The Spirit Within
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Never have. Never will.
A/N This is my second fanfic and constructive criticism is always wanted! Yes, this will be longer then my To the Moon fic but this is only the prologue.
Five-year-old, redheaded, freckled-faced Ron Weasley stood outside of Hogwart's grounds holding his mother's hand. His round blue eyes were locked on the castle taking in its fascinating design and colors. He was so mesmerized by its appearance he loosened his grip on his mother's hand and shyly stepped forward towards the castles massive door.
His mother spoke softly, "See that Ronny? That's where you'll be going to school someday!"
Little Ron smiled happily and turned to face his mother. "Fred, George, and Ginny too?" he questioned.
"Of coarse dear you'll all be going there soon." His mother smiled happily as little Ron ran back up to her and took her hand.
"Let's go inside!" Ron said excitedly.
And so the two walked inside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Mrs. Weasley along the way pointed out various objects that would be of interest to a young boy. These included the changing staircases, the enchanted armor, and various ghosts that resided there over the holidays.
"Mommy what's up there?" Ron asked pointing dead ahead to the 3rd floor corridor.
"Oh nothings up there sweetie come along now," she pressed and continued walking along.
"Now here's something you might like," she continued But Ron payed no attention to her words and began ascending the stairs towards the 3rd floor corridor.
As young Ron drew nearer he noticed a light shining, glimmering if you may, underneath the second door to the right. It seemed so inviting to the young child that he drew nearer and nearer. Hoping to touch a piece of the light, he hesitantly opened the door ignoring the restricted signs and warnings. What good were they to a five-year-old anyway?
He tentatively stepped inside peering around in the darkness for the glowing object. He groped around aimlessly for a while wondering how the light once so bright had disappeared so quickly until he stumbled upon the vigorous glow of what appeared to be a small illuminating crystal.
Ron smiled happily as he picked up the beautiful object. He observed it silently for a while until something peculiar happened. Ron momentarily yelped with pain as the small objected cut deep into the center of his palm. The object stopped giving off it's light as well. Ron freely let tears roll down his face. Not only had he cut himself but also the shinny object had lost its glowing beauty. He released the beautiful crystal and let it fall to the floor.
The thump, thump, thump of his mother's footsteps running up the stairs echoed through the corridor.
"There you are!" She gasped. "Ronald Weasley, don't even sneak off like that again! It was a treat that I would take you to visit Hogwarts you shouldn't go." but at the moment Mrs. Weasley spotted Ron's blood stained hand and tears rolling down her child's face.
"Oh dear me what a mess." She swooped down and held out his hand and whispered a simple healing charm with her wand while the cut mended itself together. Ron furiously wiped his tears away and hugged his mother.
"Oh how can I stay mad at you?" she questioned aloud while ruffling her son's hair.
"Come along then," she beckoned. "I told your father we would be home by supper."
With that they promptly left the castle
The small crystal that once bared the captivating light was no more. It had shattered into a million pieces once Ron had released it from his grip. Yet faintly in the eyes of one Ronald Weasley was a piercing gaze of not the innocent light the young boy had adored, but of a threatening flash that had left as quickly as it was seen.
~*~*~*~ Well there was the prologue to the story of Ron Weasley entitled "The Spirit Within". The next chapter will probably take place during Ron's 5th year at Hogwarts. Oh, and reviews also bring inspiration for the next chapter! -Lady Karina
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Never have. Never will.
A/N This is my second fanfic and constructive criticism is always wanted! Yes, this will be longer then my To the Moon fic but this is only the prologue.
Five-year-old, redheaded, freckled-faced Ron Weasley stood outside of Hogwart's grounds holding his mother's hand. His round blue eyes were locked on the castle taking in its fascinating design and colors. He was so mesmerized by its appearance he loosened his grip on his mother's hand and shyly stepped forward towards the castles massive door.
His mother spoke softly, "See that Ronny? That's where you'll be going to school someday!"
Little Ron smiled happily and turned to face his mother. "Fred, George, and Ginny too?" he questioned.
"Of coarse dear you'll all be going there soon." His mother smiled happily as little Ron ran back up to her and took her hand.
"Let's go inside!" Ron said excitedly.
And so the two walked inside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Mrs. Weasley along the way pointed out various objects that would be of interest to a young boy. These included the changing staircases, the enchanted armor, and various ghosts that resided there over the holidays.
"Mommy what's up there?" Ron asked pointing dead ahead to the 3rd floor corridor.
"Oh nothings up there sweetie come along now," she pressed and continued walking along.
"Now here's something you might like," she continued But Ron payed no attention to her words and began ascending the stairs towards the 3rd floor corridor.
As young Ron drew nearer he noticed a light shining, glimmering if you may, underneath the second door to the right. It seemed so inviting to the young child that he drew nearer and nearer. Hoping to touch a piece of the light, he hesitantly opened the door ignoring the restricted signs and warnings. What good were they to a five-year-old anyway?
He tentatively stepped inside peering around in the darkness for the glowing object. He groped around aimlessly for a while wondering how the light once so bright had disappeared so quickly until he stumbled upon the vigorous glow of what appeared to be a small illuminating crystal.
Ron smiled happily as he picked up the beautiful object. He observed it silently for a while until something peculiar happened. Ron momentarily yelped with pain as the small objected cut deep into the center of his palm. The object stopped giving off it's light as well. Ron freely let tears roll down his face. Not only had he cut himself but also the shinny object had lost its glowing beauty. He released the beautiful crystal and let it fall to the floor.
The thump, thump, thump of his mother's footsteps running up the stairs echoed through the corridor.
"There you are!" She gasped. "Ronald Weasley, don't even sneak off like that again! It was a treat that I would take you to visit Hogwarts you shouldn't go." but at the moment Mrs. Weasley spotted Ron's blood stained hand and tears rolling down her child's face.
"Oh dear me what a mess." She swooped down and held out his hand and whispered a simple healing charm with her wand while the cut mended itself together. Ron furiously wiped his tears away and hugged his mother.
"Oh how can I stay mad at you?" she questioned aloud while ruffling her son's hair.
"Come along then," she beckoned. "I told your father we would be home by supper."
With that they promptly left the castle
The small crystal that once bared the captivating light was no more. It had shattered into a million pieces once Ron had released it from his grip. Yet faintly in the eyes of one Ronald Weasley was a piercing gaze of not the innocent light the young boy had adored, but of a threatening flash that had left as quickly as it was seen.
~*~*~*~ Well there was the prologue to the story of Ron Weasley entitled "The Spirit Within". The next chapter will probably take place during Ron's 5th year at Hogwarts. Oh, and reviews also bring inspiration for the next chapter! -Lady Karina