Harry walked through the kitchen door of the Burrow. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted, but he knew he had a choice to make.
Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen. “Harry, dear, have you decided yet?”
Harry had been pondering since early that morning over what his decision would be. With each option, there could be consequences. However, it was late now, and if he didn’t make up his mind soon, well…
“Harry? Are you all right?” came Hermione’s voice from the foot of the stairs. “Oh, you still haven’t decided, have you?”
“No,” Harry answered. “It’s just … I don’t know. I’m being stupid.
“No you’re not,” replied Hermione. “If it was me, I’d be having just as much trouble – ”
“You wouldn’t,” Harry cut her off. “You always know what to do.”
“That’s not true!” said Hermione indignantly. “You know very well it isn’t – ”
But Harry cut her off again. “Of course it’s true! Back in school, you were always the best in the class. Why? Because you not only knew how to do something, you knew what
to do. But me? Half the time I had no idea what was going on.”
Hermione looked at him sympathetically. “But when it comes to real life, Harry, you’re so much better at making decisions – wait, just listen,” she said, moving forward to grab Harry’s hand as he tried to interrupt her again. “Look at me and Ron! We still aren’t together, because neither of us can make that decision
Harry realized the truth in her words. He suddenly knew what his choice would be.
“Mrs. Weasley? I think I know what I’m going to do.”
Hermione squeezed his hand.
“So what is it, then?” asked Mrs. Weasley.
“I…” began Harry. “I think…”
“Just say it, Harry,” urged Hermione.
Harry sighed and glanced at her. Then he looked at Mrs. Weasley. His answer was only one word, but that was all that was needed to set her into action. His response was simply: