Title: Destined to Love
Written By: Landell
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not mine except for the character Christian. All other characters belong to J. K. Rowling.
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Chapter 2: Talking to the Two Powers Soon to be One
"Harry?" Christian called softly to the lump of a boy that sat by the lake. He could see that his half brother was in pain, sobbing silently to himself. It broke his heart to see such pain. "You ok?"
"No." Harry whispered through a sob. He never looked up, his head resting on his knees, drawn up into a sitting ball. His tears feel silently to the ground and his body shook from the cold air that had set in and the raw emotion that was running through his body.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Christian asked as he sat down on the ground next to Harry.
"Ron." Harry barely muttered. "He won't talk to me; won't even look at me. He hates me." The tears began to fall faster.
"Oh, Harry." Christian said as he wrapped his arms around the other boy. He knew that Ron would come around. They loved each other; they just didn't know it yet. "He'll come around. He's just being a Weasley. They're stubborn."
"It's just so hard." Harry whimpered ignoring Christian's implications of Weasleys. "I have no one to talk to or to hang around with. I feel so strange without Ron."
"How so?"
'Maybe this will start to straighten things out.' Christian thought. 'Get him to draw on his own feelings.'
"I feel lost, sort of empty when he's not around." Harry said. "He's my support. I can't handle everything without him." He had finally looked up. Christian could see that he had been crying for a while. His eyes were very blood-shot and puffy. His cheeks were tearstained and flushed red from the coldness.
"Do ya have any idea why you might feel that way?" Christian asked as he whipped the tears from Harry's face. He looked deeply into Harry's eyes and could see the pain that he was feeling.
"I don't know." Harry said softly. "Because he's my friend?"
"Maybe." Christian replied with a nod of his head. "Could there be anything else?"
"Like what?" Harry asked his eyes full of curiosity.
"I don't know. It's just that what you said about Ron is what I would say about Billy."
"Who's Billy?" Harry asked. Christian almost laughed as he looked at the confused look on Harry's face.
"Bill, Harry. I'm talking about Bill." Christian said as he tasseled Harry's unruly hair.
"Why do you feel that way for Bill?" Harry asked. By the look on Harry's face, Christian could tell that he was even more confused.
"Because, Harry, I love him. I love him with all my heart." Christian said starring straight into his eyes. Shock spread across Harry's face. His eyes widened to the size of small tea saucers, behind his new designer glasses. (Harry had gotten his new glasses from Sirius but barely ever wore them for fear that he would brake them or someone would ask where he had gotten them.)
"You love Bill?" Harry choked out.
"Yes, with every fiber of my being." Christian said.
"But how?" Harry asked turning to face Christian fully. "You two have just met."
"I know we just met, but it just sort of happened." Christian said. "We met on the train coming here and once I saw him, I knew I loved him. It was instant, Harry. Love at first sight. Then we got off the train and Billy pulled me aside and we kissed. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven."
"So, you think that I may feel that way about Ron?" Harry said quietly coming back to the conversation at hand.
"You might, Harry." Christian said with a smirk. "In fact, I think that you do and I think that Ron may feel the same way."
"But isn't it wrong for two guys to be in love with each other?" Harry asked.
"Some people think so." Christian said with a frown. "They believe it so badly that they are willing to kill innocent people because of it. Yet, you can't deny how you feel. That will only kill you in the end; on the inside. You have to be proud of whom you are and be willing to face everyone to stand up for what you know is right and true."
Harry nodded his head and turned to look back over the lake. They sat in silence for sometime watching as the giant squid did laps around the lake. The sun slowly began to rise in the distance. Christian had seen Harry running out to the lakeside at five in the morning. Now he knew that people would be getting up soon and ready for school.
Suddenly, Christian had the feeling that they were being watched. Turning about quickly, to face the school, Christian looked at Gryffindor Tower. He could just see a flash of red as it disappeared from one of the many windows. His smile widened.
'Ron.' Christian thought happily. 'He is worried about Harry.' He turned his attention back to the young man that he was sitting beside. His smile faded. 'Harry's been through so much. Why can't this just work out for him? He's so miserable without Ron. Why, for just this one time, can't something be easy for him?'
Silenced by their own thoughts, the two brothers (unbeknownst to one) sat side by side for a while longer. Christian deep in thought about the hopes and dreams he had for his little brother Harry. Harry was thinking of only one thing. The one thing that had been on his mind since the beginning of the year. The one thing that Harry knew he couldn't live his life without. Ron. Ronald Alan Weasley.
"Whelp," Christian said breaking the silence. "We better get back to the castle. It's almost time for breakfast, I think."
"I can't go to breakfast." Harry whined. "He'll be there."
"You mean Ron?"
"Yeah." Harry whimpered. "I can't stand to see him without him speaking to me."
"Can't you talk to him?"
"Not when he was the one that was wrong."
"Oh, Harry." Christian said shacking his head. "Well, you shouldn't have to worry for too long. I'm sure he'll come around soon. Especially since Billy's going to be talking to him."
"He is?" Harry asked, his face becoming extremely brighter.
"Yes, he is." Christian said as he got to his feet. "Now come on. Someone might see you out here and you could get in trouble."
Harry nodded mutely and got to his feet as well. They walked quietly to the castle playfully nudging the other as they walked.
********** (Up in the castle, in Gryffindor Tower, at the same time as Christian talking to Harry.) **********
"Ronnie?" Bill called into the Fourth Year Boy's dorm room. He opened the door a little more and stepped inside. The four-post beds looked just as he remembered them. The room was smaller than his had been but it was still comfortable. Clothes were scattered about the room. Books and parchment were thrown here and there.
Sitting over on the window box staring out the window was Ron. The small amount of light that the barely raised sun was admitting was lighting Ron's face. Bill could see small silver tears as they slide down Ron's freckled cheeks onto the floor. He could hear the soft sounds of muffled sobs being admitted from his brother.
"Ronnie? Are you alright?"
"No, I'm not alright." Ron moaned turning a deathful glare at Bill. "And don't call me that, William."
Bill cringed at the use of his full name. He hated the use of his full name. The only person that Bill ever let him call him by his full name was his mother (and Professor Dumbledore).
"What's wrong?" Bill asked as he sat down on the nearest bed to Ron.
"Harry." Ron muttered as he turned back to the window. "He's mad at me."
"Why?"
"Because I'm mad at him." Ron said as he continued to star out the window.
Bill could just barely see what his little brother was looking at. A faint smile played on his lips. Ron was watching Harry. But someone was with Harry. Bill looked a little harder and then it came to him. Christian. His Christian was talking with Harry.
"Why are you mad at him?" Bill asked even though he already knew the answer.
"Because he put his name in the Goblet." Ron said, his face growing red with anger.
"You don't really believe that, do you?"
"Don't you?" Ron asked.
"No. No, I really don't." Bill said shacking his head. "If he had, he would have told you or Hermione."
"I don't know."
"Ron, you know Harry." Bill said getting up and moving over to Ron. "He doesn't go looking for trouble, it comes looking for him."
"Yeah." Ron said quietly.
"Is that it? Is that the only reason that you're not speaking to him?" Bill asked.
'Come on Ron. You have to realize how you feel for Harry.'
"No, not really. I've been feeling some really weird feelings lately."
"What kind of feelings?"
"Kinda lost; painful." Ron said as he turned his gaze back to Bill. Bill almost gasped at what he saw in those eyes. The love, passion, and pain that he saw in those soft brown eyes was all for Harry. That gaze was so hard and full of feeling that Bill was almost scared. "Like I'm not whole when he's away from me."
The room feel silent. Ron turned back to look out the window and Bill just stared at his brother.
'He does love Harry.' Bill thought happily.
"Am I weird?" Came a small whimper to Bill's ears
"What?!"
"Do you think I'm weird because I feel that way about Harry?" Ron asked. Once again his eyes fell upon Bill's. Unshed tears shined in his eyes emulating his passion for the young man and the pleading for understanding from his brother. Bill almost felt sorry that his brother didn't know who he felt about his own lover.
"No, Ron. I don't think you're weird for liking Harry; for loving him." Bill said as he watched Ron's eyes widen in shock. He almost chuckled as Ron's face blushed to match the color of his hair. "In fact, I know how you feel."
"You do?" Ron asked in shock a half smirk played on his lips.
"Yes, I do. Christian is my lover." Bill said with a fond smile.
Ron got up from the window and went over to his bed. He flopped down smiling brightly.
"I knew it!" Ron yelled.
"What?!" Now it was Bill's turn to be shocked.
"I knew you were with him." Ron said when Bill had sat down next to him. "I saw you two sneaking around the castle, holding hands no less. You should really be more careful. I had to cover for you with Fred and George."
"Damn." Bill muttered. Christian had thought he had heard someone following them, but Bill had assured him that no one was doing such a thing.
"You really love him?" Ron asked.
"Yes, with every fiber of my being." Bill said and for some reason, he felt that that was the best thing for him to say. (If you couldn't guess, Bill and Christian had said that at the same moment!!!)
"You think I feel that way about Harry?" Ron asked quietly.
"Yes. I know that you do." Bill said as he pulled his brother into a hug. "As Christian would say, I can see it in your eyes. All Weasley's show their emotions in their eyes."
"I do love him." Ron said after awhile. He got up and walked back over to the window. He quickly looked outside and then turned back inside. "Do you think that he loves me?"
"I have no doubt in my mind that he loves you." Bill said with a smile.
"Good." Ron said softly. Then his expression darkened suddenly. "What if he's mad at me? What if he doesn't forgive me for being mad at him?"
"He will." Bill said with a smile. "Besides, Christian is talking to him. He'll make Harry come around."
"I hope so."
"Come on. Let's go get some breakfast." Bill said pulling Ron towards the door. "I'm starving."
"Me too." Ron said as he skipped down the steps after his brother.
~ Thank you to the first reviewers of this story. SilverMoon, Sexy-as-Ron, and Wareway. It means a lot to me that you reviewed and told me what you think. I hope you review this chapter as well. Please tell me what ya think and give me ideas and I'll see if I like them or not! Thanks again. ~