Hey! I saw that I had forgotten to tell you about which year this is supposed to be... I'm sorry, I thought I had written in, but of course I forgot.

Well, it's supposed to be after his third year, and I guess it could be the forth year. He is not supposed to have entered the Triwizard tournament, so it's kind of his forth year, but a new story to it.

Well, the adventure slowly starts in the next chapter, so this is sort of a reunion chapter, not one with much action...

Hope you'll enjoy!

~ The world could be unfair, at least to the boy with the lightning scar on his forehead... ~

It was when I spotted the redheads amongst the crowds I actually felt even more joyfull than I had been before.

And I thought that was impossible, but here I am, grinning wider that ever.

"Harry! I thought you would never come, mate!" one of the redheads shouted teasingly, causing everybody else to stare.

Harry didn't mind though, he couldn't care less. He would also have shouted, hadn't it been for Ron doing it first. But who cared? They hadn't seen each other for a couple of months, and Harry barely survived them! He had been so bored the whole time, but with Ron and his twin brothers...

...that promblem will be too easily solved.

I ran towards then, and got a huge hug from Miss. Weasley. I couldn't spot her husband, or her daughter, only her three youngest sons. The redheads stood out of the crowd, so even without Ron's yelling, I would easily have found them amongst the other muggles, witches ad wizards.

I got a huge grin from Ron, and mirrored his expression. He was slightly taller than last time I saw him, and his red hair had gotten shaggier. His freckles were quite much the same, and the boy was not that different either. He was a little insecure, and terrified for spiders - he screamed when he saw one pass us - so he was actually the exact same boy I left.

Only the fact that he had some sort of expression on his face sometimes - a face I couldn't read - made him a little different from last time.

It was like he knew something, or at least thought he knew. He often got stuff wrong, misunderstood it. He usually judged a spellbook by the spells, not really thinking how the spell could turn out. He didn't do it on purpose, he just...did.

"So, what have you been doing this summer?" I asked Ron, and immediately his face grew into a proud-ish smile.

"I have practiced my potion making," he told me, but when I raised an eyebrow he continued. "Well, I've practiced how to follow a recipe. I helped mom making dinner, she told be that knowing how to follow a recipe would help me a long way..." he said.

"I think she just wanted som help Ron, I'm not sure if that actually will help you," I said with a laugh.

"Oh, I know that. I just wanted to make sure that I made the strawberry cake, and got some extra strawberries..." he said with a sneaky smile playing on his lips.

Yeah, Ron has always had a passion for strawberries, just saying. It's a good think actually, you can bribe him if you need it, and it makes a great peace offering.

I just laughed at him. He was still the same old Ron, just a slight bit taller, that's all. Height doesn't change a person, so why care about it?

When we reached platform 9, we found the entrance to the secret platform. Making sure nobody really looked, we ran towards the brick column. It may look solid, but trust me, it's not.

Like always, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as the gap between the bricks and me closed. My running body was telling me to stop what I was doing, it was crazy. Why would I run towards the column? It's like I want to end up in a hospital.

My mind told me otherwise. It told me that if I kept running, great things would happen. Luckily, the shouts from my mind were louder than the ones coming from my sprinting body.

My mind was, of course, right. After I supposedly hit the bricks, I was surrounded by red for a second. A small moment later new colors began to show them selfs, and the secret platform began to take form.

Platform 9 and 3/4.

I could see the Hogwarts express, I could see parts of my quidditch team. Where ever I looked, my eyes met fellow students.

All than I had missed, it stood before me.

Something - or, actually, someone - was missing, though.

That thought was hunted away when I saw a head with familiar bushy hair makes it's way towards the redheads and me.

"Harry! Ron! I thought you would never come!" she shouted, almost repeating what Ron had yelled earlier.

I just chuckled quietly when the girl came sprinting, with a cat at her heals. She also had one huge book under both arms, and they looked really heavy. Somehow she still managed to carry then, and I guessed she must be filled with the same excitement I had when I carried my trunk downstairs to the front door.

"Hermione!"

"Why do you carry those books? You just have a couple of hours left without them, why start now?" Ron asked curiously, even though he knew the answer.

Oddly enough, the answer never escaped Hermione's mouth, but Ron earned an eye roll from her.

We said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, and she held Ron in a tight embrace before letting him go. We quickly walked over to Hermione's parents, so she could tell her goodbyes. Then we hurried to the Hogwarts Express, and walked through the entrance - trembling.

I could tell that something wasn't right, something bad would happen. My body was screaming, screaming that something tragic was to expect.

Again, my mind told me otherwise. It said that it was nothing to worry about, that it was probably something I was imagining.

But this time my body's scream were louder than my mind's.

It all starts for real in the next chapter! Please review, it would really make me happy, but it's your choice.

Love, Riverflower!