Questions and Answers

"Ronald, Ron! Come on down!" Arthur's voice drifted up to them. Ron shot up and raced out the door, but Ronald stayed sitting on his bed for a little while longer. He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. He desperately hoped that they didn't ask questions that were too prying, as he didn't want to worry them about the death and war that would take place in the future. But they would have to find out eventually, as they would wonder what happened to George and Bill and where Fred was. Arthur called for Ron again, and this time he got up and went downstairs. He sat down on a couch and looked around at his family, young and whole.

"Any questions?" Ronald asked, and everyone said yes, yeah, definitely, and other such words of confirmation.

"How about go in age order, starting with Ginny?" he suggested, and everyone agreed.

"How did you and Hermione get together?" she asked. Ronald thought for a second. He didn't want to tell them it was at the final battle at Hogwarts just before they went into the Chamber of Secrets to collect basilisk fangs to destroy parts of Voldemort's soul, (That might lead to awkward questions) but he didn't want to lie.

"Well, we first became friends on Halloween, first year." Arthur frowned, thinking it odd that it was so specific. "And around seventh year we finally realized we liked each other as more than friends, so we got together."

"My turn?" Ron asked excitedly.

"Are you the next oldest, Ron?" Percy asked.

"Yeah."

"Then yes, it is your turn."

"Okay. Who am I friends with?" Ron asked. Ronald took a deep breath and wondered how they would react to him being best friends with the boy-who-lived.

"Well, I already told you I was friends with Hermione. And I was friends with Harry as well."

"Harry who?" Ginny asked. Ronald took another deep breath.

"Potter." Ginny gasped. Percy looked immensely surprised. The twins murmured "Blimey" in at the same time. Charlie looked incredulous. Arthur and Molly exchanged glances, a queer look on both of their faces. Ron just looked shocked.

"THE HARRY POTTER? The boy-who-lived?" Ginny asked. Ronald snorted.

"No, the other Harry Potter." Ginny rolled her eyes, but was smiling broadly. Ronald was watching Ginny, amused, unaware that Bill was watching him.

Inside Bill wished that he could believe that his little brother was actually friends with Harry Potter. But he knew that Ron wanted attention, and who was to say that Ronald was any different? This was a perfect opportunity to create a different life for yourself and have everyone believe you. And what were the chances of Ron Weasley becoming friends with the famous Harry Potter? Bill looked out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his parents looking at each other, strange expressions on their faces. Sort of a mixture of doubt, hopefulness and nostalgia. He then looked out of the corner of my other eye. It looked like Fred and George were already thinking up some brilliant prank involving Harry Potter. He cleared his throat.

"Ah, Fred, George, your turns are next." The twins looked at each other, and it seemed like they were communicating telepathically. Finally, Fred spoke up.

"What was the craziest adventure you ever got into at Hogwarts?" Ronald smiled slightly.

"There were too many to count. Would you like me to tell you one of them?" Fred nodded, and Ronald thought back to one that was exciting yet not too life-threatening.

"Well, you know Hagrid, right?" Arthur, Molly, Bill, Charlie and Percy all nodded, but Ginny and Ron shook their heads. "He's a te- the gamekeeper at Hogwarts. Well, me, Hermione and Harry (Ginny's smile got even larger) were all friends with him. And one day, he somehow managed to get a dragon egg."

"Wait, what?" Charlie demanded.

"A dragon's egg."

"Man, I wish I was there, that is so cool!" Charlie said in a breathless voice. Molly looked nervous.

"That's really dangerous, not to mention illegal! I hope you had nothing to do with that…" she trailed off at the look on Ronald's face, and sighed. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Well, anyway, it was Norwegian Ridgeback. One day Harry got a letter that it was hatching, so we all went down to his hut…after class of course," Ron added, seeing the look on his mother's face.

"It hatched, and Hagrid kept it for a little bit, but it was getting bigger and we had to get rid of it eventually. Also, Malfoy saw it and we knew he was going to rat on Hagrid eventually."

"Malfoy, as in Lucius Malfoy's son?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah." Ronald responded, and Arthur scowled.

"He's a death eater, I just know it. Oh, how I would love to get him for something…" Arthur mumbled. Ronald rolled his eyes and continued.

"So I sent a letter to you, Charlie. You work with dragons in the future."

"Yes!" Charlie cheered. Molly bit her lip nervously and gazed at Charlie.

"Charlie, it's dangerous, you know-working with dragons-maybe you would like to consider a job in the ministry, or something safer, perhaps." Molly implored. Charlie shook his head.

"Mum, I've always wanted to work with dragons." Molly sighed, and motioned for Ron to continue.

" So, the plan was we use Harry's invisibility cloak to cover us and the dragon, whose name was Norbert, and we meet you at the top of a tower and then we send Norbert on his way. However, he bit on the hand, and it swelled up and I had to go to the Hospital wing. I told Madam Pomfrey it was a dog, but I don't think she believed me."

"Yeah, of course she didn't. I'm pretty sure there aren't any poisonous dogs wandering around Hogwarts." George said.

"Well, with Hagrid there, it's always possible." Fred said.

"There have been stranger dogs at Hogwarts." Ronald mused, and everyone looked at him.

"If you want to know, ask a question about it." Ronald said. George was about to respond when Arthur gasped.

"Oh, look at the time! An hour since you got here!" Arthur exclaimed, and the entire family turned to the fireplace excitedly. A minute passed, and then two. Percy was about to ask if the clock was off when Ginevra (The older Ginny would be called Ginevra, the younger one Ginny) popped out of the fireplace and landed on the floor.