Hello there fellas, hope your doing okay. This is my first fanfiction and it is based on this prompt I had seen. It starts in the summer before their second year and I hope to take it to the end.

CHAPTER 1: A Serendipitous Summer.

To say this was a crazy summer was an understatement. It was one of the most baffling times Ron had seen and that was saying something as he had grown up with Fred and George. Speaking of which, Ron hadn't seen them since that morning which, from experience, was not a good sign. He would worry about that later, for now he had to write a letter to his best mate Harry. Ron was worried about Harry. He hadn't responded to any of his letters yet and knowing his friend's affinity for trouble, Ron had decided that if he wouldn't reply to this letter then he would have to take things in his own hands. Let's see, how should he begin. Two days into summer Dumbledore had shown up at the Burrow bearing news nobody could have imagined.

Dumbledore was taking a walk in the streets of France thinking about the conversation he had just had. He was visiting his friend Nicholas Flamel whose very long life was about to come to an end soon. He was sad about that but what had to be done just had to be done. He was enjoying one of the last evenings with his friend when Nicholas suddenly said, "I have been thinking about those students, the three, who tried to save the stone."
"Young Harry Potter, and his friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. What about them?"
"The name Granger struck me. I wanted to check if it belonged to one Dagworth-Granger family. My great granddaughter married into it you see. Instead, I found some interesting news. The boy, Weasley, happens to be a direct descendent of Rutherford Weasley to whom my sister was betrothed. Unfortunately, Agathe died young. He was a good man, Rutherford. Agathe really loved him. I have been thinking. Perenelle and I have collected a vast amount of wealth through our careers and long life and originally, we were going to donate it for magical research. But I doubt those corrupt bastards that are appointed for appropriate usage of money would completely give it up for research. Both Perenelle and I were fond of Rutherford and though my sister died before they could marry, I considered him my brother. My children's descendants have not contacted us in many years but we know they are doing well. We have come to a conclusion. We want to give our entire fortune to the direct descendants of Rutherford Weasley."
'There was nobody who could have deserved it more,' thought Dumbledore as he prepared to break this news to the Weasleys.

Arthur was shocked. All his life he had been taunted for being poor and he wanted to do everything he could so his children would not suffer through the same. Studying muggles had been his passion. He was fascinated by their inventions and wanted to introduce them to the wizarding world. But to his dismay, the wizarding world did not want to see them. He was honestly considering working for another position as it had been hard to live with five children at Hogwarts. He refused to take Bill and Charlie's money, not that it was much anyway, but parents were supposed to provide for their children and not the other way around. But this was different, almost like an inheritance. He was lucky he was seated during Dumbledore's visit or he might have fallen down.

Molly Weasley was happy. Oh yes. Not because of the money; alright maybe a little because of it; but she was happy for her husband. She knew she had always been at Arthur's back about his job. It simply could not provide a lot for their requirements. But she had been proud of her husband. Not many people continue to pursue their hobbies after a string of failures. It showed her Arthur was strong. He would continue to work for what he believed in, and their new found wealth would help him do so. And the children, oh they would be elated. How she had hoped she could give them everything they desired. Her little Ginny would have so many brand new and shining dresses to parade around in. And her boys; she hoped Bill and Charlie would be home more often now that they did not need to work such dangerous jobs. But deep down, Molly knew they would not. They were so much like their father. At least they could visit them more. Her Percy could relax now. He did not let it out, but Molly knew their situation troubled him the most. He hated it when their father was derided for his work or the little that they could afford. Percy worked hard so that he could give his family more. Maybe she could get him to relax a little and enjoy his youth now. Fred and George, her troublesome little terrors; she was worried about them most. They had a carefree attitude when they had so little, she hoped they would not wind out of control now that they had more. Perhaps now that she could give them what they needed; they would not hide around from her more. Their devil may care attitude affected her youngest boy the most. Ron pretended to not care, but it made him sad. He was a young lad, only twelve, and so he wanted everything his friends had. Children could be very cruel without even meaning to, they did not understand money and all they knew was that their parents bought them what they asked for. Finally, her little Ronnie could have all that. Oh, just wait till the kids found out!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will bring the next one soon.

~Cranky.