Chapter Two
What It Could Have Been
11 Year's later:"Mom I want to go to Ron's house!" Harry yelled from the living room of the Potter's Home.
"Harry I said no!" Lily replied in a strict tone from the kitchen. Lily sighed turning to her husband.
"Please, please tell me it's coming today. He's got more magic in him then a unicorn James, I'm worried, and what if it doesn't come? What will he think?" Lily said walking to t he table, her finger's massaging her aching head.
"It will be here-"James was cut off by a large barn owl flying in through the open window over the kitchen sink. "See it's here now." James said as the owl flew through the kitchen and disappeared through the doorway.
Harry ran into the kitchen a letter clutched in his hand, grinning like a maniac he ran over to his father and mother at the table, the letter gripped in his hand so tight that it was being promptly crushed.
"Dad, Mum it's finally here! Finally here!! I'm going to go call Ron okay? I'll use the den since that's got the biggest fireplace. Oh this is just great just great! I knew it would come I knew it." Harry raced from the room, his father was laughing shaking his head and talking to his mother as he ran up the stairs, the letter still clutched in his hand completely forgotten.
Molly and Arthur Weasley had graduated when James and Lily had been in first year. They had, had their first child Bill after a year of marriage; they had seven children all together, six being male and one being a girl. Ron was the second baby of the family, he was Harry's age and Ginny was a year younger then both of them.
Harry ran up into his room of the second floor home he shared with his mother and father. As far as Harry knew he had lived in the house since he had been born. Harry checked his trunk for tomorrow morning, making sure everything was in order, it was. Harry walked down the hall to his father's den where the fireplace was, well one of them. He took up some floo powder from a canister that was on the shelf over the fireplace throwing it into the fire he got down on his hands and knee's and stuck his head in called for the Weasley's home.
Harry's head appeared at their kitchen fire, as it was the central one. It was near lunch and Mrs. Weasley a rather plump mom was chopping up slices of bread, or rather a knife that she had enchanted was chopping up bread.
"Hello Harry, I suppose you looking for Ron?" Mrs. Weasley asked smiling.
"Yes, could you-"Harry cut off grinning as his best mate walked into the kitchen, an apple rose to his mouth. "Ron, it finally came!" Harry said without having to explain what 'it' was.
"That's great mate!" Ron answered setting his apple down and pulling up a chair near the fireplace. "Can you come over?"
"Yea, I know. And no I can't she said no. She wouldn't give a reason though."
"That stinks. Oh well...Hey, is that you mum calling you?" Ron said.
Harry's head disappeared for a moment then came back, a grin on his face. "Yea, lunch you know. Well I'll call you later or something, or you can call me. We'll be in all night as far as I know...anyways. See you later mate!"
After hearing his friend's bye Harry disappeared from their fireplace popping back into his own home.
End of Chapter Two