Wow. I realize that I've been inconsistent with posting. I've gotten really busy, I know that's a bad excuse, but it's true. It seems you guys really like this story! I've been getting a lot of nice comments. Thanks guys!
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The days went by and soon Ron had forgotten about the story. His dad would get home late, fall asleep, eat, then go back to work. As summer approached, the Hogwarts list of supplies for Percy, Charlie, and Bill came flying in. The Weasleys' were crodwed around the breakfast table when Errol, their ancient bird, crashed into the jam jar. Wiping off the jelly from the owl, Mrs. Weasley handed the letters out.
"Ok everyone, get ready. We're going to get our school supplies early this year," she shooed the red heads away and began to magic dirty plates into the kitchen sink. Ron was over joyed. He had been to Hogsmeade before, but usually he was too young to understand what was happening, he pretended to brush his teeth to impress his mother, pulled on a Chudley Cannons Player In Progress t-shirt that was a few years old but fit well. Rushing after his brothers, they waited in front of the fireplace as their mother flung what looked like ash, to make the fire place roar green. They entered the fire, and the entire family was soon standing in the Leaky Cauldron's Floo Network connected fireplace. Them, along with other wizards and witches casually chatted and exited the crowded pub to Diagon Alley.
Ron looked around, taking in the view. He had scene it before, of course, but not that he could remember so clearly. Shops and taverns were stacked close together, selling such a variety of goods. One witch pushed a cart through the streets with a neon sign Spellotaped to the side reading 'Curse- repelling Candles, Protect and scent!' Fred snickered, while rolled his eyes mumbling how he should report that. They stopped to have the three oldest do their shopping with Mrs. Weasley, while Ron, George, and Fred went with to look around. Ron wandered to a window that was being surrounded by other young wizards, while the twins were arguing with their father on why a new owl was essential.
"Woah!" Ron gasped. In the shelf for the window, the newest broomstick model was laying on a specially designed case.
"The Cleansweep3001! Fastest model of the year!" The young wizards exchanged probably untrue gossip. Ron listened in.
"I heard that a wizard stood on and took off so fast they never found him!" A teenaged wizard said to scare the kids. It didn't work
"I bet that me mum wouldn't want me to ride it," a Scottish boy around Rons age said, staring with wide eyes. At the shelf. Ron nodded and stared too. Suddenly, behind the window, the Shopkeeper picked up the expensive broom with the case carefully.
"Oi! Where are they taking it?" The teen shouted along with the rest with yells of disapproval. The door to the shop opened, and the case with the broom went first, floating as if on invisible wheels. A platinum blonde boy who seemed about 5 or six, with an upturned nose and a sneering expression strode out, followed by what must be the father, they looked identical, but the father had longer hair and carried a cane. The wizards who were goggling at the broom from behind the window looked at the pair with jealous loathing.
"Ron! There you are! I thought I would have to tell your mother I lost you! I-" Mr. Weasley said
"Arthur," the father of the blonde boy strode over to , tapping his cane obnoxiously.
"Lucius," nodded, clearly annoyed. They engaged into an awkward conversation, while the son marched to Ron. Not saying anything, he clearly put emphasis on the fact that he had a nice new broom. Ron looked enviously at it. On the smooth black handle. The words 'Draco' had been carved. The adults stopped talking, and soon left. grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him away from the store, muttering under his breath.
"Dad?" Asked Ron
"Yes Ronald?" Arthur only used Ron's full name when he was aggravated
"Can I get a new broom too?" He looked up at his father with pleading eyes. Arthur stopped walking and sighed
"Ron, we can't really afford a new broom at the moment, you can have Bill's old one," he continued to walk. Ron looked sadly at his feet. Looking around, he noticed everywhere that witches and wizards were buying new things. New school supplies, new pets, toys, brooms. He looked up to see George being refused a box of chocolate frogs by his mom. An odd feeling whirred in Ron's stomach. He had always known that his family wasn't rich, but he had never thought that other people were. He assumed it was normal to be unable to buy new items because of the price. As his family went into a second-hand robe store, Ron sat outside. He kicked his scuffed shoes at tiny rocks and after a few minutes, got bored. He stood up and began to trace the cracks in the brick wall. He was absentmindedly tracing and staring into space when he felt an odd texture. He looked closer and saw writing. Ron was learning to read, and it took him a few minutes to sound the words out. In old looking ink, someone had scribbled the words 'Voldemort still lives' Ron was confused. What was a Voldemort? He thought.
"Come on Ron, we need to get home before the dragon stew spoils," Mrs, Weasley grabbed Ron's wrist, and after a count they all disappeared into the green flames and back to their house.
At dinner, everything was normal. All of the Weasleys were chewing happily, when Ron metaphorically dropped a bomb
"What's a Voldemort?" He asked randomly, when there was a lull in conversation. All spoons dropped and jaws dropped, and all faces turned to Molly, Arthur, and Ron.
"What?" Ron asked, confused.
"Where did you hear that, Ronald?" mr. Weasley tried to say calmly.
"Uh.. Someone wrote in in Diagon Alley. What's wrong with it?"
Arthur sighed. "Ronald, Never say ...Voldemort," He shuddered when he said it. "They call him He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It was about time you learned," Arthur drew a deep breath. "A long time ago, a wizard went very bad. No one knows why but he did. And he killed many people. A lot of people are scared of him, that if you say his name he'll come back. that's rubbish, but still,"
"What happened to V- Uh.. he-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" Ron was shaking a bit. He looked with scared eyes at his father
"About 4 years ago, before you could talk Ron, You were 1 ½, I think… He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named went to kill a family because… Well no one knows exactly why. I think because the family was against him, any way, he goes to kill the family, when something wonderful, yet weird happens. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named killed the mother and father, and he was going to kill the boy, The boy was only 1 year old, mind you, and.. The curse rebounded and killed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,"
Ron was astounded. "Why? How!?" He questioned
"Well, like I said. It's a mystery. All they know is that the boy's name is Harry Potter, but we're not sure where he is now, probably with Dumbledore, being protected. Well, it's getting late, off to bed Ron," Arthur rushed Ron to his room, and Ron could hear a slight argument between his parents. Ron didn't sleep much, but he thought a lot about the poor boy with no mom or dad.
Dang, It took me a few weeks to finish up that. Well, tomorrow's my Birthday! YAY! I hope you enjoyed the chapter, Keep being cool!
