This story is called Rescuing a Loved One. It's a continuation of A New Beginning, and here's the summary:
Voldemort's Death Eaters are still around. A few months into his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry's son, Ron, is captured by the Death Eaters and held hostage. It is Harry's job to rescue his son before it is too late.
I hope you like it!
Rated: Pg-13
Drama/Angst (the Angst stuff is going to come a few chapters later in the story)
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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It was nearing the end of the month of August, and it was morning. Sunlight was washed all over Godric's Hollow, and seeped into a bedroom in the Potter house. This room belonged to an fifteen year old boy, by the name of Ronald Hector Potter, but everyone just called him Ron, except his parents when he had done something they didn't approve of. But thankfully that didn't happen very often.
Ron's parents were Harry and Hermione Potter. He knew that he had been named after someone that they had known during their school days, but they wouldn't say who. Ron wondered why, but didn't like to ask his parents, because they grew quiet whenever he brought the subject up.
Ron also had two sisters, who happened to be identical twins, right down to the black hair and blue eyes. They were sixteen, and would soon be starting their sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, residents of Gryffindor Tower. Ron was also in Gryffindor, and so was his best friend, Kelsey Longbottom. They would be starting their fifth year.
At the moment, Ron Potter was asleep, but he woke when he heard the noises of breakfast being prepared. He stretched, and pulled off the bed covers, and then ruffled his unruly brown hair, which was just like his dad's, only it wasn't black. He got up and went over to his wardrobe, which he opened, and got out a pair of jeans and a green shirt to match his startlingly green eyes, which he had also inherited from his dad. He put these on, and went over to his nightstand, where he picked up his round glasses, which were identical to the glasses his dad wore. In fact, Ron looked identical to his dad except for the hair, which was to color of his mum's.
Ron headed out of his room, past his sisters's, Jamie's and Aphrodite's, room, and down the stairs, where the smell of breakfast was already reaching.
"Morning, Ron," said Harry.
"Morning Mum, Dad," Ron replied. He spotted three letters on the kitchen table.
"Your Hogwarts letter arrived this morning," said Hermione, "as well as the letters for your sisters. I was thinking we could all go to Diagon Alley today as a family to get your school supplies."
Ron jumped into the air and shouted for joy. "Finally, I'm going back to Hogwarts! I get to see Kelsey again!" Kelsey was the daughter of Ginny and Neville Longbottom.
Hermione smiled. "I know you're happy, but do try to be quiet. I don't want you to wake your sisters."
"Oh, come on Mione, they need to be woken up. It's already eleven o'clock in the morning." Harry folded up the Daily Prophet, and put it on the table.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and continued fixing breakfast for her family.
Harry turned to Ron. "So how's my favorite son doing this morning?" he said, handing Ron the letter.
"Dad, I'm your only son." Ron at down at the kitchen table and opened the letter. He pulled out a piece of parchment, telling him what he would need for the following school year.
"Oh yeah, I forgot," said Harry. Ron rolled his eyes. His dad was always saying stuff like that, but he didn't mind. It made him feel special.
"Hey Dad," said Ron.
"Hm?"
"When we go to Diagon Alley, can we first go to Quality Quidditch Supplies?"
"But first we have to go to Gringott's, and get some money. And then we need to get your school supplies."
"But after that can we go there?"
Harry sighed. "I suppose so."
Ron smiled, and happily began eating the breakfast his mother had just placed in front of him with enthusiasm.
Harry watched Ron eat. The way his son ate his food reminded him so much of the way his friend, Ron Weasley, used to eat. In fact, a lot of things about fifteen year old Ron Potter reminded Harry of his friend, who was now dead. Harry was now an Auror, one of the best, in fact, and he had vowed long ago to avenge the death of his best friend, who had been killed by Bellatrix Lestrange. Bellatrix had also killed Sirius, and Harry had yet to avenge his death also. But being an Auror, he still had plenty of Death Eaters to catch, who had evaded the Ministry for so long. Harry gave his head a slight shake.
"Dad, are you all right?"
Harry looked up, and found his son staring at him.
"Yeah, I'm all right," he said. Ron then turned back to his food, and as he did so, Hermione placed breakfast in front of Harry.
"Thanks, Mione," said Harry, smiling at his wife.
Harry ate his breakfast in peace for a few minutes, but that didn't last for long because his two daughters came running into the kitchen, in jeans and identical red and gold striped shirts.
"Mum, we're hungry!" Jamie complained.
"You're hungry," said Aphrodite. "I'm not."
"Fine, then," said Jamie to her sister. Then she turned to Hermione. "Mum, I'm hungry!"
"You're breakfast is on the table, Jamie. And Aphrodite, you need to eat too. We're going to Diagon Alley today to get your school things."
So everyone sat down to eat, and when they were done, Hermione cleaned up everything with a wave of her wand. They then floo'd over to the Leaky Cauldron, which, despite how many time Harry had done this, wasn't his favorite way to travel.
When they had arrived in the Leaky Cauldron, and had then gone to get some money from the Gringott's vault, they split up. Jamie and Aphrodite went with Hermione to get their school things, and Ron went with Harry to buy his school supplies.
"Can we go to Quality Quidditch supplies?"
"Of course," said Harry. Ron let out a cheer. "But we can only look in at the window. We need to buy all your other school supplies. You remind me of myself when I was fifteen."
Ron stood there, looking in the window at the magnificent racing broom. He loved Quidditch; it was his favorite sport. He was the seeker for Gryffindor team. His father had got a place on the Gryffindor team when he was only in his first year, and had even received the best broom of the time. To top that off, his dad had also been the youngest player in a century. Ron, of course, had beat his dad in being the youngest house player, as his birthday was one day after Harry's.
When Ron had looked in to Quidditch shop window long enough, Harry had to pry him away. Reluctantly, Ron followed, but not before giving one last glance at an antique racing broom that was on display- an old Shooting Star.
Harry and Ron had already bought most of Ron's new school things, and were currently in Madame Malkin's Robes for all occasions. Ron was getting new robes; he needed them, because of a growth spurt he had had during the summer.
Standing on the stool next to Ron was his best friend, Kelsey Longbottom. She was there with her parents, who were friends of Harry's and Hermione's, Neville and Ginny.
"Looking forward to going back to Hogwarts, Kelsey?"
"You know I am, Ron," Kelsey replied. she brushed a strand of red hair from her face. "Can't wait to get back to all my classes, though I'm positively dreading Herbology," she said, jokingly. She looked at her father, Neville. "That professor..." Neville just grinned evilly, making Kelsey shut up.
Ron laughed. Kelsey always knew how to make him laugh, and he loved her for it.
"Hey, Mr. Longbottom," said Ron, addressing his Herbology professor. "What's in store for us fifth years in the first lesson?"
"You know I'm not going to tell you," answered Neville.
"Aw, come on, Dad!" said Kelsey. "Please?"
Neville shook his head.
"Yeah, Neville, come on!" said Harry. He pulled a puppy-dog face.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Harry, you remind me of Fred and George sometimes."
Harry grinned. "Thank you."
"It wasn't a complement."
"I know."
Ron and Kelsey had been listening to the conversation with amusement.
"Honestly, Dad, you're acting like us," said Ron.
Harry gave his son a playful shove, and stepped away as Ron retaliated.
"That's you done, my dear," said the shop owner. She had finished with Ron's new robes, and now handed them to him wrapped up in brown paper.
"Thank you," said Ron to the shop owner. She smiled at him. Ron then turned to Kelsey. "Well, bye Kels, my love." Kelsey rolled her eyes. "See you on the Hogwarts Express."
"Yeah, see you."
Ron waved good bye, and he and Harry left to shop.
"Where to next, Dad? We've already bought all my school things. Should we go look for Mum, Jamie, and Aphrodite?"
"No, I promised you and I would meet them in the Leaky Cauldron this evening for dinner, and then we're going to head home," Harry replied.
"Ok...," said Ron. "But since we have the whole afternoon in front of us, where should we go?"
"How does Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes sound to you? I haven't seen Fred and George for a while, and you can see if they've any new devices that you can use to wreak havoc while you're at school." Harry grinned at his son.
"Ok."
Harry and Ron went across the way, and a few doors, and found themselves inside Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. There were a few people browsing the shelves, and Fred and George were behind the counter, having a sword fight with a couple of their fake wands. The stopped when they saw Harry and Ron.
"Hey, Harry," said Fred.
"Good afternoon, young Mr. Potter," said George to Ron.
"Cut it, George. My name is Ron, remember?" Ron smiled.
"Fine then, good afternoon, Ron."
"Afternoon, to you, too."
"George and I haven't seen you for a while, Harry. Where've you been?"
"I've been pretty busy, what with having to catch the Death Eaters who are still on the loose."
George nodded in understanding. "Well that should be easy for you, Mr. I'm-the-best-Auror-in-field...with the exception of old Mad-Eye, but he's retired."
"Yeah, well...It's hard work, trying to find and catch these Death Eaters. I just hope my fellow Aurors and I can capture them before they capture anyone that I care about." Here, Harry looked at his son, who was standing beside him.
"Dad, I'm sure no Death Eater is going to capture me," said Ron.
"You never know," said Fred seriously.
"Fred, even if some Death Eater did decide to attempt to capture me, I'd sure put up a fight."
Harry chuckled. "I'm sure you would."
Harry and Ron stayed in Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, talking to Fred and George, and looking around the store, for quite a long time, until the sun began to set, casting shadows throughout Diagon Alley. Harry and Ron left, waving good bye to Fred and George, and went on their way to the Leaky Cauldron, where they were meeting Hermione, Jamie, and Aphrodite.
"Hello, little bro," said Jamie, as Ron sat down beside her. His Dad, Harry, was on his other side, and Hermione and Aphrodite were opposite him. The family was in a private parlor.
"Hello, older sis," said Ron. He stuck his tongue out at Jamie.
"Ron!" said Hermione sharply.
"What?"
"Don't stick your tongue out at your sister."
Ron wanted to argue back, but decided against it.
Soon enough, the food arrived that everyone had ordered, and they had a good time talking with each other and eating at the same time. Ron tried to start a food fight by flicking some mashed potatoes at Aphrodite, but Hermione scolded him, saying that if he started a food fight, she'd hex him. So Ron decided against it, knowing full well that his mother would carry out her threat.
When everyone was done eating, the food was cleared magically, and then Hermione, Harry, Ron, Jamie, and Aphrodite floo'd back to Godric's Hollow.
Ron said good night to his parents, and sisters, and went up to his room. He got dressed into his pyjamas, and crawled into bed, where he fell asleep the instant his head touched the pillow.
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Please review, and tell me what you think!
Voldemort's Death Eaters are still around. A few months into his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry's son, Ron, is captured by the Death Eaters and held hostage. It is Harry's job to rescue his son before it is too late.
I hope you like it!
Rated: Pg-13
Drama/Angst (the Angst stuff is going to come a few chapters later in the story)
.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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It was nearing the end of the month of August, and it was morning. Sunlight was washed all over Godric's Hollow, and seeped into a bedroom in the Potter house. This room belonged to an fifteen year old boy, by the name of Ronald Hector Potter, but everyone just called him Ron, except his parents when he had done something they didn't approve of. But thankfully that didn't happen very often.
Ron's parents were Harry and Hermione Potter. He knew that he had been named after someone that they had known during their school days, but they wouldn't say who. Ron wondered why, but didn't like to ask his parents, because they grew quiet whenever he brought the subject up.
Ron also had two sisters, who happened to be identical twins, right down to the black hair and blue eyes. They were sixteen, and would soon be starting their sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, residents of Gryffindor Tower. Ron was also in Gryffindor, and so was his best friend, Kelsey Longbottom. They would be starting their fifth year.
At the moment, Ron Potter was asleep, but he woke when he heard the noises of breakfast being prepared. He stretched, and pulled off the bed covers, and then ruffled his unruly brown hair, which was just like his dad's, only it wasn't black. He got up and went over to his wardrobe, which he opened, and got out a pair of jeans and a green shirt to match his startlingly green eyes, which he had also inherited from his dad. He put these on, and went over to his nightstand, where he picked up his round glasses, which were identical to the glasses his dad wore. In fact, Ron looked identical to his dad except for the hair, which was to color of his mum's.
Ron headed out of his room, past his sisters's, Jamie's and Aphrodite's, room, and down the stairs, where the smell of breakfast was already reaching.
"Morning, Ron," said Harry.
"Morning Mum, Dad," Ron replied. He spotted three letters on the kitchen table.
"Your Hogwarts letter arrived this morning," said Hermione, "as well as the letters for your sisters. I was thinking we could all go to Diagon Alley today as a family to get your school supplies."
Ron jumped into the air and shouted for joy. "Finally, I'm going back to Hogwarts! I get to see Kelsey again!" Kelsey was the daughter of Ginny and Neville Longbottom.
Hermione smiled. "I know you're happy, but do try to be quiet. I don't want you to wake your sisters."
"Oh, come on Mione, they need to be woken up. It's already eleven o'clock in the morning." Harry folded up the Daily Prophet, and put it on the table.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and continued fixing breakfast for her family.
Harry turned to Ron. "So how's my favorite son doing this morning?" he said, handing Ron the letter.
"Dad, I'm your only son." Ron at down at the kitchen table and opened the letter. He pulled out a piece of parchment, telling him what he would need for the following school year.
"Oh yeah, I forgot," said Harry. Ron rolled his eyes. His dad was always saying stuff like that, but he didn't mind. It made him feel special.
"Hey Dad," said Ron.
"Hm?"
"When we go to Diagon Alley, can we first go to Quality Quidditch Supplies?"
"But first we have to go to Gringott's, and get some money. And then we need to get your school supplies."
"But after that can we go there?"
Harry sighed. "I suppose so."
Ron smiled, and happily began eating the breakfast his mother had just placed in front of him with enthusiasm.
Harry watched Ron eat. The way his son ate his food reminded him so much of the way his friend, Ron Weasley, used to eat. In fact, a lot of things about fifteen year old Ron Potter reminded Harry of his friend, who was now dead. Harry was now an Auror, one of the best, in fact, and he had vowed long ago to avenge the death of his best friend, who had been killed by Bellatrix Lestrange. Bellatrix had also killed Sirius, and Harry had yet to avenge his death also. But being an Auror, he still had plenty of Death Eaters to catch, who had evaded the Ministry for so long. Harry gave his head a slight shake.
"Dad, are you all right?"
Harry looked up, and found his son staring at him.
"Yeah, I'm all right," he said. Ron then turned back to his food, and as he did so, Hermione placed breakfast in front of Harry.
"Thanks, Mione," said Harry, smiling at his wife.
Harry ate his breakfast in peace for a few minutes, but that didn't last for long because his two daughters came running into the kitchen, in jeans and identical red and gold striped shirts.
"Mum, we're hungry!" Jamie complained.
"You're hungry," said Aphrodite. "I'm not."
"Fine, then," said Jamie to her sister. Then she turned to Hermione. "Mum, I'm hungry!"
"You're breakfast is on the table, Jamie. And Aphrodite, you need to eat too. We're going to Diagon Alley today to get your school things."
So everyone sat down to eat, and when they were done, Hermione cleaned up everything with a wave of her wand. They then floo'd over to the Leaky Cauldron, which, despite how many time Harry had done this, wasn't his favorite way to travel.
When they had arrived in the Leaky Cauldron, and had then gone to get some money from the Gringott's vault, they split up. Jamie and Aphrodite went with Hermione to get their school things, and Ron went with Harry to buy his school supplies.
"Can we go to Quality Quidditch supplies?"
"Of course," said Harry. Ron let out a cheer. "But we can only look in at the window. We need to buy all your other school supplies. You remind me of myself when I was fifteen."
Ron stood there, looking in the window at the magnificent racing broom. He loved Quidditch; it was his favorite sport. He was the seeker for Gryffindor team. His father had got a place on the Gryffindor team when he was only in his first year, and had even received the best broom of the time. To top that off, his dad had also been the youngest player in a century. Ron, of course, had beat his dad in being the youngest house player, as his birthday was one day after Harry's.
When Ron had looked in to Quidditch shop window long enough, Harry had to pry him away. Reluctantly, Ron followed, but not before giving one last glance at an antique racing broom that was on display- an old Shooting Star.
Harry and Ron had already bought most of Ron's new school things, and were currently in Madame Malkin's Robes for all occasions. Ron was getting new robes; he needed them, because of a growth spurt he had had during the summer.
Standing on the stool next to Ron was his best friend, Kelsey Longbottom. She was there with her parents, who were friends of Harry's and Hermione's, Neville and Ginny.
"Looking forward to going back to Hogwarts, Kelsey?"
"You know I am, Ron," Kelsey replied. she brushed a strand of red hair from her face. "Can't wait to get back to all my classes, though I'm positively dreading Herbology," she said, jokingly. She looked at her father, Neville. "That professor..." Neville just grinned evilly, making Kelsey shut up.
Ron laughed. Kelsey always knew how to make him laugh, and he loved her for it.
"Hey, Mr. Longbottom," said Ron, addressing his Herbology professor. "What's in store for us fifth years in the first lesson?"
"You know I'm not going to tell you," answered Neville.
"Aw, come on, Dad!" said Kelsey. "Please?"
Neville shook his head.
"Yeah, Neville, come on!" said Harry. He pulled a puppy-dog face.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Harry, you remind me of Fred and George sometimes."
Harry grinned. "Thank you."
"It wasn't a complement."
"I know."
Ron and Kelsey had been listening to the conversation with amusement.
"Honestly, Dad, you're acting like us," said Ron.
Harry gave his son a playful shove, and stepped away as Ron retaliated.
"That's you done, my dear," said the shop owner. She had finished with Ron's new robes, and now handed them to him wrapped up in brown paper.
"Thank you," said Ron to the shop owner. She smiled at him. Ron then turned to Kelsey. "Well, bye Kels, my love." Kelsey rolled her eyes. "See you on the Hogwarts Express."
"Yeah, see you."
Ron waved good bye, and he and Harry left to shop.
"Where to next, Dad? We've already bought all my school things. Should we go look for Mum, Jamie, and Aphrodite?"
"No, I promised you and I would meet them in the Leaky Cauldron this evening for dinner, and then we're going to head home," Harry replied.
"Ok...," said Ron. "But since we have the whole afternoon in front of us, where should we go?"
"How does Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes sound to you? I haven't seen Fred and George for a while, and you can see if they've any new devices that you can use to wreak havoc while you're at school." Harry grinned at his son.
"Ok."
Harry and Ron went across the way, and a few doors, and found themselves inside Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. There were a few people browsing the shelves, and Fred and George were behind the counter, having a sword fight with a couple of their fake wands. The stopped when they saw Harry and Ron.
"Hey, Harry," said Fred.
"Good afternoon, young Mr. Potter," said George to Ron.
"Cut it, George. My name is Ron, remember?" Ron smiled.
"Fine then, good afternoon, Ron."
"Afternoon, to you, too."
"George and I haven't seen you for a while, Harry. Where've you been?"
"I've been pretty busy, what with having to catch the Death Eaters who are still on the loose."
George nodded in understanding. "Well that should be easy for you, Mr. I'm-the-best-Auror-in-field...with the exception of old Mad-Eye, but he's retired."
"Yeah, well...It's hard work, trying to find and catch these Death Eaters. I just hope my fellow Aurors and I can capture them before they capture anyone that I care about." Here, Harry looked at his son, who was standing beside him.
"Dad, I'm sure no Death Eater is going to capture me," said Ron.
"You never know," said Fred seriously.
"Fred, even if some Death Eater did decide to attempt to capture me, I'd sure put up a fight."
Harry chuckled. "I'm sure you would."
Harry and Ron stayed in Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, talking to Fred and George, and looking around the store, for quite a long time, until the sun began to set, casting shadows throughout Diagon Alley. Harry and Ron left, waving good bye to Fred and George, and went on their way to the Leaky Cauldron, where they were meeting Hermione, Jamie, and Aphrodite.
"Hello, little bro," said Jamie, as Ron sat down beside her. His Dad, Harry, was on his other side, and Hermione and Aphrodite were opposite him. The family was in a private parlor.
"Hello, older sis," said Ron. He stuck his tongue out at Jamie.
"Ron!" said Hermione sharply.
"What?"
"Don't stick your tongue out at your sister."
Ron wanted to argue back, but decided against it.
Soon enough, the food arrived that everyone had ordered, and they had a good time talking with each other and eating at the same time. Ron tried to start a food fight by flicking some mashed potatoes at Aphrodite, but Hermione scolded him, saying that if he started a food fight, she'd hex him. So Ron decided against it, knowing full well that his mother would carry out her threat.
When everyone was done eating, the food was cleared magically, and then Hermione, Harry, Ron, Jamie, and Aphrodite floo'd back to Godric's Hollow.
Ron said good night to his parents, and sisters, and went up to his room. He got dressed into his pyjamas, and crawled into bed, where he fell asleep the instant his head touched the pillow.
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Please review, and tell me what you think!