Chapter 2 - Mr. Weasley's beach

Ron stretched out on the sun lounger he was seated on and dropped the letter from his sister on the soft sand. He laid his head back and thought 'tomorrow will be exactly 10 years to the day when Harry died,'. He shuddered, he really missed Harry.

"I always told him that I'd make something out of myself, and now he's not even around to see it," Ron looked out across the beach, HIS beach. Now that was a laugh, no one would have believed him if he'd have said that all those years ago. Yet here he was lying on his very own beach.

He stood up and walked over to his beach-side mansion, and rummaged through an old box that he kept in the junk room. It was full of his old school things, he picked out a small crumpled image and smiled at the three smiling faces on it.

Harry looked so happy, care-free, at peace, that's how Ron liked to remember his best friend, not the obsessed, scared, suicidal stranger he became near the end. He laughed to himself as he took in his own tatty robes, 'well i'll not look like that anymore.', his eyes then cast to Hermione and smiled, 'I haven't seen her since Ginny's wedding, now.. when was that, 8 years ago, hmm, she was pregnant then, I really should go and see them.' he sniggered quietly to himself as he remembered the situation around which her and Professor Lupin fell in love. Then glancing back down and the picture muttered to the waving 17-year-old Harry, "I blame you for setting them up you know!"

Moving through to his spacious living room he caught sight of a young girl smiling shyly at him. His eight year old daughter. He moved over and picked her up, looking down he thought allowed, 'It's not fair, your mother shouldn't have been allowed to take you away like that, I could have given you a good life here." He sighed as he replaced the moving photo onto the table and went to pour himself some wine.

While he was sipping it in the cool of his house, he suddenly sat bolt upright and moved through to the box in the junk room again, coming back a few moments later with a large messy drawing book in his hands.

Sitting on the sofa he ruffled through the pages, until he came across one with a drawing of a racing broom, the original draft for his 'potter 430' although back then it was the 'skyduster'. He'd told Harry that he was going to make his fortune with racing broom, Harry had just laughed, but encouraged him all the same. Ron smiled as he remembered Harry's word's, the motto which was printed on the box of every racing broom he sold, 'If you want something hard enough to believe in it, then you CAN make it happen.' At the time Ron hadn't realised the fatal implication of these words.

Ron glanced up at the mounted broom on his wall, the very first ever 'potter 430', named after his best friend, who was now just a household name and implement in the destruction of Voldemort's, as if no one even remembered that he was a real person. Since that first broom, Ron's company (Weasley High Quality Brooms) had manufactured 24 different designs the latest being the 'Potter 20-20' an updated and improved version of the 'Potter 430', it still was superbly streamlined and comfortable, but was supple, nippy and extremely light weight, it had a flexible willow tail for manoeuvrability and still carried the red embezzled lighting bolt on the handle.

'Yep Harry defiantly helped me make my millions, without even knowing it, God I miss him,' Ron had now lost it and tears were beginning to streak down his face, 'I have everything I always wanted, fame, fortune, recognition and the best damn brooms in the world, but I've lost the one thing that i really cared about, my friends, Harry had to go on that stupid suicidal mission, sure it paid off, but he still died, sacrificed himself the papers had said, sure defiantly for the good of wizarding kind, more like settling an old score and if he died in the process then so be it. Hmm and I've never really been as friendly with Hermione since she admitted she loved Lupin then ran-off and got married, Harry never saw that either, even though he convinced her to follow her heart and not her head. Yeah sure lot of good that did him, maybe i should make it up to Hermione. I need a friend really, riches aren't all they've cracked up to be, I haven't got any friends, No family of my own, Lavender made sure of that, Ginny's on the other side of the world, and I only get to see Fred and George through quidditch.'

Looking up at the picture on the wall of Ginny's wedding day, he mused to himself, 'I still can't believe she's pregnant, I'm going to be an Uncle.' He smiled to himself, yep things would work out, if you believe in it and make them happen...

***** Ok soooo what'd'ya fink, yep can u guess where i'm going with this, everything you least suspect, Ron rich, Hermione and Lupin, next we're visiting Ginny, hope you stay tunned.

Now on a more serious note All these chapters are supposed to be taking place at around the same time, rougly gave or take a day.

Ok I enjoyed writing the first chapter that much, I've got a couple of fics in the pipeline based around it that will help you understand this story better, and just because i think it would be fun. Erm the first being set in Harry's 5th year up untill just after his death showing how Hermione and Lupin get together and why Ron's not talking to her much anymore. The second set after this fic, where all the gang gets back together again (i'm not too sure about this one u??), and lastly, where all the kids go to Hogwarts, the Lupins, Ron's daughter and a couple you haven't met yet.

Let me know what you think do you want these stories or not, i've got loadsa fuel at the moment so i'll be writing lots and posting lots.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed, i'll read some of your HP fics soon, (i've got 3 damn essays to write for college, come to think of it really, i shouldn't be writing this,) oh well never mind, better be off, gonna write another chap to my other fic and then sort out all my ideas and get typing. lol

Lots of love

Becki Ü\