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Chapter Two:

Harry stood in a hallway just inside the door of the Weasley house. It was not a mansion, though it was rather large and very nice. Ron was proud of his home, and of his family name. They were a long line of Pure-blood Wizards and Witches who were known for being peaceful, fair-minded people. They did not abuse their power as Pure-bloods, a trait which many higher-class families blamed the family's lack of success upon. Sure, they had plenty of money and a good home, but they were not considered elite.

Sometimes Ron wished they had more, and that he could get things done by merely stating his name, as many other families could do. But he had decided years ago that he didn't want to be cruel to accomplish this. His parents had taught him well.

Ginny began undoing the buttons of her robe as she ran up the stairs to her bedroom, emerging minutes later in a thinner, shorter version of it. Midday was approaching and the weather was becoming warmer. She stood beside Ron and waited for their parents to come to the hall and see Harry.

Ron was busy asking Harry questions, such as "How long have you been blind?" and "Why didn't they cast a vision spell on you as soon as your eyes started to fail you?"

Harry seemed a little more patient than before, and they wondered if maybe he simply felt more comfortable off the streets and in an actual home. "As far as I know, I was born this way. I didn't even know the problem could be fixed for years, and even then I didn't have a wand or know how to do the spell."

"I could fix it," Ginny told him.

"All right then. Fix it."

Ron blinked. "You can do a spell that complicated?"

"Of course I can. It's really pretty simple." She stood directly in front of Harry and placed her hands on the sides of his head, right beside his eyes. She whispered something that almost sounded poetic, then stood back and drew her wand. "The first part was just a small charm to direct the spell specifically to your eyes, and to prepare them for what comes next." Ginny spoke a spell loudly, pointing her wand at Harry's face.

Suddenly Harry felt warmth spread across his entire body. It felt soft and comforting. Then there was light, clear and pure in his eyes. Before, he had only seen small flashes of vision, most often very brief and sometimes in black and white. Now, as he opened his eyes, it seemed as if he were truly seeing the world for the first time.

Two faces were before him, one slightly familiar. He had seen Ginny in a quick flash as she was being dragged to the pub. Now he could see her very clearly, and see Ron for the first time. He was amazed at how similar they looked, and wondered if they were in fact twins. Flame-colored hair framed each freckled, but soft-lined face. Incredibly dark, shiny eyes peered at him curiously, eager to know the result of Ginny's spell. The only differences Harry could immediately spot was that Ron was much taller than Ginny, and had hair that barely grazed his shoulders whereas Ginny's fell to at least mid-back. Both had a certain innocent beauty to them.

"Well?" Ron asked, "Did it work or not?"

"I think so. I can see you two just fine. Are you twins?"

Ron looked taken aback. "Ginny's a year younger than me! We don't even look alike!"

"Yes you do. You're nearly identical. Give the girl some stilts and you a wig, no one could tell you apart."

Ginny laughed at the thought. "What's wrong, Ron? Am I so ugly?"

Ron was going red, though Harry suspected it was from frustration. "Of course not! I'm just not thrilled to hear someone say I look like a girl."

Ginny seemed amused. "Maybe he thinks I look like a boy."

Harry shook his head. "No, no. You're missing the point. Neither of you look like the opposite sex, at least to me. You just look like each other."

Ron sighed. "That doesn't even make sense."

"It does to me," Ginny smiled.

The three of them fell silent when Ron's parents walked in. Harry thought they looked far too casual to be Pure-bloods. Ron's father smiled at him. "So this is Harry?"

Ginny threw an arm around Harry and nodded. "He's not blind anymore. I fixed that little problem."

"You did?" their father asked. "That's wonderful. So how do you like your sight, Harry?"

Harry's eyes shifted reflexively around the room. "It's quite nice, actually. Much better than foggy gray or plain black."

Ron's mother looked at him kindly. "How old are you, dear?"

Harry shrugged. "Not sure. I figure eighteen or so."

"Oh, you're the same age as our Ron."

Ron looked off to the side, unsuccessfully feigning apathy.

"And you're Half-blood?" the father asked.

"Yep."

"What happened to your parents?" the mother asked.

"No idea."

Mrs. Weasley blinked. "Do you even remember them?"

"Nope."

Mrs. Weasley said nothing else about it, but her face spoke volumes of pity.

Mr. Weasley took over from there. "As our household servant, you will have many duties. You will work in the garden and inside the house. You will keep the place up nicely. You will also have many privileges. You'll be provided with a room of your own and all the necessities, like food and robes. You'll also be paid well, and have the freedom to leave whenever you wish. Stay until you earn enough money to support yourself, or continue to work here into old age. As long as your perform your duties, you'll be welcome here."

Harry stared at him. "It's that simple?"

Ron's father nodded.

Harry smiled again, and Ron wondered if anyone else noticed how charmless it was.

Ginny took hold of Harry's hand. "I'll take you to your room," she told him, half-dragging him up the stairs, "It's just down the hall from mine."

Ron's eyes became more and more narrow. Suddenly he was imagining Harry creeping into Ginny's room at night, taking advantage of his sister's beauty and softness. He slapped his forehead. He had to stop thinking about the various ways people could sexually assault Ginny. He told himself it was only natural for him to be overprotective of his little sister, but a little nagging voice in his head asked him if protectiveness was all there was to it.

He could hear Ginny giggling upstairs, and soft footsteps going from room to room. Then words floated down to his ears, of which "Ron's room" could be picked out. "Surely to God she's not taking him in my room," Ron muttered, climbing the stairs quickly.

He dashed down the hall at the sight of his bedroom door open. Upon arriving in the doorway he found Harry laying across his bed, one ankle crossed over the other and feet swinging along to their own rhythm. Ginny was sitting on the edge of the bed beside him, smiling and laughing. "What the fuck is he doing in my bed?!" Ron screamed, his blood boiling.

Ginny's smile disappeared. "I was showing him around. It's no big deal, Ron."

"No big deal?! That… that bum is laying in my bed with my sister in my room! He's a servant for God's sake! He has his own room!"

Harry stood up and put his hands on his hips. "You're not 'that kind of Pure-blood', right?"

Ron's mouth draped open, remembering his earlier declaration. "This has nothing to do with you being a Half-blood!" he finally said.

Harry laughed. "Riiight. Then what does it have to do with? You've had your knickers in a wad ever since Ginny invited me to stay at your house. I suppose you're nice to Half-bloods when you need their help to save your sister's life."

Ron looked from Harry to Ginny, who was staring at him accusingly. "Ron, tell me that's not what this is about! I thought we all agreed that Half-bloods and Muggle-borns are just the same as us…"

"I already told you! It has nothing to do with him being Half-blood!"

Harry laughed again. "Oh, I get it now. You're jealous."

Ron's face went scarlet. "Of you?! Why the hell would I be jealous of you?!"

Harry put his arm around Ginny. "Maybe because I'm stealing your little sister right out from under your nose?"

Ginny blinked. "What do you mean by that?"

Ron couldn't imagine how he could ever be any redder than he was at that moment. "You're crazy!" Ron yelled, and stormed out of the room, leaving a smirking Harry and a very confused Ginny behind.

Ron found himself in the garden, sitting in a wooden chair, chin in his palms. He admitted it; he was sulking. He hated the thought of Harry upstairs, alone with Ginny, but how could he stop it without looking like the bad guy? Even he didn't understand why he was so upset with Harry, how could he expect Ginny to understand? The only thing he knew was that something about Harry told him not to trust him. There was something malevolent sparkling in those emerald eyes, something that was beautiful, yet dangerous. He couldn't place it, but he knew it was there. He just wished Ginny could see it.

Finally Ron decided that he had to pull himself together. Moping around in the garden probably wouldn't help the situation much. All he could do was tolerate Harry until he found out more about him, and what it was that made him seem like bad news.

He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes as he was walking toward the house. He was stepping a bit faster than usual, and turned a sharp corner around some hedges. He ran right into Harry, who had been instructed to familiarize himself with the garden. The two of them tumbled to the ground in a mess of limbs and tangled robes. The landed awkwardly, Ron on top of Harry and their heads nearly smashed together. It took a moment for Ron to realize that his lips were pressed firmly against Harry's. For almost a full two seconds, Ron was frozen in shock. He'd never kissed a boy before, even if it was on accident, nor had he ever desired to do so. It felt strange, different from kissing a girl. The lips were soft and moist, though strong and firm against his.

Ron then jerked himself up, staring at Harry in a sort of horrified expression. Harry stood up slowly and dusted himself off. "Make a habit of trying to rape the servants?"

Ron opened his mouth to protest, but Harry interrupted him. "Or was that an accident? I thought it was at first, but you were awfully slow to pull away."

Ron was red again. "I was… I was stunned!"

"Never kissed anyone before?"

"Never kissed a boy before," Ron corrected.

"Ah, I see. Should I be flattered that I'm your first?"

Ron looked at him as if he'd just sprouted a pair of cat ears and long, swishing tail. "It was an accident! We ran into each other! I didn't even know it was you!"

Harry shrugged and walked on past Ron. "Whatever you say," he muttered, disappearing around another corner. Ron stared after him, his mouth hanging wide open.

When Ron finally recovered from the shock, he reached up a hand and touched his lips. They were burning hot, from the pressure he assumed, and if he thought about it, he could still feel Harry's lips on them. He decided then to stop thinking about it. He hoped that he could just forget the whole incident, but worried that Harry might mention it to Ginny. How humiliating that would be! He'd have to be very careful from now on. Harry Potter was definitely not a normal boy.

Note: Someone said in the reviews that Harry is a Pure-blood. Actually, there is some confusion about his status in the books. Two different characters (Hagrid and Tom Riddle) have said that Harry is Half-Blood. No one has said that he is Pure-Blood. Personally, I assumed he was Pure-Blood (without noticing the comments made by Hagrid and Tom) until I read an interesting article about it at the Harry Potter Lexicon. So since it's not really certain whether he is Pure or Half, I decided to make him a Half-blood for this story.