Searching for Treasure

Authors Note: Hey everyone! Firstly thank you to mclaughlin for the lovely review! And I hope that you and everyone else enjoy chapter number 2!! Please please please R&R! xxxx

Chapter 2: Hammers, Lagers and Number Two's

Ronald Weasley marched into the bathroom; baby in one hand, tool box in the other. It was the first day of his two month holiday which, as Hermione kept reminding him, was also the first day of his DIY jobs. He had decided to start with the bathroom shelf as it seemed like the easiest option. How hard could banging a few nails be?

He settled his daughter, Ella Weasley, in her bouncer on the floor next to where he would be working and laid out his tools. Then he analysed the shelf.

"It doesn't look too hard does it Ella? I don't think it will take too long,'' he said, trying to convince himself rather than the three month baby.

Ella gurgled and snuggled down for a snooze whilst her daddy began to take the shelf off the wall.

He successfully detached it and then took out the hammer. He hated this muggle invention. It always seemed heavier on one side and therefore made it damn near impossible to balance in his hand. Then there was the small issue of it never hitting the nail on the head. It would hit the side or above, but never on top. Could Muggles do anything right?

He positioned the nail carefully and held it in place before gently tapping it with the hammer.

"Piece of cake!'' he muttered to himself.

"Ron where are you?''

"OOOOWWWW!!''

The un-expectant sound of Harry's voice startled Ron causing him to hammer his thumb and Ella to wake up and start wailing.

"Oh sorry mate, I didn't know you were doing some DIY!'' apologised Harry snickering.

"That is why you don't just apparate into peoples houses! Damn it Harry don't you remember when I apparated in on you and Ginny on your anniversary that time?'' said Ron nursing his injury.

Harry instantly stopped and picked up Ella.

"Sorry Ella, Uncle Harry didn't mean to scare you.''

Ron picked up his wand and muttered a spell on his throbbing thumb, instantly feeling the relieving sensation. Then he waved it at the wonky shelves and packed his tools away. Harry gave him a reproachful look.

"What?''

"Ron mate, you and I both know that Hermione wants you to do

this stuff, without magic...''

"Yes but she wouldn't want me to injure myself further would she? Anyway it's not like she's going to find out is it?''

Harry said nothing and followed his friend downstairs and into the kitchen, Ella in his arms, knowing that Hermione would indeed find out and it would be Ron's funeral when she did!

"So, what brings you here?'' Ron asked as the men sat down at the table; lagers in hand and Ella in her play pen in the living room.

"Well I managed to have yet another argument with your sister, but besides that nothing.''

Ron sighed and took a large sip.

"What did you do now?''

"What makes you think that it was me?''

"Harry, I have been a married man for two years. If I have learnt anything in that time it is this; no matter how right we as men think we are, we are always and will always be wrong.''

Harry stared at his friend. He hated to admit it, but he was right.

"That was deep Ron, I'm surprised!''

"Thank you, I do try!''

There was a pause.

"So, what did you do?''

"She was there talking to me about the bloody venue for her engagement party to bloody Colin Creevey and I guess I just lost it.''

"Why?''

"You try hearing your ex go on and on about her relationship to another man! You wouldn't like it if Hermione did it!''

"True I wouldn't, but if we had split up for a total of almost two and a half years and I didn't love her I wouldn't care as much.''

"Meaning?''

Ron took another sip letting the refreshingly cool drink soothe his now dry throat.

"Meaning that you obviously still feel something for her!''

"That is ridiculous Ron! Ginny is my ex girlfriend for a reason, and I do not want her back.''

"Ok, ok calm down, gosh! Look I really don't know what to say. Talk to Hermione, she's always good with these things...''

Suddenly the familiar sound of Ella's crying filled their ears. Ron got up and went into the living room to see what was wrong.

"Harry,'' he yelled after a minuet.

Harry walked into the room to find Ron holding Ella at arms length, a weary expression on his face, and a concentrated expression on Ella's.

"What's wrong?''

Ron looked at Ella and then at Harry who put two and two together...

"No, no way, I told you when Hermione was pregnant that Uncle Harry does not do nappies!''

"Please Harry!''

"No! I thought you knew how to change nappies anyway!''

"I do, it's just that I think she's done a bit more than a number two, if you know what I mean!''

Harry sighed and looked at Ron's pleading face. Why was it always him?