ANYTHING

Hi!
1st time writer so sorry if it not that good.
This chapter just sort of gets things started for the rest of the story.

Just to set things straight, this happens all after the last book of Harry Potter so the situation of most characters is the same and anything else should be explained...

Enjoy readiing!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

-RON-

Ron walked heavily up the black tiled corridors of the Ministry of Magic. His hopes of becoming a leader of people and a role model to all young wizards had all... Well... Disapperated. Half of his lip was held in a permanent sneer and the creases of frustration had scarred his forehead.

On his normal route he stopped outside a solid black door. It was the office of Blaise who had become, despite his actions in Hogwarts, a respectable minister. Through the door he heard the giggles of a young girl- Hermione. Of course his relationship with her was not going to last long but he couldn't stop himself believing that it still could.

As Ron tried to listen to what was being said his arms relaxed causing the thin pole to fall from his grasp and clang onto the floor. The talking stopped and Ron fumbled to pick the mop up and hurry down the corridor, closely followed by the magical bucket sloshing water as it slid.

The door opened and Blaise stuck his head round the corner. "Everything alright Weasley?"
Ron forced a smile through gritted teeth and nodded once before turning away and continuing up the corridor.
"I see you got the bucket spell working today", Blaise commented with a hint of sarcasm and humiliarity in his voice.
He shot an obviously fake laugh down the corridor without turning back and then pretended to mop intently before hearing the door close once again.

This horrendous excuse of a job Ron was supposedly 'lucky' to get due to his appalling, unimprovable wand skills as well as his creative enthusiasm which could only be compared to that of a walnut. So many had explained how much of an 'honour' it was to work inside the walls of the ministry. It wasn't. Many a time he would think of all the jobs that he would rather be doing, venturing as low as a tester for all of the new WW concoctions that his brothers had put together (and some of them were getting pretty nasty).

In mid-thought his eyes focused on a waving, pale hand in front of his face. "Is anyone in there?" The owner of the hand called jokingly.
"Oh. Hi Harry, I didn't see you there..." Ron tried his best to sound surprised and interested as to why Potter would have left his large office on one of the highest floors, the one of the Aurors.

Harry wore a blue-black suit with thin, slightly shinier stripes down it. His shirt was pristinely white, not so many shades off of his angular, clean shaven face. Ron looked at the ground, embarrassed to be seen with someone so good-looking whilst his messy hair, flustered face and dirty clothes only reinforced how different the two friends had become.

Harry was rambling on about something and Ron's eyes glazed over once again only to be refocused a few minutes later by another waving hand. Ron grunted at being disturbed from his day dream only to be responded with an open laugh from Harry.

"Has one of your spells backfire again Ron?"
"What? No, I don't know what you're talking about..." Ron mumbled as the creases on his forehead became increasingly indented with the irritation of everyone's mocking.
"Well ok... You should really get that vein sorted out. It doesn't look normal..." Harry said staring just above Ron's eyes where a deep blue vein protruded from just below his hair line. Ron ruffled his hair messily before raking it down into a messy fringe, desperate for the attention to be taken away.

"So, uh, what were you saying Harry?" Ron asked inquisitively, determined to change the conversation from his magic or his vein.
"Well, I was saying that I received a letter from Draco earlier today..."
"Malfoy? I thought..."
"8 months from the end of the war has passed and I think the Malfoys have finally decided to come out of hiding"
"Well what did his letter say?" Ron was surprisingly interested in something for once!
"As part of the regeneration of Hogwarts, the school have invited some of the students as trials for the new teaching staff. I have been asked to teach the Defence Against the Dark Arts and Draco has been asked to do Potions with some other Slytherins..."
"Blaise I suppose?" Ron grunted
"Yes! And Hermione has been invited to teach Charms."

Ron felt like the world had just fallen into an abyss apart from the black tile on which he stood. Everyone he knew was returning to Hogwarts by 'special invitation, and he was left here. "And Malfoy?"

"Oh yeah, he had sent me this letter to ask if I could travel with him to Hogwarts. Having been gone for so long I guess he has little people who trust him."
"What about Blaise? Why can't he travel with Blaise?" Ron jittered although he already knew the response coming...
"Oh, um, I think Blaise is travelling with Hermione separately" Harry blurted quickly whilst staring at the ground.

Ron felt deflated. There was no way he could ever match Blaise for money, job, looks, anything. He hadn't even spoken to Hermione in so long and feared that even their friendship would be lost. The still air enhanced the silence between the two young men which was growing painful with every second.

Harry, hating the awkwardness and blurted, "uh, how do I look?"
"Um, alright I guess" said Ron looking up from the floor where he had been concentrating on a small white stone in amongst the black grains of the tiles, with a confused look.
Harry laughed and pointed towards another black door, larger than the others and positioned in the centre of the corridor.

Harry slung the door open, revealing an explosion of light and cheers. He walked through onto a high, black, shiny balcony, overlooking the entrance of the Ministry. Ron peered round the corner of the door and took several minutes for his eyes to adjust to the light which he soon realised must have been over a thousand cameras.

Harry waved and posed to the cameras who's controllers cheered and called his name. Ron loathed his superiority, his power, his respect. He would give anything to be just like Harry, the chosen one, the golden boy.

Anything.

A/N ok thanks sososo much for reading this and I hope it was ok. I'll plan to update it pretty soon cause it gets a lot better and would appreciate any reviews or anything :)

-HpAwesome2143