A/N LOOK! I added to it already :P Enjoy:D


Beryl and his siblings were anticipating another story, knowing it had to be about his father this time. Hermione was only too happy to oblige.

"Shortly after Albus Dumbledore announced that your father was going to be the next Headmaster, everyone had gone out on the lawns where the end of the year feast was being held, picnic style. At the end of the day, we found ourselves traveling home aboard the Hogwarts express, ready to enjoy one final summer before our new jobs kicked in. Ron and I, however, returned to Hogwarts halfway through the summer. I was going to become the librarian, and he, of course, needed to start training with Dumbledore."


"Ah, you two have returned. I'm glad!" Dumbledore said, upon their entrance into his office. "I have a feeling that this will be another crazy year!"

Hermione looked at the man before her, knowing full well that he knew something she didn't; but she took that in stride, and pointed out that Madam Pince was waiting for her in the Library and the she needed to get moving.

"Yes, yes…go on, my dear. Mr. Weasley and I have some work to begin, as well."

"Goodbye, Headmaster."

After Ms. Granger had left the office, Albus turned to his young friend. "Ron? We must start working right away. The first thing is to find all the new students whom we will invite to this school for this coming term. Many will be easy to locate; they come from prominent wizarding families. However, others, like our friend Hermione, come from muggle families. These children are located through a special magical device invented by Helga Hufflepuff, when the school was founded. Come, let me show you."

Ron followed Dumbledore through a small door that he hadn't ever noticed before. The door opened up to reveal a flight of spiral steps, which went up into a small room in a tower. In the middle of the room sat a silver rod on a pedestal.

"This is Helga's wild magic detector. It picks up every bit of magic that a child does without realizing. For example, when our friend, Mr. Potter, accidentally freed a snake at the zoo, this device picked it up. If you look here," Albus said, pointing to a table like device, "it has produced pages of wild magic that children of the ages 10-12 have done over the past year. These students are the ones from which we find our newest wizards and witches."

The two men set to work locating the students who would receive their letters that month.


All too soon, the school term was upon them. The train would be arriving in a matter of hours, and Ron and Dumbledore were setting everything up. Hermione and Minerva came into the great hall around nine and told the two men that they needed to take a break.

"Everything will be fine, sir," Hermione told Albus. "It always is."

Albus smiled at her, and nodded.

"You are right, my dear. Why don't you take this scoundrel out and go enjoy yourselves for a little while," he said teasingly.

Ron scowled, "Professor McGonagall, I think you'll have you hands full with this monster."

The group laughed and went their separate ways.


"Well, well, well. We're finally alone by ourselves for a little while, Ms. Granger," Ron whispered in her ear mischievously. "Shall we go play?"

Hermione slyly looked at her friend, "I don't know…Can you catch me?" She turned and ran, towards her new room, deep within the castle.

Ron watched her go, but didn't stay long. He apparated too the door to her room, and was quietly waiting for her to arrive and let him in.

"Hey! No fair, the young woman cried, when she found him there.

Minutes later, however, all protests were gone, and the two young adults were passionately within each other's embrace in her room.


At ten, the train arrived, and the students started coming into the great hall, finding the teachers at the head table.

Soon, the sorting ceremony commenced and Dumbledore announced that it was time to feast, producing the food magically upon the table tops. After the feast was over, the students and teachers milled to their appropriate rooms, anticipating the beginning of classes the next day.


Ron had no sooner gotten to his room, however, when his brothers, Fred and George, appeared in his fire. Well, at least their heads did.

"Hey! Ron!"

Ron knew they were up to something, since they hadn't called him a name. "What now?"

"We've got a favor to ask you, and we'll pay you for it!" George said.

Ron, ever into the idea of saving money, looked up, interested.

"We need people to test our newest creations! Would you be willing?" Fred pleaded.

"I don't know…" Ron replied, carefully, remembering all the messes his brothers' concoctions had produced.

"We'll pay you 2 galleons for each thing you test for us."

Ron quickly decided he would. After all, his brothers HAD to of grown up some by now, right?

"Alright, I'll do it."