"The nine Weasleys have left us," the man said mournfully, "Couldn't make it to the last one's funeral. My Apparition isn't up to par anymore, so I missed it. His grandchildren couldn't get me up there before he burned. True heroes burn, d'you know that? Just like the phoenix. Fred Weasley will be missed by a lot of people. Mock me if you will, but I gave the Weasley twins money to start their business off."
"No, you didn't," said the little boy in the chair across from him.
"Yes, I did."
"No, you didn't," the boy said, "Because Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes has been around for over a hundred years, and my mum says you aren't much older than twenty."
"I did too give them money," he pressed on before the boy could interrupt, "I'll never forget when Ron and Hermione passed."
"Hermione Granger-Weasley? The Mungo healer?"
"The famous Mungo healer. I'm sure you been taught how she-"
"Found the cure for werewolves!" the boy interrupted.
"Yes she did. She spent a great deal of twenty ears doing it too. Hardly saw her at all. Of course, I barely saw anyone anyway," the man smiled sadly, "I'll bet you don't now a thing about her husband, Ron Granger-Weasley."
The boy shook his head.
"Of course not. Nobody seems to, anymore. Ron wasn't ever famous, except among his friends, for reinventing the crystal ball."
"Why did he do that?"
"The standard issue ones started giving him headaches, after he started seeing the future. Told me all the fog made him dizzy. So he made one that didn't need it."
"What about his brothers?"
"Bill Weasley never married, but he was the only human president of Gringotts. Said it drove him crazy, doing paperwork and missing out on the field. Charlie had two children and dedicated his life to dragons. We never heard from Percy again."
"What about Ginny Weasley?"
The man gave a pained smile, "We were married for nearly sixty years. Fought through seven Death Eaters at once, but the cancer got her in the end."
The boy patted his hand, "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter."
"Why?"
"You miss your wife."
"Everyday."
"If all this is true, then why are you still young?"
"After I vanquished Voldemort," he paused to allow the boy to flinch (which no one ever did anymore, least of all this boy), "Whatever power he had left exploded into the air. Threw me clear across Hogwarts Grounds. Being the closest to him, I guess I gathered enough power to live forever."
"That's sad."
"Yes it is."
The boy glanced up at the clock, "I need to leave, Mr. Potter, before I'm late for dinner. Thank you for the story," and he hopped off his chair and ran across the street to his house.