Disclaimer: Seeing as how this is a site for fanfiction, I often wonder as to the point of disclaimers... why do we neccessarily need them? We don't make fanfictions of our own material... that wouldn't make sense. Anyway, I guess I should say is that I don't own the rights to Harry Potter. Nor do I own the characters created and conceived by JK Rowling and Warner Bros. However, I do own the characters Kalpita and Priya Weasley, along with the character Raj Khan and any subsequent characters that have no past relation with the Harry Potter universe. I also have direction ownership of Ghara,the fictional city in India in which this story takes place.

PROLOGUE

"AAP KAHAN HO?"

"This has to be a dream," Ron let out in a groggy daze, massaging the wrinkles on his forehead. Running his left hand through his dulling red hair, he let out a deep sigh, staring around the square in utter confusion. Market stands, women in saris that sparkled with beads and bright pastels, a stray pet rhesus monkey? What was going on here?

"Welcome Shrimaan Weasley!" a bright and chipper voice greeted from behind. The singsong pattern in the speech made Ron freeze in nervous disbelief. Turning slowly, his hands on his forehead, he stared into the ebony colored eyes of a woman. She was perhaps in her mid-twenties, with dark chocolate hair that fell behind her back in a long braid. Her forehead was studded with a shimmering jewel or sindoor, and her body was clothed in an elaborately decorated red sari. Upon meeting Ron's eyes, she sank slowly to the ground, touched the pavement next to his feet with both of her hands and brought them to rest on her forehead and heart.

He stood stock-still as she slowly rose to her feet. Taking his hand, she said, "We have Priya ready for you."

"Priya?" he asked in confusion. The woman only smiled and let out a melodic giggle. She then turned and motioned her hands. At once a young girl came running toward them. She was dressed in a salwar-kameez of blue and gold. Her mahogany skin shown out oddly against her bright red hair. Her large brown orbs that were her eyes stared gleefully up at Ron as she approached. She too sank to the ground and placed her hands next to his feet before touching her hands to her forehead then to her heart.

Rising quickly, her thin lips broke into a beaming smile. "Su prabhat, Papa!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Pardon me?" he let out in positive misunderstanding.

"Oh, Shrimaan Ron, you're always so funny, yaar," the woman giggled, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Priya tells you 'good morning.'"

"Oh, so you're Priya?" he asked quietly.

The woman laughed again and bent down to whisper into the young child's ear, "Your father jokes lots, doesn't he, yaar?" Smiling, Priya nodded her head, her red hair fluttering in the breeze.

"Father?" Ron whispered. "Where am I? What's going on?"

Ignoring his inquiries, the woman stood straight and waved at someone who was fast approaching. "Oh, here comes Kalpita!" Ron craned his head toward the woman's gaze and set eyes on a beautiful woman, wrapped in a turquoise sari, a sindoor upon her forehead. Her long black hair was wrapped in two braids atop her head, woven with sparkling jewels.

The woman approached Ron in an air of pure ecstasy, and followed the same ritual of touching her head and heart after sinking to the ground at his feet. She rose to her feet, her copper eyes melting lovingly into Ron's. His mouth hung open slightly, his eyes fighting to settle the confusion.

"You look at me like you've not seen me in your life before, yaar!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "Husband, is something bother you?"

Searching for words, all Ron could speak was, "I beg your pardon?"

"Shrimaan Ron acts very funny today, Kalpita! He plays game that he does not know his family, yaar," the first woman exclaimed in laughter. Patting Ron on the shoulder, she continued, "It's time you take your family home, Shrimaan Ron. Almost time for supper, it is. And Priya is very hungry, yaar."

As they began to walk away, the young girl's hand clasped in his, the woman that was his supposed wife walked beside him, saying, "Sister Ginny has arrive. She came early this afternoon."

"Ginny? My sister?"

"Yes! She comes to visit. Have not seen her for the past two whole years. She arrives from London this afternoon, with her new husband, yaar."

Shocked, Ron quickly asked, "Who is her husband?"

"Oh, we're home! Ron come, you walk like you've never been here before!" she let out, leading him into the doorway of a large estate house.

"See, uh, Kalpita, that's the thing! I've never been here before. I don't even have an inkling as to where 'here' is!" Ron argued in a flutter. Her laughter as they stepped into the household told Ron that she did not believe him. "No, I'm serious. I'm supposed to be in my dormitory at Hogwarts. I'm not supposed to be grown up." In desperation, he cast his eyes about, shouting, "Where's Harry? Harry? Wake me up, Harry! HARRY!"

"Oy, Ron! What are you shouting about?" a familiar voice called out. Turning around in a fit of joy, Ron stared over at his best friend, who stood in the foyer, his black hair tossed wildly over his scarred forehead, his hand clasped tightly with that of Ginny, who had a hand rested on a round and pregnant stomach.

Ginny smiled. "Ron, Harry and I have such good news. We're going to have a baby!"