AN: Thank you everybody who reviewed the first chapter, especially those
people who wrote positive things. lol. To those people who commented on
the fact that Harry and Hermione don't talk before they make love - the
simple reason they don't talk is they don't need words, they don't say "I
love you" because they already know they love each other. Well, I hope you
enjoy the second chapter as much as you seemed to enjoy the first one -
don't worry there will be more Harry/Hermione stuff, but it will also deal
with Ron and his friends. After all it is impossible to have a good story
with out a little bit of a plot. And this story is dedicated to the late
Richard Harris who brought Dumbledore and many other characters to life for
his fans during his impressive carrier. He will be missed by many.
Hermione's heart jumped in her chest when she saw the black-haired boy enter the Great Hall for the first time. Ron had grown up to be very much like his father. From his untidy black hair to his emerald green eyes he was his father and like his father, Ron seemed vary skinny for his age. Harry's jaw nearly thudded onto the table when he saw his eleven-year-old son walked into the Great Hall to be sorted, as did the others who had been at Hogwarts when Harry had attended. When the Sorting Ceremony began the children tried on the Sorting Hat in alphabetical order as always. It seemed to take forever to get to the P's and then there were six other first-years with P names before they got to Ron.
When "Potter, Ron" was called Harry and Hermione both held their breath. The seconds ticked away like years as the hall sat quietly waiting. Finally the hat yelled "Gryffindor" to the hall and everyone politely cheered. Harry sighed in relief, as did Hermione. During the banquet Harry and Hermione exchanged glances that said everything their hearts were feeling. Like "He has you eyes," and "I wonder if the children have figured it out." Once the banquet was finished the students filed out of the hall with the exception of two. Ron and the redheaded boy he had been standing next to before they where sorted (he too was made a Gryffindor) Rupert Weasley. They stayed afterwards to talk to Harry (oddly enough).
"Your Harry Potter aren't you?" Asked Rupert enthusiastically. "You're an amazing quidditch player, why did you ever stop."
"You are related to Ron Weasley aren't you?" Said Harry laughing a little at Rupert excitement. "He was as obsessed with quidditch as you seem to be. I stopped playing professional quidditch because I just wanted to spend more time with my family."
"I did have an uncle named Ron, but he died before I was born. But how did you know about him?"
"He was are best friend at school." Hermione said as she came over to the table and picked her sleeping son (Sean not Ron) up. "We were both with him when he died. Rupert what is you dad's name?"
"My dad's name is Bill, but I don't see him often. He works a lot."
"That sounds about right. Though I didn't realize he was married. Um.Rupert do you think we could talk to your friend Ron for a minute." Hermione asked smiling.
"Whatever." Rupert answered and walked about twenty feet away to where he couldn't hear them.
"Ron, how do you know Rupert?" Harry asked trying to get his son to talk to him.
"His father is kind of my uncle - in a way. I grew up in his father's brother's house, they raised me like I was theirs, but I know I'm not I mean my name is even different."
"Yea I know your names different. Have you ever wondered who your parents are?"
"No - I always figured they died when I was a baby, but we never really talked about them."
"So your not even curious?"
"Well I guess a little, but why are you even asking me this." "Because Ron - we're ." Harry started to say, but Hermione cut him off.
"Friends of your parents - you were taken from them when you were a baby, for your own protection, but the person who hide you wouldn't tell your parents where you were so they could never go and find you. Before the school year started they asked us to talk to you. So you knew that they didn't die or abandon you."
"Oh - well thank you for telling me that, but why didn't they just come and tell me themselves."
"They were afraid of how you would accept them. But we will tell them what you said - they will come and visit you soon I'd imagine. You should probably get to bed though Ron you have classes tomorrow."
"Alright - thank you for telling me about my parents." Ron smiled brightly at them and then disappeared through the door.
"Why didn't you let me tell him?"
"I don't know Harry, I just couldn't let him know he was our son, not before he knew why he didn't grow up with us. Harry which Weasley raised our son and didn't tell us?"
"I don't know but I'm going to find out."
~~~~~ AN: That's the end for know - I'll probably have the next chapter up a day after this one, but I just had to end this chapter here. It felt like the end to me. Please read & review. Unless you don't like it . lol. no, if you don't like it tell me why.
Hermione's heart jumped in her chest when she saw the black-haired boy enter the Great Hall for the first time. Ron had grown up to be very much like his father. From his untidy black hair to his emerald green eyes he was his father and like his father, Ron seemed vary skinny for his age. Harry's jaw nearly thudded onto the table when he saw his eleven-year-old son walked into the Great Hall to be sorted, as did the others who had been at Hogwarts when Harry had attended. When the Sorting Ceremony began the children tried on the Sorting Hat in alphabetical order as always. It seemed to take forever to get to the P's and then there were six other first-years with P names before they got to Ron.
When "Potter, Ron" was called Harry and Hermione both held their breath. The seconds ticked away like years as the hall sat quietly waiting. Finally the hat yelled "Gryffindor" to the hall and everyone politely cheered. Harry sighed in relief, as did Hermione. During the banquet Harry and Hermione exchanged glances that said everything their hearts were feeling. Like "He has you eyes," and "I wonder if the children have figured it out." Once the banquet was finished the students filed out of the hall with the exception of two. Ron and the redheaded boy he had been standing next to before they where sorted (he too was made a Gryffindor) Rupert Weasley. They stayed afterwards to talk to Harry (oddly enough).
"Your Harry Potter aren't you?" Asked Rupert enthusiastically. "You're an amazing quidditch player, why did you ever stop."
"You are related to Ron Weasley aren't you?" Said Harry laughing a little at Rupert excitement. "He was as obsessed with quidditch as you seem to be. I stopped playing professional quidditch because I just wanted to spend more time with my family."
"I did have an uncle named Ron, but he died before I was born. But how did you know about him?"
"He was are best friend at school." Hermione said as she came over to the table and picked her sleeping son (Sean not Ron) up. "We were both with him when he died. Rupert what is you dad's name?"
"My dad's name is Bill, but I don't see him often. He works a lot."
"That sounds about right. Though I didn't realize he was married. Um.Rupert do you think we could talk to your friend Ron for a minute." Hermione asked smiling.
"Whatever." Rupert answered and walked about twenty feet away to where he couldn't hear them.
"Ron, how do you know Rupert?" Harry asked trying to get his son to talk to him.
"His father is kind of my uncle - in a way. I grew up in his father's brother's house, they raised me like I was theirs, but I know I'm not I mean my name is even different."
"Yea I know your names different. Have you ever wondered who your parents are?"
"No - I always figured they died when I was a baby, but we never really talked about them."
"So your not even curious?"
"Well I guess a little, but why are you even asking me this." "Because Ron - we're ." Harry started to say, but Hermione cut him off.
"Friends of your parents - you were taken from them when you were a baby, for your own protection, but the person who hide you wouldn't tell your parents where you were so they could never go and find you. Before the school year started they asked us to talk to you. So you knew that they didn't die or abandon you."
"Oh - well thank you for telling me that, but why didn't they just come and tell me themselves."
"They were afraid of how you would accept them. But we will tell them what you said - they will come and visit you soon I'd imagine. You should probably get to bed though Ron you have classes tomorrow."
"Alright - thank you for telling me about my parents." Ron smiled brightly at them and then disappeared through the door.
"Why didn't you let me tell him?"
"I don't know Harry, I just couldn't let him know he was our son, not before he knew why he didn't grow up with us. Harry which Weasley raised our son and didn't tell us?"
"I don't know but I'm going to find out."
~~~~~ AN: That's the end for know - I'll probably have the next chapter up a day after this one, but I just had to end this chapter here. It felt like the end to me. Please read & review. Unless you don't like it . lol. no, if you don't like it tell me why.