A.N.--I of course own noe of this...all the characters, places and spells belong to the darling J.K. Rowling. The only thing i have is the order of words and plot. Tis all...so don't go thinking i wrote harry potter. Because i certainly did not. .

Ron sat quietly staring at a crumbled and stained letter before him. The light was fading from the window and his empty apartment was cold and silent. Every few minutes the whiz of the air conditioning would catch his ear. Yet even this faint sound would not distract him from his letter.

It had been 5 years since he had seen her last, that cold and damp morning three months after graduation. She had hugged him tight, and let her lips linger a moment on his cheek before slipping the letter into his hand and bustling into the crowded train. Of course she had done the same for Harry, but he felt that maybe, just maybe this time...

The sound of the door opening disabled his trance and he leapt from his desk. He had been sitting in a small room covered with clothes and newspaper clippings.

"Honey I'm HOME!" Harry's loud voice drifted though the entire apartment and Ron's ginger head peaked out of the last bedroom down the hall.

"Hey Harry!" Ron replied, ambling down the hall to meet his friend, and room-mate.

After Hermione had left, Harry and Ron had pooled their money and rented a small flat in the center of London. They had one bathroom, two bedrooms a small kitchen and a living/dining room. It was perfect for the crazy and chaotic lives they led. Harry worked in the Ministry of Magic while Ron worked in a small pub called 'The leaky Cauldron'. Both jobs were hectic but Harry was usually the last one home.

"Sorry I'm late..."Harry mumbled, dropping his things in the doorway.

Ron mangled his face into a disgruntled look; the sound of his voice became a few pitches higher. "Well Mr. Potter next time your coming home late YOU try telling the children!" He turned himself and pointed angrily at Harry's owl, perched silently near an open window, sleeping. The two old friends broke into bursts of laughter and sat down at their small dining table.

"How was your day?" Harry asked, grabbing a two butterbeers and handing one to Ron.

"Fine." He answered solemnly, "and yours?"

"Boring...I basically pushed papers all afternoon." Harry replied taking a long sip of butterbeer.

Harry went on to explain how the Ministry was having trouble with owl transportation to some other countries, but Ron wasn't listening. Or rather, he was, he just wasn't taking it in. Ron's thoughts had floated back to the letter sitting on his desk. He could see it in his mind, that perfect curly writing at the top and the creases that folded exactly in the right paces. The edged slightly tattered, and the ink blotches that had once be wet with refreshing rain. Harry, finally realizing

Ron had drifted off, began to laugh.

"EARTH TO RON!" Harry yelled, taking the last swig of his butterbeer. Ron's eyes unglazed with a start as he quickly looked back at Harry.

"Sorry mate, drifted off for a second." He shook his head and taking a gulp of his warm drink.

"Well, it's already midnight! We should get to bed...remember I'm going away on business this weekend! So no parties!"

Harry laughed has he dropped his empty bottle in the sink and slouched off to his room.

"Right." Ron whispered, leaving his bottle. His shoulders felt heavy and his eyes began to droop. The warm liquid was drifting though is body and his head began to feel light. When he reached his room he was asleep before he hit the pillow.

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