Title: Innocence of the Heart
Author: Ashley
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry has just discovered his feelings for his friend Ron. He doesn't know how to handle or tell Ron about his feelings so he does what most men do. He pushes Ron away. So Harry does everything in his power to get Ron out of his life. Of course it doesn't work.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Wish I did though!
A/N: this is my first fanfic so please be nice! R&R please no flames. Also I'm sorry for those who were kinda confused about all the chapters I had all in one. I had a temporary lapse of stupidity! So I'm going to try and separate the chapters.
Chapter One
It was mid-summer; Harry had convinced Mr. Dursley to let him stay at the Burrow with the Weasleys. Mr. Dursley was happy to oblige, "Whatever it takes to keep that magic shit out of my house!" he exclaimed. Harry didn't really care what he said about magic, others like him, the magic world or anything else associated with it. 'Those People' (as Uncle Vernon called them) gave him a love and comfort that a family should give him. Unlike the Dursleys, who would be happy if he had never even showed up on their doorstep.
His family is all Harry ever wanted and with the help of the magic world, he had found a second family in the Weasleys. The magic he could perform is the only connection he has with his biological family. He has, though, seen them in photos or the one time he stumbled upon the Mirror of Erised. But he still yearned to have a father to talk to and to teach him spells he didn't understand. He wanted a mother who'd console him in his time of need.
Now that he was here, in the Burrow, surrounded by the hussle and bussle of Mrs. Weasley shouting at the twins for giving Ginny a Ton-Tongue Toffee (Ginny mumbling and crying with her tongue hanging out of her mouth), Harry actually felt at peace.
Harry sat in the kitchen with Ron, listening to Fred and George's feeble excuses. "Wonder what Mum's going to do to them?" asked Ron.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. He looked through the doorway to see if Ginny's tongue had finally shrank back to normal. It hadn't.
".... Now go find the anti-spell for that toffee and apologize to your poor sister!" Mrs. Weasley announced.
"Yes Mum." they said in unison. George went to Ginny and put a comforting arm around her while Fred went upstairs to go get his wand. Harry smiled, wishing he could have this. A family and siblings to get him into trouble and vise versa. Even though Dudley intentionally gets Harry in trouble whenever possible, he always thought it would be different.
He turned his attention to Ron. Harry watched as Ron flipped through a special-edition magazine of the English Qudditch team Hermione sent him. 'Where would I be without my dearest friend?' Harry questioned himself. 'Dead or in the clutches of Voldemort.' Ron shifted uneasily in his chair.
"Are you staring at me, Harry?" he asked while reading an article of Harrison Jude, the new Keeper of the team.
"Oh sorry! I was just thinking."
"Well, don't hurt yourself there."
"I won't." Harry said, not truly listening to the conversation. Ron chuckled lightly, not believing he had just gotten away with saying such a comment.
"What?" inquired Harry. "Is there something I missed?". His brow was slightly furrowed.
"Nothing! Nothing!" Ron laughed harder.
"I want to know!"
"Nevermind. If you haven't gotten the joke yet, then it just goes to prove that the great, brave, courageous and smart Harry Potter is a stupid little git like the rest of us!"
Harry just looked at him incredulously. He, soon, cracked a smile and playfully shoved Ron of the stool. Ron fell of the stool and landed on the floor with a thud; it was Harry's turn to laugh. No sooner had Harry calm down, Ron yanked the stool from under him. They both erupted into a new fit of giggles. Minutes passed before they could find their composure, not before Percy passed by saying (under his breath) "So juvenile."
Ron was the first up. "Need some help?" he held out his hand. Harry grasped it and pulled himself up.
"Thanks."
"Anytime." Ron smiled as he sat back down to his stool, going back to his article. Harry picked up his stool and sat it upright. As he sat, he let out a loud sigh.
"What?" asked Ron.
"Nothing."
"Are you sure?"
"No," he smiled " I'm bored is all."
"What do you want to do then?"
"You can study some!" said Mrs. Weasley as she entered the kitchen with Ginny. Her tongue was back to normal.
"Ugh, mum! Why?! Do we really have to?" Ron whined.
"Yes. Now that you are in your 5th year, you will be taking the O.W.L.s (Ordinary Wizarding Levels). Which, might I add, Fred and George didn't do to good on them when they took it." she answered. Fred and George instantly popped up in the doorway.
"Did someone say our names?" they said in stereo.
"Yes, mum was just telling Ron and Harry about how you two barely passed the O.L.W.s." said Ginny with a smirk on her face.
"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Mum, come on. That was then and this is now." he said with a slight roll of his eyes.
"Yup. We aren't always goofing off." George chimed in. "We are now in our seventh and final year at dear ole Hogwarts."
"I don't know how you even made it this far." sighed Mrs.Weasley. "Like I was saying, Ron take Harry upstairs and go study." She watched as Ron took his sweet time to get up from his chair.
"That was an order!"
Even though Ron was much taller that her, he could have easily take her on. But this was his mother and no one in their right mind would ever take her on.
"Alright..............Alright, come on Harry." Ron muttered as he collected his magazine. He and Harry headed up to his room.
"So what should we go over first: Herbology, Divination or Defense Against the Dark Arts?" asked Harry as he sat down on the floor next to Ron's desk.
"Well, we can easily eliminate Divination." grumbled Ron as he plopped down on the seat next to the desk. Harry agreed. Even though it was one of their classes consisting of only Gryffindors, no Malfoy to deal with, he couldn't stand it. Especially since he seemed to be the only one who got nothing but deadly premonitions and bad omens.
"Maybe we can finish up our essay on the Sundeath root for Herbology." suggested Ron.
"Sure, why not?" Harry gathered his scrolls, well of ink and eagle feather quill from his trunk and settled back down on the floor. Ron did the same as they got to work.
* * *
Harry wrote the last words on his scrolls. "Finished!" he declared.
"Oy! what?" Ron looked astonished. " You wrote an essay, 1 3/4 scrolls I might add, in less than an hour!" he exclaimed, still scratching away at his piece of parchment.
"Uh-huh." Harry smiled.
"Good, me too." said Ron as he dropped his quill on the desktop. "So what now?"
"Uh...Defense Against the Dark Arts?" wondered Harry as he took out his wand.
"Sure, still having problems being on the defense?"
Harry felt quite embarrassed that he couldn't protect himself, in this case, against a simple bondage spell. He'd protected himself against the Dark Lord four times, from Snape (getting into trouble at least) and Dementors or Malfoy and his goons dressed up as some. But everyone has their faults, right?
"Ready there Harry?"
"Sure." He was slightly nervous.
"Woveanum." a long serpent-like piece of rope flew out of the end of Ron's wand. Before Harry could say the anti-spell which reflects the spell or object back to the person, he felt the rope coil around him. Harry fell back instantly from the force of the ropes.
"A little help here Ron." mumbled Harry as the ropes began to slowly grow around his face.
"Oh! Sorry! Convertean!"
The ropes went limp. Ron walked over to Harry and started to undo them. "You really are horrible at this." laughed Ron as he undid the ropes around Harry's neck and arms, then hands. Harry wriggled free, slightly winded.
"Oh, shut your bloody mouth!" He rubbed his wrists.
"Rope burns?" Ron inquired. Harry simply shook his head yes. "Follow me." Ron, then, instructed as they headed down the hall to the bathroom. Ron reached for the 'Bonnie's Burns Cream' in the medicine cabinet.
"Might be a bit cold." No sooner had he said this, the ice-cold cream was applied. Harry shivered.
"Do you store that thing in the freezer?!"
"What's a freezer?" Ron looked up quizzically. Harry had forgotten that Ron had never seen one since he didn't live in the Muggle world.
"Nevermind." he sighed.
"Anyway, I'm almost done." Ron finished rubbing the cream into the wounds; they disappeared instantly. "Good as new then."
"Thank you." Harry gave him a smile of gratitude.
"Come then." Ron left the bathroom to go back to his room. Harry had a new sort of warm tingle flow through his wrists, soon it went through his whole body.
' Could it be Lord Voldemort?' No, it couldn't be. That only happened to his forehead, plus that burned. This feeling was almost euphoric.
"Then what could it be?" he wondered aloud. A lopsided grin fell apon his face.
"What?" Ron questioned, standing in the doorway.
"Nothing.....let's try that spell again."
"Alright but you might want to bring the burn cream with you."
Harry smiled and walked out with Ron.
"On second thought…,"announced Harry as they reached Ron's room. "I might need it later on." Harry ran back towards the bathroom and moments layer returned with the ointment.
Author: Ashley
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry has just discovered his feelings for his friend Ron. He doesn't know how to handle or tell Ron about his feelings so he does what most men do. He pushes Ron away. So Harry does everything in his power to get Ron out of his life. Of course it doesn't work.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Wish I did though!
A/N: this is my first fanfic so please be nice! R&R please no flames. Also I'm sorry for those who were kinda confused about all the chapters I had all in one. I had a temporary lapse of stupidity! So I'm going to try and separate the chapters.
Chapter One
It was mid-summer; Harry had convinced Mr. Dursley to let him stay at the Burrow with the Weasleys. Mr. Dursley was happy to oblige, "Whatever it takes to keep that magic shit out of my house!" he exclaimed. Harry didn't really care what he said about magic, others like him, the magic world or anything else associated with it. 'Those People' (as Uncle Vernon called them) gave him a love and comfort that a family should give him. Unlike the Dursleys, who would be happy if he had never even showed up on their doorstep.
His family is all Harry ever wanted and with the help of the magic world, he had found a second family in the Weasleys. The magic he could perform is the only connection he has with his biological family. He has, though, seen them in photos or the one time he stumbled upon the Mirror of Erised. But he still yearned to have a father to talk to and to teach him spells he didn't understand. He wanted a mother who'd console him in his time of need.
Now that he was here, in the Burrow, surrounded by the hussle and bussle of Mrs. Weasley shouting at the twins for giving Ginny a Ton-Tongue Toffee (Ginny mumbling and crying with her tongue hanging out of her mouth), Harry actually felt at peace.
Harry sat in the kitchen with Ron, listening to Fred and George's feeble excuses. "Wonder what Mum's going to do to them?" asked Ron.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. He looked through the doorway to see if Ginny's tongue had finally shrank back to normal. It hadn't.
".... Now go find the anti-spell for that toffee and apologize to your poor sister!" Mrs. Weasley announced.
"Yes Mum." they said in unison. George went to Ginny and put a comforting arm around her while Fred went upstairs to go get his wand. Harry smiled, wishing he could have this. A family and siblings to get him into trouble and vise versa. Even though Dudley intentionally gets Harry in trouble whenever possible, he always thought it would be different.
He turned his attention to Ron. Harry watched as Ron flipped through a special-edition magazine of the English Qudditch team Hermione sent him. 'Where would I be without my dearest friend?' Harry questioned himself. 'Dead or in the clutches of Voldemort.' Ron shifted uneasily in his chair.
"Are you staring at me, Harry?" he asked while reading an article of Harrison Jude, the new Keeper of the team.
"Oh sorry! I was just thinking."
"Well, don't hurt yourself there."
"I won't." Harry said, not truly listening to the conversation. Ron chuckled lightly, not believing he had just gotten away with saying such a comment.
"What?" inquired Harry. "Is there something I missed?". His brow was slightly furrowed.
"Nothing! Nothing!" Ron laughed harder.
"I want to know!"
"Nevermind. If you haven't gotten the joke yet, then it just goes to prove that the great, brave, courageous and smart Harry Potter is a stupid little git like the rest of us!"
Harry just looked at him incredulously. He, soon, cracked a smile and playfully shoved Ron of the stool. Ron fell of the stool and landed on the floor with a thud; it was Harry's turn to laugh. No sooner had Harry calm down, Ron yanked the stool from under him. They both erupted into a new fit of giggles. Minutes passed before they could find their composure, not before Percy passed by saying (under his breath) "So juvenile."
Ron was the first up. "Need some help?" he held out his hand. Harry grasped it and pulled himself up.
"Thanks."
"Anytime." Ron smiled as he sat back down to his stool, going back to his article. Harry picked up his stool and sat it upright. As he sat, he let out a loud sigh.
"What?" asked Ron.
"Nothing."
"Are you sure?"
"No," he smiled " I'm bored is all."
"What do you want to do then?"
"You can study some!" said Mrs. Weasley as she entered the kitchen with Ginny. Her tongue was back to normal.
"Ugh, mum! Why?! Do we really have to?" Ron whined.
"Yes. Now that you are in your 5th year, you will be taking the O.W.L.s (Ordinary Wizarding Levels). Which, might I add, Fred and George didn't do to good on them when they took it." she answered. Fred and George instantly popped up in the doorway.
"Did someone say our names?" they said in stereo.
"Yes, mum was just telling Ron and Harry about how you two barely passed the O.L.W.s." said Ginny with a smirk on her face.
"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Mum, come on. That was then and this is now." he said with a slight roll of his eyes.
"Yup. We aren't always goofing off." George chimed in. "We are now in our seventh and final year at dear ole Hogwarts."
"I don't know how you even made it this far." sighed Mrs.Weasley. "Like I was saying, Ron take Harry upstairs and go study." She watched as Ron took his sweet time to get up from his chair.
"That was an order!"
Even though Ron was much taller that her, he could have easily take her on. But this was his mother and no one in their right mind would ever take her on.
"Alright..............Alright, come on Harry." Ron muttered as he collected his magazine. He and Harry headed up to his room.
"So what should we go over first: Herbology, Divination or Defense Against the Dark Arts?" asked Harry as he sat down on the floor next to Ron's desk.
"Well, we can easily eliminate Divination." grumbled Ron as he plopped down on the seat next to the desk. Harry agreed. Even though it was one of their classes consisting of only Gryffindors, no Malfoy to deal with, he couldn't stand it. Especially since he seemed to be the only one who got nothing but deadly premonitions and bad omens.
"Maybe we can finish up our essay on the Sundeath root for Herbology." suggested Ron.
"Sure, why not?" Harry gathered his scrolls, well of ink and eagle feather quill from his trunk and settled back down on the floor. Ron did the same as they got to work.
* * *
Harry wrote the last words on his scrolls. "Finished!" he declared.
"Oy! what?" Ron looked astonished. " You wrote an essay, 1 3/4 scrolls I might add, in less than an hour!" he exclaimed, still scratching away at his piece of parchment.
"Uh-huh." Harry smiled.
"Good, me too." said Ron as he dropped his quill on the desktop. "So what now?"
"Uh...Defense Against the Dark Arts?" wondered Harry as he took out his wand.
"Sure, still having problems being on the defense?"
Harry felt quite embarrassed that he couldn't protect himself, in this case, against a simple bondage spell. He'd protected himself against the Dark Lord four times, from Snape (getting into trouble at least) and Dementors or Malfoy and his goons dressed up as some. But everyone has their faults, right?
"Ready there Harry?"
"Sure." He was slightly nervous.
"Woveanum." a long serpent-like piece of rope flew out of the end of Ron's wand. Before Harry could say the anti-spell which reflects the spell or object back to the person, he felt the rope coil around him. Harry fell back instantly from the force of the ropes.
"A little help here Ron." mumbled Harry as the ropes began to slowly grow around his face.
"Oh! Sorry! Convertean!"
The ropes went limp. Ron walked over to Harry and started to undo them. "You really are horrible at this." laughed Ron as he undid the ropes around Harry's neck and arms, then hands. Harry wriggled free, slightly winded.
"Oh, shut your bloody mouth!" He rubbed his wrists.
"Rope burns?" Ron inquired. Harry simply shook his head yes. "Follow me." Ron, then, instructed as they headed down the hall to the bathroom. Ron reached for the 'Bonnie's Burns Cream' in the medicine cabinet.
"Might be a bit cold." No sooner had he said this, the ice-cold cream was applied. Harry shivered.
"Do you store that thing in the freezer?!"
"What's a freezer?" Ron looked up quizzically. Harry had forgotten that Ron had never seen one since he didn't live in the Muggle world.
"Nevermind." he sighed.
"Anyway, I'm almost done." Ron finished rubbing the cream into the wounds; they disappeared instantly. "Good as new then."
"Thank you." Harry gave him a smile of gratitude.
"Come then." Ron left the bathroom to go back to his room. Harry had a new sort of warm tingle flow through his wrists, soon it went through his whole body.
' Could it be Lord Voldemort?' No, it couldn't be. That only happened to his forehead, plus that burned. This feeling was almost euphoric.
"Then what could it be?" he wondered aloud. A lopsided grin fell apon his face.
"What?" Ron questioned, standing in the doorway.
"Nothing.....let's try that spell again."
"Alright but you might want to bring the burn cream with you."
Harry smiled and walked out with Ron.
"On second thought…,"announced Harry as they reached Ron's room. "I might need it later on." Harry ran back towards the bathroom and moments layer returned with the ointment.