A/N: Hey! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Wow, you guys are awesome! Here's another chapter, another conversation. Kind of along the same lines, but hopefully with enough of a different spin to be interesting.

"So this is weird, right?" Charlie Weasley said over his shoulder as he flopped down on what he was pretty sure was George's bed with a colossal groan of bedsprings.

Bill glanced over at him, his lanky frame sprawled over the other bed, a magazine Charlie knew only too well was only charmed to read Quidditch Illustrated dangling from one hand.

"A bit weird," he agreed nonchalantly. "I mean, we haven't been home like this in, what has been now? Three years?"

Charlie nodded. "I keep thinking we'll have to chase Fred and George out of our stuff and pretend we can't see Ron and Ginny being spies."

"But Ronnie's closeted away in his room writing to his girlfriend and the famous Harry Potter, Ginny's probably nicking one of our brooms right now to go for an unauthorized fly, and I got this magazine from Fred's stuff," Bill grinned, waving the disguised magazine around. "Our baby brothers are growing up, Charlie."

Charlie raised an impressed eyebrow. "I suppose they learn from the best. But no kidding about the growing up stuff. Can you believe a sane person actually hired Perce?"

Bill snorted. "Yeah, his credentials are a mile high. The real question is how long they'll be able to stand him. From the sound of it, he's already so far up his boss's –"

A knock interrupted Bill's next words. Bill hastily chucked the magazine under the bed while Charlie, snickering, went to open the door.

"Ron?" he said in surprise as the door swung back to reveal his youngest brother shifting slightly nervously from foot to foot on the landing. "What's up?"

"Think I could have a word?" Ron asked, sliding past Charlie into the twins' bedroom and perching on the desk.

Bill and Charlie exchanged raised eyebrows.

"Sure," Bill said curiously, straightening up.

Ron took a breath as though steeling himself before starting to speak. "So you know my friends are coming with us to the Quidditch World Cup, yeah?"

"Yup," Charlie said bemusedly.

"Well, Hermione's arriving tomorrow and we're getting Harry the day before the match whether his aunt and uncle like it or not, and… there's just some things you need to know." Ron looked up at his brothers seriously.

Bill and Charlie exchanged another look. It was rare for either of them to see their youngest brother serious at all. That was normally Percy's territory. And what did he mean 'whether Harry's aunt and uncle liked it or not'? Were they planning on kidnapping him or something if he wasn't allowed to go?

"Alright, shoot," Bill said finally, turning back to Ron.

"Well, first of all, don't be weird around him," Ron began.

"I won't be, but Charlie can't help it," Bill said slyly. A pillow came soaring across the room to smack him in the face.

"Not what I mean," Ron said impatiently. "I mean don't treat him like The-Boy-Who-Lived. Don't act like he's famous. He's just my friend, Harry, got it?"

Ron sounded so authoritative that Bill and Charlie had to work hard to hide smirks. It was just too easy to imagine their six-year-old brother using that tone trying to boss them around. But obviously this was something Ron wanted them to take seriously, so Charlie nodded and Bill said " 'Course. Mum'd give us a tongue lashing if we were out of line."

"But you know what everyone does the first time they meet him?" Ron went on. "They look right at his scar first. Don't do that, he hates it."

"Promise," Charlie said, crossing his heart.

Ron rolled his eye at his brother. "I mean it, Charlie. How would you like it if the first thing everyone did when they saw you was stare at your forehead?"

"We won't even look at his scar, Ron," Bill assured his brother. "Is that all you wanted to tell us?"

"No," Ron mumbled. "There's some other stuff. Harry, well, he's a little jumpy sometimes. Like around loud noises or if you touch him. He doesn't really like people touching him. Especially if he doesn't know you're there."

Bill and Charlie nodded, glancing at each other again out of the corners of their eyes.

"And, if you guys are gonna be mental and, you know, wrestle with each other and make up war cries and stuff, can you maybe get it out of your system now or wait until Harry has a chance to get used to you? Only shouting sort of freaks him out unless he's used to you."

"Blimey, he's a complicated bloke," Charlie commented, running a hand through his hair.

Ron shrugged.

"He's alright. He really is normal. I just don't want you lunatics scaring away my best mate," he added, smirking at his brothers, for the first time dropping his seriousness.

"If you haven't managed to yet, I think we'll be okay," Bill shot back, leaning forward to cuff Ron round the head.

Ron dodged out of the way, grinning. "Maybe. Just keep in mind what I said, yeah?"

"Sure thing," Charlie nodded.

"Yeah, not a problem," Bill added.

Satisfied, Ron nodded to his brothers and shuffled out of the room, looking like he was relieved to have gotten that out of the way.

Bill and Charlie looked at each other again.

"Well, that's a side of ickle Ronniekins I've never seen before," Charlie commented. "It's like he's getting responsible and thoughtfull."

"Weird, right?" Bill agreed."Did you have a hard time not seeing the little six-year-old who used to come banging in here to tell us no one was allowed to touch his stuff anymore 'cause it always got broken?"

Charlie nodded. "It's like he grew up without us."

"I reckon he did," Bill said quietly. "Him and Ginny both."

They were quiet for a moment. Then Charlie said, "What d'you think's… up with Harry? I mean, from what Dad said last summer when we all came to see you and the way Ron was talking just now. He said Dad's going to pick him up from his relatives 'whether they like it or not'."

"I dunno," Bill shrugged. "But the kid's an orphan, isn't he? I mean, you don't really think about the person behind the story until you actually meet him, but I can't imagine having your parents killed when you're a baby is an easy thing to deal with. And from what Mum and Dad and the twins have let on, Harry's biggest concerns at school aren't always exams and Quidditch matches. I suppose being his best mate makes you grow up a bit."

"Ron's doing us proud, isn't he?" Charlie murmured, running a hand through his hair. "Blimey, I just sounded like granddad. But he's got to be pretty loyal if he's got the guts to come in here and tell his big brothers the score when it comes to his friend."

"Yeah, I reckon Harry Potter got pretty lucky with Ronnie as one of his best friends," Bill said, smiling slightly.

A/N:So what did you think of that? One more conversation to go! Any guesses who it might be with? :D stay tuned!