Green Eyed Boy
Green, like the emerald in his eyes. Those green, green eyes that gazed at him with so much intensity. Those green eyes that reflected all the love he was given, that glowed when he was praised or admired. Those green eyes that had seen so much pain and were dull from the abuse and neglect.
The eyes were where he had looked first. Before the scar. Because to Ron, Harry's eyes were so much more important than his scar. He loved the boy he was, not the things that had happened to him, or even the things he had done.