This story is for fun only. All copyrights apply to J.K. Rowling. This is
slash, so if you no likee, go read something more....tame?
Part 1
Ron Weasley looked over his room at the Burrow.
It was messy, much messier than usual thanks to his best friend Harry Potter. Best friend he was and had been for a long time. Lover and boyfriend he had become recently.
It was funny, to Ron anyway, that Harry went from such an exotic choice such as Cho Chang to him, plain old Ron. Maybe it was the fact that Chang was unresolved in her feelings for Harry; maybe Harry finally realized that he had those feelings for Ron. Ron hoped that Harry wouldn't open his eyes once again and find someone else like Hermione.
This particular day Ron was waiting for Harry to come back from a meeting with Albus Dumbledore. Ron knew that the meeting was of very high importance, and that the outcome would determine whether Harry was safe staying with the Weasleys or whether, as Harry dreaded, he would have to go back to the Dursley's.
The minutes ticked by. Mrs. Weasley called up.
"Dears, supper!" Her voice was sweet and melodic. She wouldn't let anyone know how troubled she was.
Ron got up slowly and made his way to his door. He opened it, started out, and was almost run over by Ginny. She apologized as she continued running. Ron didn't think dinner was that great an event.
He sat at the table. Ginny sat next to him. His father would be late, seeing as he would be at the meeting as well; the others of his siblings had moved out long ago.
"Ronald, what's wrong?" His mother asked him, lines of worry sudden on her face.
Ron looked down. "Nothing, mum." He started serving himself.
"Don't worry, Ron, Harry will stay here. I just know it. We would do everything in our power to protect him."
"Even die?" Ginny piped up. Both Ron and Mrs. Weasley looked horrified.
"GINNY!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.
"Mom, it's Voldemort." Both Ron and his mother cringed. Ginny had apparently been desensitized by Harry. "If he wants Harry, he'd kill us all to get him."
"Ginny! Ginny, are you saying you don't want Harry here?" Mrs. Weasley looked just a little more horrified.
"Mom, I'm just saying." Ginny began eating the food she'd served.
Mrs. Weasley stood like a stone for a moment, then sat down.
Ron had to hold back his rage. Send him away? They couldn't! Ron would die if it meant Harry could live. He had known this for a long time. He couldn't be so overt in front of his family though; they had no idea that Harry and he were together, and he liked it that way. He merely bit his cheek and ate what he had served. When dinner was finished, he went back to his room without a word.
Part 2
Harry walked solemnly with Mr. Weasley to the fireplace they had come in. It was large and ornate, being that it was in Albus Dumbledore's office at Hogwarts.
"Harry, you really don't have to worry." Mr. Weasley gave an unconvincing smile.
Harry didn't smile back. "I do worry. But I – I am happy to be staying with you all the same."
Harry was happy to learn he was permitted to stay with the Weasley's – at a cost. There would be a portkey downstairs that, when touched, would take him directly to the Dursley's, where Voldemort couldn't get him. Harry had thought this ridiculous; if Voldemort was in their house, he might get away, yes, but who wouldn't? Mrs. Weasley? Mr. Weasley? Ginny?
Harry gulped.
Ron?
Harry did not like the thought of being transported away while his family, or the only family he acknowledged anyway, was slaughtered by Voldemort. Mr. Weasley dismissed this, pointing out the facts that he was a ministry official and his house was as secure as any other wizards, certainly more so even.
But Harry didn't want to lose Ron yet. He had conceded because he wanted to be with Ron. When the fight came to him, he wanted Ron's strength behind him. Harry wondered for a moment if Ron knew how much he helped Harry to get along.
Mr. Weasley grabbed some floo poweder, and motioned for Harry to do he same. Harry complied, and shook it in. He stepped in and said "The Burrow".
Everything whirred about him, and soon he recognized the wood floors and rustic look of the Weasley's living room. Harry stepped out, followed shortly by Mr. Weasley. No one was waiting in the living room, so Harry made his way around the partition to the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley stood there in her apron, obviously pacing.
"Oh, Harry dear!" she exclaimed when she saw him. She ran over and gave him a large hug. "Harry-" She hugged him again. "You can stay, cant you?"
"Yes, dear," Mr. Weasley said from the opposite side of the table. With this." He held up a rather large candle. At Mrs. Weasley's confusion, he added "It's a portkey."
"To where?" she said quietly.
"The Dursley's." Also quiet.
She nodded in understanding. Then she turned to Harry: "Off to bed, eh Harry? Do you want something to eat first?"
He agreed to a banana, and took it up to Ronald's room. He stood in front of the door for a moment, preparing himself for Ron's enthusiasm. As soon as he opened the door, he wasn't disappointed.
Harry walked in, and Ron jumped up off his bed and ran to Harry. Harry shut the door behind him as Ron gave Harry a large hug, stepped back for a look, then another hug.
Harry broke the hug awkwardly. "I'm staying, Ron."
Ron looked obviously happy. This faded as he absorbed the still-stoic look on Harry's face.
"Harry, aren't you happy?" Ron asked. He tried to move in to get his arm around Harry, but Harry refused the contact. "Harry-"
"Ron, I'm scared. I'm scared I've made the wrong decision." Harry was trying to reign in the emotions raging through his head. He had seen enough suffering of late, enough crying.
"Harry, what are you talking about?" Ron looked thoroughly worried. Water began playing at the edges of his eyes.
"Ron, I don't want to be responsible for your family's death. By Voldemort." Ron cringed, only slightly. "I am here because of you. Are you worth it?"
Ron's mouth dropped. He looked ready to say several things at once, but settled on a loud "Harry!". Then, quietly: "Am I?"
Harry shook himself out of his reverie. "Ron, I..." He moved quickly to Ron and put his arms around him. "Ron, I'm sick of the...of this. I want the 'happy ever after' part of all this." He began to cry in Ron's arms.
Ron immediately went into protective mode and held Harry closer. He let Harry cry in his arms. He didn't say anything.
Harry looked into Ron's eyes. He mumbled something.
"What?" Ron asked.
"I dropped my banana."
Ron and he laughed, as Harry wiped some of the tears from his face.
"Off to bed, then?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. C'mon, I'll tuck you in."
Ron led Harry to the bed opposite his, and Harry lay down, clothes and all. Ron pulled the covers up over him, and got up.
"Ron."
"Harry?"
"Won't you...just stay with me?" Harry heard the silent pause. Then the bed shifted and Ron's warmth was immediately next to him. Ron whispered something in his ear.
"What?" Harry said.
"I love you."
Part 3
Harry opened his eyes. He was in Ron's room. Everything was dark; there was something wrong. Harry sat up urgently. His scar began to ache.
"RON!" Harry yelled. Nothing. Harry felt all around him. There was no Ron.
Harry got up and stumbled his way to Ron's bed. He felt around that too, but there was nothing. Then he noticed the faint light coming from the window.
Harry made his way to the window. His scar began to burn. He looked out.
He saw first the faint green light. It was illuminating a shape. Harry squinted. The shape was Ron. Ron's head hung limp by his shoulders. A pair of red eyes lit up suddenly behind Ron.
Clearly, in his head, he heard a voice. "Avada kedavra!" He heard the hiss, and a scream, and Harry's scar throbbed from his forehead. When he looked up, the eyes were right next to him. Harry screamed.
"Avada-"
Part 4
Ron shook Harry hard. Harry woke up screaming.
"Harry, Harry!"
Harry sat straight up, panting heavily. Then he made to bolt for the door. Ron grabbed him and held him down.
"Harry, no, I'm right here." Ron tried to soothe. It was hard with Harry fighting him.
"No, the portkey, Ron, I'm going to save you!" Held in place a moment longer, Harry stopped his struggling. "It was...it was-"
"A dream," finished Ron.
"My scar." Harry touched it for effect. "It's still burning."
Ron hugged Harry. Harry was limp in his arms.
"Ron?"
"Yes Harry?" Ron let go for a moment to see Harry better.
Harry said nothing and just shuddered. He lay back down on his bed, and Ron got up and went to his own bed. He didn't want anyone walking in on them and having to come out right then. He lay awake for a good while, watching Harry lay motionless, an occasional shiver running over the young man. He once called out to Harry, to see if he was all right, but he got no response.
Part 5
Harry shivered again. Ron had gotten up and left him there. This was the part of their relationship that he disliked. Here at the Burrow, Ron was adamant that his family not find out about them. When at school, it was Harry who wanted to keep things under wraps and Ron who was all for everyone knowing. The dichotomy was ironic.
But he was used to being alone. He was used to having these dreams, and used to dealing with them alone. What did it get him to tell others? A pat on the back, and assurance of nothing. 'Congrats on your scar! Really, just like Rudolph's nose, real handy.'
Harry sighed. Tomorrow was a real holiday. It was only two more weeks before everyone went back to school. That was two weeks of incredible worry at the Weasley's. He hoped that he might be able to forget about it a little and actually rest.
But he was The Boy Who Lived. Certainly, He could not rest.
Harry was awake.
--So there is more, but I will post it later. I am just getting my feet wet in here...I have never let anyone read my writing on this scale before. (o:`,
Part 1
Ron Weasley looked over his room at the Burrow.
It was messy, much messier than usual thanks to his best friend Harry Potter. Best friend he was and had been for a long time. Lover and boyfriend he had become recently.
It was funny, to Ron anyway, that Harry went from such an exotic choice such as Cho Chang to him, plain old Ron. Maybe it was the fact that Chang was unresolved in her feelings for Harry; maybe Harry finally realized that he had those feelings for Ron. Ron hoped that Harry wouldn't open his eyes once again and find someone else like Hermione.
This particular day Ron was waiting for Harry to come back from a meeting with Albus Dumbledore. Ron knew that the meeting was of very high importance, and that the outcome would determine whether Harry was safe staying with the Weasleys or whether, as Harry dreaded, he would have to go back to the Dursley's.
The minutes ticked by. Mrs. Weasley called up.
"Dears, supper!" Her voice was sweet and melodic. She wouldn't let anyone know how troubled she was.
Ron got up slowly and made his way to his door. He opened it, started out, and was almost run over by Ginny. She apologized as she continued running. Ron didn't think dinner was that great an event.
He sat at the table. Ginny sat next to him. His father would be late, seeing as he would be at the meeting as well; the others of his siblings had moved out long ago.
"Ronald, what's wrong?" His mother asked him, lines of worry sudden on her face.
Ron looked down. "Nothing, mum." He started serving himself.
"Don't worry, Ron, Harry will stay here. I just know it. We would do everything in our power to protect him."
"Even die?" Ginny piped up. Both Ron and Mrs. Weasley looked horrified.
"GINNY!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.
"Mom, it's Voldemort." Both Ron and his mother cringed. Ginny had apparently been desensitized by Harry. "If he wants Harry, he'd kill us all to get him."
"Ginny! Ginny, are you saying you don't want Harry here?" Mrs. Weasley looked just a little more horrified.
"Mom, I'm just saying." Ginny began eating the food she'd served.
Mrs. Weasley stood like a stone for a moment, then sat down.
Ron had to hold back his rage. Send him away? They couldn't! Ron would die if it meant Harry could live. He had known this for a long time. He couldn't be so overt in front of his family though; they had no idea that Harry and he were together, and he liked it that way. He merely bit his cheek and ate what he had served. When dinner was finished, he went back to his room without a word.
Part 2
Harry walked solemnly with Mr. Weasley to the fireplace they had come in. It was large and ornate, being that it was in Albus Dumbledore's office at Hogwarts.
"Harry, you really don't have to worry." Mr. Weasley gave an unconvincing smile.
Harry didn't smile back. "I do worry. But I – I am happy to be staying with you all the same."
Harry was happy to learn he was permitted to stay with the Weasley's – at a cost. There would be a portkey downstairs that, when touched, would take him directly to the Dursley's, where Voldemort couldn't get him. Harry had thought this ridiculous; if Voldemort was in their house, he might get away, yes, but who wouldn't? Mrs. Weasley? Mr. Weasley? Ginny?
Harry gulped.
Ron?
Harry did not like the thought of being transported away while his family, or the only family he acknowledged anyway, was slaughtered by Voldemort. Mr. Weasley dismissed this, pointing out the facts that he was a ministry official and his house was as secure as any other wizards, certainly more so even.
But Harry didn't want to lose Ron yet. He had conceded because he wanted to be with Ron. When the fight came to him, he wanted Ron's strength behind him. Harry wondered for a moment if Ron knew how much he helped Harry to get along.
Mr. Weasley grabbed some floo poweder, and motioned for Harry to do he same. Harry complied, and shook it in. He stepped in and said "The Burrow".
Everything whirred about him, and soon he recognized the wood floors and rustic look of the Weasley's living room. Harry stepped out, followed shortly by Mr. Weasley. No one was waiting in the living room, so Harry made his way around the partition to the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley stood there in her apron, obviously pacing.
"Oh, Harry dear!" she exclaimed when she saw him. She ran over and gave him a large hug. "Harry-" She hugged him again. "You can stay, cant you?"
"Yes, dear," Mr. Weasley said from the opposite side of the table. With this." He held up a rather large candle. At Mrs. Weasley's confusion, he added "It's a portkey."
"To where?" she said quietly.
"The Dursley's." Also quiet.
She nodded in understanding. Then she turned to Harry: "Off to bed, eh Harry? Do you want something to eat first?"
He agreed to a banana, and took it up to Ronald's room. He stood in front of the door for a moment, preparing himself for Ron's enthusiasm. As soon as he opened the door, he wasn't disappointed.
Harry walked in, and Ron jumped up off his bed and ran to Harry. Harry shut the door behind him as Ron gave Harry a large hug, stepped back for a look, then another hug.
Harry broke the hug awkwardly. "I'm staying, Ron."
Ron looked obviously happy. This faded as he absorbed the still-stoic look on Harry's face.
"Harry, aren't you happy?" Ron asked. He tried to move in to get his arm around Harry, but Harry refused the contact. "Harry-"
"Ron, I'm scared. I'm scared I've made the wrong decision." Harry was trying to reign in the emotions raging through his head. He had seen enough suffering of late, enough crying.
"Harry, what are you talking about?" Ron looked thoroughly worried. Water began playing at the edges of his eyes.
"Ron, I don't want to be responsible for your family's death. By Voldemort." Ron cringed, only slightly. "I am here because of you. Are you worth it?"
Ron's mouth dropped. He looked ready to say several things at once, but settled on a loud "Harry!". Then, quietly: "Am I?"
Harry shook himself out of his reverie. "Ron, I..." He moved quickly to Ron and put his arms around him. "Ron, I'm sick of the...of this. I want the 'happy ever after' part of all this." He began to cry in Ron's arms.
Ron immediately went into protective mode and held Harry closer. He let Harry cry in his arms. He didn't say anything.
Harry looked into Ron's eyes. He mumbled something.
"What?" Ron asked.
"I dropped my banana."
Ron and he laughed, as Harry wiped some of the tears from his face.
"Off to bed, then?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. C'mon, I'll tuck you in."
Ron led Harry to the bed opposite his, and Harry lay down, clothes and all. Ron pulled the covers up over him, and got up.
"Ron."
"Harry?"
"Won't you...just stay with me?" Harry heard the silent pause. Then the bed shifted and Ron's warmth was immediately next to him. Ron whispered something in his ear.
"What?" Harry said.
"I love you."
Part 3
Harry opened his eyes. He was in Ron's room. Everything was dark; there was something wrong. Harry sat up urgently. His scar began to ache.
"RON!" Harry yelled. Nothing. Harry felt all around him. There was no Ron.
Harry got up and stumbled his way to Ron's bed. He felt around that too, but there was nothing. Then he noticed the faint light coming from the window.
Harry made his way to the window. His scar began to burn. He looked out.
He saw first the faint green light. It was illuminating a shape. Harry squinted. The shape was Ron. Ron's head hung limp by his shoulders. A pair of red eyes lit up suddenly behind Ron.
Clearly, in his head, he heard a voice. "Avada kedavra!" He heard the hiss, and a scream, and Harry's scar throbbed from his forehead. When he looked up, the eyes were right next to him. Harry screamed.
"Avada-"
Part 4
Ron shook Harry hard. Harry woke up screaming.
"Harry, Harry!"
Harry sat straight up, panting heavily. Then he made to bolt for the door. Ron grabbed him and held him down.
"Harry, no, I'm right here." Ron tried to soothe. It was hard with Harry fighting him.
"No, the portkey, Ron, I'm going to save you!" Held in place a moment longer, Harry stopped his struggling. "It was...it was-"
"A dream," finished Ron.
"My scar." Harry touched it for effect. "It's still burning."
Ron hugged Harry. Harry was limp in his arms.
"Ron?"
"Yes Harry?" Ron let go for a moment to see Harry better.
Harry said nothing and just shuddered. He lay back down on his bed, and Ron got up and went to his own bed. He didn't want anyone walking in on them and having to come out right then. He lay awake for a good while, watching Harry lay motionless, an occasional shiver running over the young man. He once called out to Harry, to see if he was all right, but he got no response.
Part 5
Harry shivered again. Ron had gotten up and left him there. This was the part of their relationship that he disliked. Here at the Burrow, Ron was adamant that his family not find out about them. When at school, it was Harry who wanted to keep things under wraps and Ron who was all for everyone knowing. The dichotomy was ironic.
But he was used to being alone. He was used to having these dreams, and used to dealing with them alone. What did it get him to tell others? A pat on the back, and assurance of nothing. 'Congrats on your scar! Really, just like Rudolph's nose, real handy.'
Harry sighed. Tomorrow was a real holiday. It was only two more weeks before everyone went back to school. That was two weeks of incredible worry at the Weasley's. He hoped that he might be able to forget about it a little and actually rest.
But he was The Boy Who Lived. Certainly, He could not rest.
Harry was awake.
--So there is more, but I will post it later. I am just getting my feet wet in here...I have never let anyone read my writing on this scale before. (o:`,