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England - Somewhere

Ronald Weasley was a young boy who was thirteen years old. He lived with his brothers and his sister in an old house which was rather strange for outsiders. His parents were both purebloods but they didn't behave like purebloods did. So they didn't raise their children as purebloods children. They were a poor and lovely family. Nevertheless they participated each year to the purebloods ball. Ronald or Ron for short wasn't like his brothers or his sister – he wasn't following their example as his mother wanted him to do.

"Mom. I have a question." He said after entering in the kitchen where his mother was enjoying her cooking. She loved a lot to cook for her family. She loved to feed everybody. Ron wanted to see his friends : he already missed them. He could be himself with them. They didn't even judge him. His mother turned her head towards him surprised.

"What is it ?" She asked watching her nervous and sixth son. A child who was different than this others. She wanted him to follow his siblings' model to not be excluded. "Do you need something ?" She asked before he could answer.

Ron shook his head. "No. Can I invite my friends here ?" He asked nervously. He tried his best to remain calm in front of his mother. He could feel her gaze on him watching him carefully.

Molly Weasley – matriarch of the Weasley clan – was surprised. She already saw them in the beginning of the second year but she didn't speak to them. Molly was glad that her son had such wonderful friends. He was friend with a intelligent witch and the boy who lived. Ron sighed as he noticed his mother's expressions : everybody at the school knew the Golden Trio composed of Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.

Finally, she replied. "Of course you can. Send them a letter. Let me know about it."

"Thanks mom." He muttered before leaving the room. He was glad that he could invite his friends to his house. He made his way back to his bedroom. The young boy sat behind he desk, and he took papers and plumes. He began to write a letter to Hermione then a another one to Harry. Then, he sent his letters to his friends thanks to Erol, the family's owl.

He sat on his bed waiting. Ron ignored Fred and George's screams to come to their room as he thought about his wonderful friends, his best friends.

England - London.

She couldn't believe what her parents said. How dared they to claim that ? They were supposed to be her lovely parents and not insensible parents. Why did they hate so much magic ? Hermione Granger didn't understand. Did they not say that they were proud of her being the firstborn witch ? Hermione thought it was because she wasn't a boy as they wished to have in the first place. When she was born : firstly her parents were disappointed and secondly they wished her to be the perfect girl. Unfortunately, she wasn't the perfect girl. No, she was Hermione, she was herself.

Bullying. She knew well bullying. She had no friends before Hogwarts. Her friends from Hogwarts were Ron - even they had a fight before their friendship - and Harry. Even in Hogs, Hermione saw bullying. You are a lion, you are bullied. You are a eagle, you are bullying. You are a pouf, you're bullied. You're a snake, you're bullied. You're a muggleborn, you're bullied. You're halfblood, you're bullied. You're poor, you're bullied. And the list keeps on... She thought bitterly. She was less bullying in Hogwarts than in her former schools. Her mates in her dorms didn't like her. Instead of ignoring her, they stole her stuff and hid it.

To have Ron and Harry was awesome – as Harry said. She could be herself. Ron was a red hair boy who from a pureblood family. Harry was the boy who lived from a hateful family. Hermione opened her eyes as she heard a noise. She found Erol staring at her. Did it have a letter for her ? Obviously. She got up excited. She opened the window and let Erol in.

Dear Hermione,

It's Ron! I'm so excited to write you a letter.

It's been a while we didn't see each other. I miss you and Harry. It's hard to listen to my mother sometimes, she always wants me to be like my siblings. I nod bitterly each time but don't do anything. I love being myself. Why can she not accept me as myself ? Happily, I have you and Harry. Your last letter was.. Well I don't have a word for it. Are you alright ? I send you a hug paper Hermione !

Well. I asked my mother something and she agreed. I'm so glad. So Hermione, I'm inviting you to my home. Do you want to go ? Can you go ?

I'll wait for your answer. Take care Hermione.

Your friend, Ron.

PS : I also invited Harry.

The young girl left the letter on her bed as she came down. Her parents stopped talking when they saw her daughter. Her mother snored. Her father asked her coldly what she wanted.

"Can I go for the rest of the summer to my friend's house ?" She asked with a neutral ton.

"Yes. Go away girl. See you next summer. "Her mother agreed quickly before her husband could waste his breath.

Hermione went back her bedroom. She began to prepare all her stuff. She took her precious stuff. She didn't want to have her stuff sold. Oh yes I must answer to Ron ! Hermione thought grabbed a piece of paper.

England - Surrey

The door of a small room cracked open as a young boy walked in. He was small for his age, he was too much thin for his age, and he looked as he got a beating. He did. He wasn't liked by his family. He was actually hated. Why? He was a wizard. That was why. He was called Harry Potter. He was also the boy who lived in the wizard world. But Harry hated his surname. Why no one could see him as only Harry ? Not the Potter brat, nor the boy who lived. Just Harry.

He was starved. He had no food since three days. Just a cup of water to make sure he was still alive. His cousin, dear confusing consign, tried to get him food. Harry dared not to ask why his cousin was so different. He wasn't the same person he knew before. He was used of being beat, starved and sent outside for a few days. Harry sat on his mattress, he watched the wall in front of him. I want to be free..

Who made this noise ? It wasn't uncle Vernon, nor aunt Petunia or even Dudley - he's at his friend's home. He thought as he looked around him. Then he saw Erol. The owl of his friend's family. He opened the window slowly. Erol left on his desk a letter from Ron. Harry looked a little better. He opened Ron's letter and started to read.

At Ron's home ? I've to ask carefully to aunt Petunia. I'm sure I can play well with my words, I'll go. Thought Harry walking away from his room. He went down knowing that his uncle was at work.

"What are doing here boy?!" Petunia Dursley who was born Evans asked coldly.

"Someone of my freak world – he tried to not wince as he said that – invited me to stay to his home the rest of the summer. If you let me go, you'll not see me until the next summer." Harry spoke up.

She didn't try to protest. She nodded immediately agreeing. Harry thanked her and went to his room. Quickly, he sent a message to his friend and took his stuff. He left the house under his aunt's gaze.