, Hermione wanted to say a lot of things, but Ron stopped her. Harry appreciated that a lot; he didn’t think he could hold in all his emotions if he had to answer questions at the same time. Before he even started explaining what had happened during Christmas break, he noticed both of his friends holding hands, cuddled up in the large armchair next to Harry’s bed. He suggested he’d finish another day; they refused and came to join him in his bed. There they were, all three of them cuddling together while Harry explained thoroughly what had led to today. When he was done, he too cried a bit, mostly because it was all so fresh. He had barely gotten time to think about it himself since it happened, and there he was explaining it to his best friends, who accepted him with open arms (literally)."But Harry, what will happen now? Where will you go?" Hermione asked in curiosity and fear, like she was just as anxious as he was, if returning would occur. "I’m sure my parents will be happy to take you, Harry, as soon as we explain the situation," Ron assured him, and Harry was grateful for his offer.