A/N: I dunno… I started to do a DM/HG one… but it just wasn't going in the right direction… so hopefully this RW/HG one will be better… seeing as I like them better together anyway…
Chapter 1:
Harry lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. As usual, he had been confined to his room by the Dursleys. He was spending too much time thinking about everything last year. Sirius. The name came into his head, uncalled for. He had managed to get over his grief for his godfather's death, but his heart still ached for his parents' friend that he never really had time to get to know. There were times when Harry would see a letter from him, and he'd be reduced to tears, and there were other times when there was just a dull ache.
He hadn't really been keeping in touch with Ron or Hermione, though they had been both sending him letters. Getting up from his bed, Harry reached over to his desk, taking their letters. He began to read them again, for probably the hundredth time.
Dear Harry,
Hey, how's it going? Things here are boring. Fred and George have already moved out, setting up their business and all. They want me to say "Thanks". Don't know what for though.
Been playing Quidditch for hours everyday, for lack or anything else to do. Ginny and I are both improving, I think. It's been taking my mind off… things.
Harry felt a pang as he realised how long it had been since he had last played.
Mum says you'll be coming for the last two weeks. Can't wait to see you. Ginny's been great… she's just not you. Oh, and 'Mione'll be coming too.
See you soon!
From, Ron
It was already the last couple of days of the third last week, and there was still no word from Remus or Dumbledore about when he'd be going to the Burrow. Sighing in frustration, he turned to Hermione's letter.
Dearest Harry,
We're in France at the moment, and we've been seeing so many interesting things. There's this tower, the Eiffel Tower. Did you know that there are 1665 steps to the very top, but that you are only allowed to go up 704. And it's 300.51 metres, though it sometimes changes depending on the temperature.
Anyway, enough about me. How have your holidays been? Hope your Aunt and Uncle aren't treating you too bad. Hear that you'll be going to the Burrow soon. Well, I'll see you there.
I wish I could write more, but Paris is the only place in France where they have an owlery, so I have to send it now.
Just a quick reminder that you should be doing some reading BEFORE we go back to school.
Harry smiled. Trust Hermione to bring up school.
Well, I'll see you at the Burrow!
Love, Hermione
Harry looked out the window. These were his friends, and he hadn't bothered to reply to either of them. He mentally kicked himself. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but after everything that happened with Sirius… he couldn't risk losing them. He didn't have a choice. He just had to let them go… do it all on his own. He had to defeat HIM in the end. They'd already done so much for him, and he didn't want them to do anymore. If he just let them go…
A/N: So how was that? shrug I dunno really where I'm going with this… next will be in Ron's POV… I love Ron!!! =)