Reign of Love: The Sound of Sunrise

A Ron x Harry Fan Fiction

It was one of those bleak mornings. The bleary kind that no one looked forward to, except for Ronald Weasley; although he went by Ron.

He loved a good desolate morning; appreciated the fact that they were quite common in London, especially in mid-winter.

He had just left his house. His own house, which only he occupied. He had somehow magically talked his parents into it. (No pun intended.)

He was only seventeen at the time and his mother, Molly, deeply disapproved of it, but Ron reassured his mum that it was only temporary and that he just needed a little time to himself to clear his head of all the thoughts he'd been having, as of late.

Finally, after a week of thinking it over, Molly and Arthur agreed that it could possibly be good for him, for a boy (er, young man) of his age, anyway.

A friend of Ron's parents heard that he was looking for a part-time living space and immediately sent an owl to inform Ron that they had just the place for him.

It was a fairly nice house, in the direct center of London, with other houses on either sides of its red brick walls. Well, it was more of an apartment, but to Ron, it may as well have been a mansion. His mansion, for now.

Now, Ron was twenty and still hadn't returned to his parent's house to live. Sure, he still visited them, all the time, but he preferred to live by himself in his house/apartment/mansion.

Anyway, he grabbed his long, gray overcoat and slipped it on. He had just left his house/apartment/mansion and was heading for the park on the Northwestern side of town. Actually, it was more likely the Northwestern edge of town.

The park he was heading to had been isolated for a few years, now. A fire had broken out and destroyed an entire half of the woodland.

Although, if you walked about a mile past all of the charred forest, a beautiful meadow would emerge from the deceased remains of the burnt grounds. Only Ron knew this. And this meadow was magnificent with the spring colors of green, pink, lavender and yellow, but that was only on spring days.

Today was December 1st, so that meant that the perfectly good side of the woods looked exactly like the dead half in the front; bare and frozen.

Ron would spend the entire day in the park, as planned. He loved the park and went to it as often as he could.

Ron calculated how long it would take him to get to the park on foot. Since he was in muggle-public, he couldn't use the regular floo powder or apparratus spell without being seen by a muggle. Although, it didn't seem all that bad. Maybe the long walks would do him good.

So without further ado, he set out onto the busy streets of London. They were cluttered with street cars and double-deckers along with people bustling about on the concrete sidewalks.

It almost seemed like a blur to Ron, the people and movement all around him. It was as if they weren't even there and he was just imagining them.

Then, a thought came to Ron; why was he going to the park, anyway?

As he stood there in the streets, idling, he almost immediately remembered and thought it to be silly to even question himself when he already knew the answer.

The reason why he was going to the park was also the whole reason why he even moved into his parents' friend's house/apartment/mansion.

(Alright, enough with the h.a.m.)

For the past seven years, Ron had been attending that school for magic-wielding students with his two best friends; Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.

The three of them did everything together ever since they met. They had gone on seven ridiculously rough, gutsy and incredible adventures that made up one life-changing journey. Ron appreciated every day that he had with them. They gave him the life he had. He would never trade his friendship with them for anything else. Although, there was one thing he would give almost anything for and that was… well, that was to be with the person he cherished most; Harry.

He pressed a hand to his forehead, over his eyes. He wanted to forget that he had even thought about it. But, the thought of Harry was so compelling and forceful, that he would remain burned into Ron's sight for the entire day, if not longer.

He continued walking down the cobble-stoned streets, troubled by his sudden urge to see Harry.

He paced on down the gray streets of the city, figures whirring past him, nothing but a stream of colors.

Ron, just to make sure he was still sane, tried to make out some of the city-slickers rushing by. He saw a girl ahead of him. She was probably fourteen or fifteen years old. She wore rounded spectacles.

Ron looked away. He looked at another person. A man, this time. Probably in his mid-twenties or early thirties. He was tall and a bit lanky. He had jet-black hair.

Ron rushed past him, eyeing someone in the other direction. A little boy with emerald green eyes.

Dammit! Ron thought angrily. Would he ever have salvation from his wants?

Every time he thought of Harry, he would just so happen to see a similarity in everyone he came across. Even his older twin brothers, Fred and George, had some resemblance on their faces, whether it was the tips of their noses or the way their eyebrows were perched over their brown eyes.

It frustrated Ron to no end.

And what agitated him even more was that when he'd see himself in a mirror, there was even a slight appearance of Harry in his own face; but very little.

Forget walking, he said to himself, I'll take the street car.

He walked over to the stop at the end of the street and waited.

The bronze train-like vehicle screeched to a stop at the corner where Ron and other citizens were waiting for the transporter.

The automatic doors opened and he stepped up and dropped his change into the money box next to the driver. She smiled and nodded a 'Thank you' at him. Ron winced. She had the same curve in her lips. He quickly turned away and randomly chose a seat towards the back.

Someone was already sitting there, but politely offered the empty spot as Ron sat down.

The boy beamed at him.

"'Ello, me name's Mav'rick. What's your name?" He questioned.

Ron didn't look up. He didn't want another reminder of what he would never have. He answered,

"My name's Ron. S'pleasure to meet you, Mav'rick."

"Thanks. Me, too. So, where're you heading off to?"

"Gandiges Park."

"Gandiges Park?" Mav'rick asked, a bit surprised. "Why would you go there? S'completely destroyed."

Ron gave a weak smile. "I know. I just like something about it, even though it's practically dead."

That was another thing that was practically dead.

"Oh. Well, today's me birthday. I'm sixteen, so I'm heading off to see me girlfriend play some tennis. She's a real pro, y'know. She can serve like no other-,"

The trolley jerked to another stop. Mav'rick looked up out the window.

"Oh, sorry. I've got to go. This is me stop. It was nice talkin' to 'ya." He grinned. "Maybe we'll see each other around." He stood up and jumped off the car and started a light jog up the street and disappeared around the corner.

Ron looked on out the window as Mav'rick had done. He sighed.

"Maybe not."

The trolley jolted into movement again, awkwardly moving from side to side on its railing in the uneven road.

The streetcar continued to stop at the ends of the streets, letting passengers on and off at each one.

Finally, the trolley skidded to a halt on the street that was the edge of town. The driver turned around and smiled again.

"Excuse me, sir, but this is the last stop." She stated. "Were you planning on getting off?" She smiled at her half-joke.

Ron looked around. He was the only one on the trolley, now. He stood up and walked to the front of the car and paused before he jumped off.

"Is this the Northwestern edge of town?" He inquired. The driver looked up. "Yes, although, we've been around the Northwestern edge twice, now. We've been all around the city. That's why I was wondering where you were going." Her teeth glinted in the dim light as she yet again smiled.

"Oh. I'm very sorry. I must've not been paying attention. I'm going to Gandiges Park, just for a little time to myself."

"Okay," she nodded, "but you do know that it's burnt up, right?"

"Yes, I do, but I like it there anyway. It's quiet." Ron looked away from the driver's face. "Thank you for bringing me here." He apologized once more before stepping off the trolley and waving goodbye to the driver.

The street car lurched back to life and turned around to head back towards the center of the city.

Ron shifted his weight while looking all around him before he took off on a brisk walk.

It was only about a half-mile's worth of walking. Ron had reached the park in less than ten minutes.

Once he was at the gates of Gandiges park, he walked around to the hinge of the gate. It was broken here. He lifted up on the broken hinges and slid through with ease. Ron placed the hinges in their original place and turned around to trudge through the winter snow that blanketed over the hard ground.

The front half of the park looked the same as always; dead and beyond repair. But still, Ron liked this place.

It was quiet, but there was still life beyond this end of the park.

Wanting to get to the other side, Ron broke into a light jog. I need the exercise, anyway. Ron thought jokingly. So he kept up his half-run for a good three fourth's of a mile. The last fourth of the mile he walked, bracing himself for the ecstatic sight of a temporarily lifeless area.

Finally, he pushed his way through the thick brush that covered an opening. He stumbled out into the clearing, almost tripping over an old fallen branch.

It was just as he remembered; beautiful in every way. Even though the forest was identical with both sides, Ron was able to pick out the things that made the living side beautiful.

The trees bent towards him, making an open circle in the sky. The grass was wilted and yellow, but it would be back in a few months. The snow, though, was plentiful here and there was a thick layer laden over the ground for as far as Ron could see.

Ron slowly walked out into the middle of the clearing and let himself fall backwards. Cushioned in the snow, he closed his eyes and remembered how he'd come to love this place so much.