It was around noon, when Henry's Ferry reached Dover.
He had left his apartment and his friends in rue behind this morning and even though officially he was just going to England temporally to find help with his memory loss, he felt like he wouldn't come back again.
It was a cold and bright winter day and Henry stayed a moment at the docks watching ships and listening to the waves and the cries of the seagulls before starting his way towards the train station.
There were still three hours left until his train left and so he got himself a coffee in a paper cup and at down in the sun in front of the building.
Around six hours would it take until he reached the county Devon and from the train station in Exeter there he'd get picked up by one of his brother...that at least was the plan.
Henry was still not sure if he could trust his "family" with things like punctuality. They didn't seem exactly used to non-magic ways of doing things.

Henry had known that Fred (he still couldn't bring himself to call him James, like the boy's biological mother had called him) was different right from the start.
The started to do "weird stuff" as long as he he knew him (and remembered).
First it was small thing, like getting his dummy when it was out of reach or letting Henry's hand-knitted cap float toward him because he was cold.
But as soon as the kid was able to think about more than eat, sleep and poop, and he started to talk to crawl, the mischief the boy planned wasn't nothing you could ignore.
Henry had been pretty scared at first, not know what to do with this weird thing the little guy did, but then he met Jan and his daughter and learned that this was perfectly normal in other social circles...the hard way...for Jan.
Henry didn't know if it had to do with his past, but he reacted slightly nervous on people fiddling around with these tiny sticks, Jan called them wands, in from of his nose.
He just didn't like it when people directed them at him.
So the first time Jan wanted to use magic on him and pointed the wand at Henry's face, he'd just plain broken his nose with a right swing, and he wrestled the wand out of Jan's hand.
The second time, Jan tried to delete memory from him mind, it just didn't work. Henry was happy about that, since his memory was holey enough even without Jan playing around with it, thank you very much.
Jan had tried other spells too and Henry got also hit by a few strays and wild magic from the kids, Pauline and Fred, none of them worked on him.
Jan was convinced that Henry either was something like some kind of antimagician or he had been hit by a curse that blocked every contact of him and magic.
Henry thought that this sounded pretty stupid and decided to ignore the "weird stuff".
However he'd know it if he saw it.
He'd known it when he had seen Charlie Weasley transform Fred's spiders back into apples from the kitchen window and he felt the magic prickle in the air from the illusion spell he just ran into.

It probably wasn't the most intelligent decision to try to find the source of this magic, but he was really curious and he was bored. Henry wasn't used to having too much time.
There seemed to be a natural cautiousness in his movements, when he sneaked around a few streetcorners until he reached, what seemed like battle scene.
Two wizards one still extremely young one slightly older, wearing dark uniform-like dresses were holding their wands towards another wizard, that was around his age. It was clear that these first two belonged to some kind of law enforcement thingy, while the latter one was obviously up to no good. Mocking the younger wizard and trying to land a hit.
The air flickered from curses.
The young one seemed to be really scared by the man, he turned away and screamed like a girl and in his panic ran into his co-worker and brought him out of balance causing him to lose focus for a moment. The criminal (Henry was pretty sure this wasn't just a friendly dispute) lifted his wand to say his spell and...
Henry lost it.
The older officer-guy looked like Henry thought Fred could look, when he was adult and wasn't taking good care if himself.
He had unruly black hair, like Fred, was relatively small, meager and had very green eyes behind thick glasses.
May be Henry wasn't a wizard, but he was sure, during a fight you should not turn away from your opponent.
And for sure he wouldn't let this guy die before he didn't know this man wasn't related to his little boxy.
With a swift movement he threw the brewing hot coffee cup into the man's face making him scream in pain when the liquid hit his face. He picked up beer bottle made of glass, that a clubber must have left behind the night before and threw it against the head of the man with a hollow "thunk".
The man fell to earth and a moment later the black-hair officer-guy hitting the man with another spell, then he looked in Henry's eyes for the first time.

His eyes were really, extremely green. The way, that you couldn't look away from them.
Henry felt it was a bit creepy staring at the guy, but the other man seemed to do the same.
Staring at him.
"Abott." hissed the man without taking his eyes off him.
"Take Nott to the Auror-Department. Make sure to not mess this up. We'll talk late about how you can prevent causing your co-worker to die and your mission to fail."
the young can almost most tripped and shivered, obviously he thought of the older officer as some kind of respect person.
Abott gripped the shoulder of the unconscious man and henry noticed that there were silvery sparkling ropes around hand and feet of the prisoner.
With a crackle in the air both were gone and henry stayed behind with this black-haired officer-guy that stared at him so creepily, that he thought perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to get involved in this fight.

"Uhm~" muttered Henry.
"Sorry for disturbi..." but the other man cut off his apology with a coarse "Bloody Hell! Weasley!" and then he was way too close in front of him and roughly nudged his shoulders, arms, chest with his hands, as if to check if he's hurt somewhere.
He looked as if he's about to cry and scared that this was just a trick of his mind.
"Where have you been?" he whispered disbelieving, brushing with his hand over Henry's temples, cheeks the neck.
"Where!"
Of all the people that hugged him in the last days, this is probably the most extreme reaction to his person.
The hug wasn't nice. Arms hooked around Henry's neck, he got pulled downwards since the man was smaller. His upper body got crushed against the man's chest with so much force that he's sure it left bruises.
Henry doesn't push him backwards, like he did with Bill, his "new" oldest brother, but he doesn't really know what to do with this guy either.
It is pretty clear that this man had at some point in the past must have had a good relationship with Henry, but what kind relationship did they have? Didn't his biological father tell him, that he'd been married andh is wife had been pregnant with a child when he got lost?

"Sorry to ask." he muttered after a while (it started to get really uncomfortable to get hugged like this), gently shoving the other slightly away.
"Are you...by any chance...Ginny Potter's husband?" he asked hesitantly blinking sceptical at the other man.
"Ex- husband." grumbled the man. "Don't tell me, you've forgotten who I am, Ron!"
Henry looked down and sighed.
So this was Fred's biological father.
"I..." he was searching for the right words for a moment. "I kind of...lost my coffee a few minutes ago...would you mind coming with me to the train station to get a new one? I'll treat you."
the man nodded slowly.
On his way back Henry started telling hat he knew of the story.
It felt good talking to him. Telling him about his twenty-something years sized hole in his memory and of him meeting the Weasley family and of his confusion to suddenly having tons of people doing magic around him.
It had been a long time that it felt so easy to talk with another person.

A few hours later he got in the train and the man, his name is Harry Potter, how he told Henry, waved him "good bye" before disappearing with a crackle.
He's nicer than he first seemed, even though he seemed pretty weird even for a wizard, in Henry's opinion.
Crude humour and he seemed to be a bit paranoid, always looking around...like some kind of war veteran that saw enemies behind every street-corner.
Henry was still highly confused by the big closeness this guy seemed to have with his old self.
Even after telling him that he was Henry's best friend, it seemed weird how much he touches him. His arms, his shoulder, sometimes even his face and hair. It was weird because it felt not out of place.
What it clearly would have, if Jan would do it for example...even though him and Jan were pretty close.
Perhaps, thought Henry, was it because this Harry was so much like Fred. And Fred was family.

Is was already dark when he reached Exeter and left the train station. Not far from the building there was a little middle-class family car. Nothing obtrusive and in probably the most boring mud-grey colour he's ever seen in his live.
Percy honked when he saw him and Henry entered this monstrosity of bourgeois boringness. He first tried to enter on the driver's side of the car which made Percy looked very confused..."Oh forgot...English drive on the wrong side..." Henry muttered and went around the car to finally take a seat.
It was a normal non magical car, which was good because Henry really had enough of weird magic stuff for today.
He decided to not tell Percy about his eventful hours in Dover. Perhaps he'd do it later when there were more family members present and he knew that he wouldn't be forced to tell the same story half a dozen times.
Half an hour later they finally reached Ottery St. Catchpole.
Fred was sitting on the front steps before the entrance door obviously waiting for them, when he saw Henry a big happy grin formed on his face and hie ran towards Henry's spread arms.
He had missed the kid, he thought, carrying Fred towards the house and complaining that he got heavier again.

yup fii~inally, we've read the first of the chapters from Ron's point of view.
thanks everyone for your comments! please keep tell me what you think and there'll be a big caudron of hot strong love ( © celestina warbeck) in one of the next chapters...and an annoyed Fleur. *haha*