The Weasley family was standing in front of the part of the Potter family. Albus Severus ran down the stairs and almost bumped into his sister. "Ah, Albus deary, go get your brother James please!" said Ginny, turning her eyes to her son and running a hand through his hair. She turned her eyes back at their best friends, examining each of them one by one.
Hugo, who was Lily's age, kept his eyes fixed on the young girl. By seeing his clothes, it was obvious that Hermione had chosen them. He wore a neat white shirt with black pants and his hair were perfectly seperated. He wore shoes Ginny guessed he would never wear normally. His sister, Rose, who was standing next to him, was about Albus Severus' age. She was staring at her brother, like if he was an idiot. Of course, Rose had inherited of the intelligence of her mother. Hugo, him, looked much more like Ron, but still was almost as intelligent as his mother. Rose wore a cute blue dress that Ginny guessed Hermione had chosen as well. But the difference was that Rose looked perfectly comfortable in that oufit.
Hermione had this bright smile of hers upon her lips as she looked at Ginny then to Harry. She wore a lime green and pink spring dress and her hair ,that she had obliviously tried to be sleek, were tied up in a ponytail that finished in the middle of her back. Ginny could only guess where it finished when they were untied. Ron, him, looked much more comfortable with the clothes he was wearing. He actually wore jeans with a black shirt and the three top buttons of it were unbuttoned. His hands were stuck in his jeans pocket and he was smiling at Harry.
Finally, Albus Severus came back with James and they all went in the living room...
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Ah, midnight. The greatest time in the whole day to take a bit of fresh air. It had always been the favorite hour of Ryan. Everything seemed so calm. Of course, some cars were passing in the streets but not much. It had happened once that somebody had stopped to tell him to get down and had called the police. It was the first time Ryan's power had shown up. He had risen into the air and passed by the window in the back of the building where he had first came out by. Of course, the ministry of magic had been obliged to erase the man's memory... A story the young Ryan would always remember.
He came down from the roof and laid back down on his bed. The other boys in the dormitory where he stayed all day long were already sleeping. But Riddle was a nocturnal creature who would stay awake all night and sleep during the day. Oh, let me reassure you. He wasn't a vampire, oh no! Just... A bit... Strange? Yes, strange. Anyways, he was definately different from the other boys who lived with him, here, in the orphanage...
The little breeze coming inside from the window made Ryan shiver a little bit but didn't make any move to close it. God knew he couldn't wait to be a wizard, to use his wand to, for example, close this window without having to stand up. He simply couldn't wait to learn all of those things at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
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Harry was sitting in an armchair, Ginny on the arm. Their three kids were occuping the first couch and the Weasleys were taking the other one, the larger. A bright smile was printed on each of their faces. They hadn't seen each other in a while, except from Harry and Ron, who were both working at the Ministry. When Ginevra stood up, all the eyes turned to her. She looked at the 5 kids and told them they could go play in the basement, if they wanted. Hermione and Ginny went in the kitchen mainly to check the supper, but also to talk about everything they had done since they had last seen each other. Of course, they could've seen each other earlier, on Diagon Alley, for example, but Ginny knew how Hermione must have been busy with preparing all the stuff for Hogwarts. Ginny having three kids, she knew how messy it could get sometimes.
The two young men stayed in the living room talking about the wizarding world and how it was going. Harry had become like a 'reference' since he had defeated Lord Voldemort to the Minister for Magic. But the reality was that he didn't know much more than everybody else. Sure, he was interested in what was going on, but didn't know pretty much anything about the events in the Wizarding World right now.
-Nothing new? Ron asked, sitting in a wooden chair next to his best friend.
-No... Ron, I've already told you, I'm not really a reference. Just that the Minister feels to insecure, Harry responded, looking down at his feet. He was tired that everybody was asking him about a certain new dark lord rising. Harry was pretty much sure that there was still death eaters waiting for a new dark lord to guide them, but he didn't know if this dark lord would ever come.
-Ok, man, relax. Just asking, Ron said. But I'm pretty much sure that the death eaters are waiting for nothing. Seriously, Harry, do you really think tha another dark lord will rise? The Wizarding World won't let this happen. They're much too vigilant to let another dark lord rise.
-Yeah, well... I seriously don't know Ron, Harry said, looking up once more. Maybe you're right though, about the Wizarding World.
Harry could hear Hermione and Ginny giggling in the kitchen as he tried to think. Everything was still too confused, he couldn't give aproper answer to any question. He saw Ron standing up and going into the kitchen with the girls. He didn't quite know what he would do without those three. He would just be so lost.