AN: This is the second story I've posted on Fanfiction

AN: This is the second story I've posted on Fanfiction.net!  The other one is Wolf Child, and you should remember that the two aren't related.  If you've read the opening to Wolf Child you don't need to read this next part (Lucky you):

.  I do appreciate criticism and I live for compliments.  The only thing that I ask of those of you who decide to review is that if there is something you don't like, please do not just write things like "You Suck!".  It doesn't help anyone.  If you think the story is bad then please just tell me what was bad about it. .  Oh, by the way if you wrote a story, please, please, please give me the title or your penname so that I can read it!  I love reading other authors stories.  Now a few rules to follow when reading my stories:

  1. Although the characters in my stories may have the same name as a corresponding character in another of my stories, it does not mean that the stories are at all related.  In fact, unless I say otherwise it is safe for you to assume that none of my stories are related to that one.  I just have a hard time coming up with names for characters (Guy friend says: Your just to picky.) and once I do I tend to become very committed to those names, so please forgive me for any confusion that this might cause.
  2. Like I said before please review!
  3. If there is something you don't understand or some kind of guess you want to make about the plot line tell me, and I'll make sure to respond to your comment in my author's note for the next chapter.
  4. Even if you don't like this story, go ahead and read one of my others.  I tend to change both my style and my focus from story to story so no two of my stories are the same.

Forgotten Heart

By: Morgan Le Fay of Avalon

         Marie leaned back on her elbows in the hot sun.  Underneath her the grass was warm and smelled of the near approaching summer.  She just sat there for a minute looking at the street she had known all her life.  She had been born on this street and would most likely die here too.  It's not that she hated her life it was just so boring, so ordinary.  She sighed as she pushed the heavy book off her lap.  Now why couldn't my life be more like that?  She wondered as she looked at the book's title.  You could only just make out the words Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.  Marie had lost track of how many times she had read the book over the years, but she knew that it must be somewhere in the millions by now.  It was her favorite book. 

Perhaps that's why she felt suspicious as she looked up and saw three birds that appeared to be fighting in the sky.  She watched them for a moment.  They were the strangest birds she had ever seen.  They were huge and their tails stood back several feet from their strangely shaped bodies.  They look almost like they're playing Quidditch!  She thought to herself with a slight laugh. 

Taking her eyes off the birds, she stood up.  For a moment she looked down at her old grass stained jeans, and dusted them off with the back of her hand.  The t-shirt she was wearing was an old one that listed all of the fine qualities of Irish women as well as some of the not so fine ones.  With a sigh she looked back up into the sky.  The birds were gone.  She hadn't expected them to still be there, but all the same she was a bit disappointed at their sudden absence. 

Marie leaned down to pick up her book.  She brushed a strand of auburn hair out of her face as she stood up.  Suddenly, she was hit in the stomach by a force that knocked her to the ground.  For a moment she just laid there with her eyes closed stunned.  She felt the weight of something hard on her chest and stomach.  She felt another set of legs scramble trying to become untangled from her own. 

She opened her eyes, and looked into two deep blue eyes above her.  For a moment she studied the face, which hovered just a few inches above her own.  It was that of a young man about her own age.  His blue eyes matched his light red hair perfectly.  The freckles, which covered his face, seemed familiar to her although she couldn't say why.  He was breathing hard against her chest.  It was obvious that he had been moving very fast when he hit her.  His breath smelled of peppermint and rain, and she breathed it in deeply.

A lock of his red hair fell from behind his ear.  As she reached up to push it out of his eyes a pang of sadness coursed through her body.  She had never had a boyfriend, but she knew that if she did he would look just like this boy.  Marie turned red when she realized that he seemed to be studying her every feature as he lay on top of her.  He had stopped struggling when she had opened her eyes, but now he moved quickly to his feet pulling her along with him.

She was about to introduce herself, and ask him just what the hell he thought he was doing when something off to their side caught her attention.  She turned her head away from his unrelenting stare and looked over to where she had been laying earlier.  On the ground there was a broom.  At first she thought this was odd, but then she saw letters printed on its handle that read Firebolt 6000. 

She felt her mouth drop open.  It couldn't be!  It just couldn't be!  Wizards

aren't real!  Harry Potter wasn't a true story!  She turned back to look at the boy who had just crashed into her.  He gave her a small smirk that made her feel like someone was pulling a joke on her.  She would have asked him what was going on, but the next few minutes passed in a blur of excitement, fear, and pain.

            Just as she was going to ask the red-haired boy what he was playing at a buzz of light flew past her ear.  From the distinct burning feeling she knew that it had singed her hair.  She looked up to see a figure in a black clock flying towards them on a broomstick.  A look of panic spread across the boy's face as he grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the small porch at the front of the house.

            Almost violently the boy pushed her back into one of the corners.  The black-cloaked figure landed in front of them.  The boy stood in front of her with a protective stance that made her feel safe.

            "You little brat," the cloaked figure hissed, "give her to me.  You can't protect her.  You tried before and you failed.  If you just let me have her maybe you can live."  The figure smirked as he said this.  His face was a fearful sight with no nose and silted red eyes.  Marie was trembling, but out of the corner of her eye she saw another figure land on the grass in the yard and start running towards them.  Both the red-haired boy and the black-cloaked figure turned their heads to look at the person who had just arrived.

            "So your friend is here to save the day is he?" the figure said in a hiss, "Well it won't help either of you.  Only she could ever stop me, but she doesn't know how to anymore does she?"  As he said this he pointed at Marie who was still cowering in the corner.

            "Stupefy!" yelled the red-haired boy in unison with another who she could not see.  At this the man with red slits for eyes just laughed.

            "Please, both of you stop that tickles!" was his only response to the two boys attack.  There was a rage building inside Marie.  She had to do something.  She had to stop cowering in the corner like a scared rabbit.  She tried to hold herself together, tried to think.  Suddenly, the cloaked man stepped forward and slapped the red-haired boy across the face knocking him back a few steps.

            At that moment Marie stopped thinking.  She rushed forward and stood between the boy and the man.  She felt the boy pull at her arm, trying to put himself in front of her again, but she wouldn't allow it. The figure studied her for a minute.  Then as if he had just realized the point of some incredibly funny joke he began to laugh.  At this Marie had had enough. 

            She stared at the man.  Just stared at him.  When his eyes finally met hers a look of shock, then recognition and pain filled his face.  The man quickly held his hands over his head, and began running away from her screaming.  Before she even realized what she was doing he had grabbed his broomstick and began flying off into the quickly darkening sky.

            Once he was gone she just stood there.  She wasn't sure what to do.  She felt the red-haired boy release her arm.  For the first time she looked over to the other boy whose hair was messy and black.  If she had had time to think up any suspicions as to who this boy was she would have been right.  She would have known him anywhere.  The black messy hair, the deep green eyes, and even the scar on his forehead confirmed it all.

            "Oy!  Ron!  She's just like I remember her!" called the black-haired boy to the red-haired one.  She turned to face him.

            "You-You-You're Ron Wesley?  Aren't you?" she said feeling almost on the verge of tears.  The boy blushed and shook his head "yes" at her obvious remembrance of him, and she realized that he was just as she had imagined him to be.  She turned back to look at the boy who she knew must be Harry Potter running towards her.

            "So that makes you Harry Potter?" she said her lips trembling.

            "Err-well-that would be correct." Harry replied.  Marie looked form Harry to Ron and them back again.  She said their names in a whisper then suddenly, she blacked out.

AN: If you haven't figured this out yet, this story is probably going to focus on Ron!