Chapter One

It was June and most of her friends where enjoying the rising temperatures while she had to stay in bed and alone with herself and her books. It had begun with one she didn't want to read back when she was in th hospital and the doctors told her she might never be able to walk again.

You can't do this and can't do that – were soon to be replaced by those who weren't muggles.

Back when the books on a young wizard were published she had walked by not caring for another unrealistic boy exploring his superpowers and find his true love in the moment of his greatest fame and saving her in an act of impossible heroism.

No, Nina wasn't a great fan of reading and jumped from chapter one to the last page until she was with three others in one room in which she wasn't a child anymore. The conversations of the others were about topics she still felt too young to join to and so she took the book off the nightstand and looked at the boy who got left by the hospital's personal library lady. She had left a book on each table and while tales of love and murder were out of her hands Nina was stuck with a boy and his glasses.

The first two books she read in the hospital and begged a friend to bring her his copies for the time Nina was ordered to stay in bed. Another two books later she had her personal favourite characters and was drifting even more into the world of Hogwarts.

After each book she felt empty and wanted more. Her hand stroke the remaining books and stroke the cover of the remaining copies to fill her time in bed with joy. Her eyes stayed open for as long as she could keep them until letting go and walking through the halls of Hogwarts herself.

Her dreams were filled with explositions of spells and Weasley toys before she woke up and left her bed. One step after another she slowly walked to the bathroom on the other end of the corridor where a look into the mirror showed her the smile had stayed all night.

"This book is the best medicine ever" Her smile grew wider and she looked down to the broken bone which was hidden beneath a white cover to keep it safe.

If she had magic her leg would heal in no time but instead she had to recover at least for another four weeks. She had to eat something before she would start reading the next book. In her mind she made a list of things she needed for the next week and wanted to ask a friend or the shop to take it home for her.

At least this muggles could do very well. Especially in difficult situation they always knew how to solve anything and didn't give up. "Yes, we all are heroes too. We are like the minor characters and still we win"

Nina made herself laugh and used her new energy boost to make it to the kitchen where she risked a view outside. No, there were no wizards but at least her coffee machine was as good as magic and helped her to wake her mind to see the real world before another amount of hours was going to be spent at Hogwarts.

She had almost finished her cup when someone passed by her window. Every day people walked by but this one was different. Something about him made her knock from the inside of the glass to get the man's attention but he didn't turn around.

"No – wait, Mister!" Nina shouted after him and hurried to the door as fast as she could but once her hand reached the knob and pushed the white painted wood open it was already too late.

The stranger was gone and had left no trace to follow him.

She sighed staring into the direction he left before her view turned to her leg. "I was only too slow because of you. Gosh, sometimes I wish it was really possible to freeze time and whatnot"

She returned to the kitchen which cost another amount of her time before she returned to her bed and the books of the boy with glasses and his friends.

"Ron... I'm sure that stranger looked like Ron and he is on his way back to Hogwarts" She smiled and grabbed the next novel to read.

"Back in business, Weasley?"

The stranger followed a voice to the back end of the pub where his old friend sat in the corner wih a pine of beer. "Seamus, what are you doing here?"

"Well, we all try to live our life, don't we?" Seamus invited Ron to sit and both drank together like in old times. "I see you have your brothers' box of adventures with you? I heard about the travelling explosion master but is that all that you do?"

"We all try to live our life, didn't you just say that?" The friends spoke a toast and finished their beer and after a longer chat they parted outside the pub and each returned to their own life and walking through the streets like strangers with no place to go while the whole world knew their story written in seven books and not telling the whole story.

Ron kept a copy of the last book in his brothers' box of adventures but he never read it after the first time. The version of the book was a great one and it was telling a tale he enjoyed more than the truth since the truth wasn't as heroic as the golden boy and his victory over You-Know-Who.

In truth everything happened differently but no one of them ever talked about it.