A/N: Just a small one-shot- I don't own Harry Potter etc.
This is sporadic-do not be mad with me! OwO
The plan was to befriend with him, lead the boy to Dumbledore's adventures, get the money and let him marry Ginny. Since I was five years old, we lived from the Potter's money. Monthly, two hundred Galleons would be transferred on our vault. I was raised to believe that Albus Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of the century, so I didn't question his decisions for Harry Potter.
The first encounter with Harry was on the first of September. It was my first year at Hogwarts and mom would be guiding Potter to the platform. Dumbledore believed it better to let the Boy Who Lived in the dark most of the time. To ensure trust within him, we, the Weasleys, were the ones to let special information slip, to be kind. To be here for him if he wasn't pampered like at his home.
"I...I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't know how..." A green eyed, way too skinny boy who couldn't be older than eight, spoke in raspy voice to mother. She looked a bit put out, but quickly brought back the smile to her face.
"You don't know how to reach the platform? Well, you run straight ahead into the brick wall. Don't worry, you won't crash," she said friendly. Only Ginny and I knew it was faked. Fred and George raised unison an eyebrow.
"Thank you" was the answer of the boy...Harry.
He went first, then I. When I tried to find Harry with my eyes again, I saw him struggling to put his trunk onto the train. The trunk then fell on his hole-y shoes. He didn't even wince, but hung his head seemingly a bit embarrassed.
Fred and George helped him before I could.
The next step of the plan was to sit with him throughout the train ride. I swallowed, trying to ignore the feeling that had been creeping up my stomach since I got to see Harry Potter, the innocent little one who didn't let pain overwhelm him.
"Anyone sitting here? Everywhere else is full." I played my part just fine.
Harry shyly looked up at me. Oh my god! His face, which I didn't recognise fully before, was on the right side covered in black and blue and some yellow. Somebody had hit him. Hard. Pictures of Harry, the small and probably underfed and large eyed Harry, lying at the floor, holding his cheek covered my mind.
The boy's ears heated up as he understood where my eyes were laid on and he shook his head.
I sat down and asked: "So, you are Harry Potter?"
"Yes. I...I'm sorry!" he said, stuttering.
My eyebrows rose into my hairline.
"Why?"
"I intruded your family. I shouldn't have, Mr...?"
"Oh! I'm Ron Weasley. You shouldn't be...I mean sorry, you shouldn't be sorry at all!" I said too quickly.
He beamed and his shiny green orbits sparkled with hope. "Thank you Mr Weasley!"
I reached for his head. When he didn't flinch back, I lightly went through his jet black hair.
"It's Ron"
"Harry Potter!"
The whole hall started muttering. Harry was shaking as he walked to the brown stool. He gave me one last glance, before his head dove under the Sorting Hat.
"Slytherin!" it yelled almost immediately.
Everyone was shocked. It was absolute silence. I recovered and began to applause.
Harry smiled.
The hall was now giving him a booming cheer.
"Ronald Weasley"
I would do it.
Are you sure?
"I am", I thought.
"Slytherin!"
For Harry.
Harry was sleeping, snoring softly. After all the years, he had filled out and become a strong man, but at times his abused child's heart would come through. I would hug him and be beside him until he started to fall into sleep.
He had survived Voldemort and Dumbledore, mom and Ginny. My Harry.
I will do everything to make him happy.
For Harry, I will give up the world.
