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A/N --Thanks again to all my reviewers and my beta, eddy's babe
"1976, I still can't believe it."

It was later that evening and the four we're sitting in Ron's room discussing their earlier meeting, an imperturbable curse placed on the door, just in case.

"Well you'd better believe it soon Ron," said Ginny from her perch on Ron's windowsill, "We're leaving in just about two month's time."

Hermione shook her head, "And we've got so much to do. Ron, you and Harry will need some new school robes; you both have grown at least an inch over the last year. And Ginny! Didn't you want to look at some new dress robes? Oh, and we can't forget to get our books, and-"

"Hermione," Ron interrupted, placing a hand on her shoulder, "One thing at a time. You heard Ginny, we've got two whole months until we leave, that's more than enough time to get everything done."

Hermione sighed, "I don't know Ron; I have a feeling it's going to go by pretty fast," Slumped against the bed.

"Hermione," Harry said, suddenly remembering something rather important," What about your parents? Aren't you going to go and see about them before-" Harry stopped as he saw her shake her head.

"No, not yet… I hardly think they'll approve of me going back in time any more than they would have approved of me running all over England in search of..." she trailed off, looking at Ginny, who was starring out the window. "But after we get back, I'll...I'll ask Kingsly if there's anything that can…that can be done."

Ron slide off the bed and put and arm around her. "You sure you want to wait?" he asked quietly. Hermione nodded and sniffled. A wanted silence filled the room. Harry was grateful for it. He hadn't had much time to think about what he was about to do. He was actually going to meet his parents! And Sirius and Remus would be there to. Young, happy and identical and yet completely different from the last time he'd seen them, in the forest, before... No, Harry decided, this will be different. Better, happier, he'd actually be able to talk to them for a time on something not about death. But what if they didn't want to talk to him? What if they ignored him?

"Our story," Harry said, "We need to work on our story."

Ginny jumped from her perch on the windowsill. "Harry your right! We've completely forgotten about that."

Hermione groaned, "See, another thing we have to do." She squeezed Ron's hand and stood up. "We're not going to have time for everything. Not to mention..." Her eyes went wide. They sought Harry's. Once found, Hermione looked meaningfully at Ron and then back at Harry. Their conversation in front of the antique jewelry story the day before came to the forefront of Harry's thoughts.

"Come on Ginny." Hermione reached over and grabbed Ginny's arm, " This is one thing we can do right now. If we start thinking up our story now, we could probably come up with something plausible by the end of the night." And with that, Hermione dragged Ginny out Ron's door and down the stairs. Ron looked at Harry, a comical expression on his face, shrugged and made to follow the two girls.

"Err, Ron, wait." said Harry nervously. His palms began to sweat, and he wiped them on his jeans.

"What's up mate?" asked Ron, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Umm…" Harry paused, not sure how to start," Look mate, I- uh, what I mean is..." He swallowed hard," Look Ron...I- you know I love Ginny, right?" He looked imploringly at Ron.

Ron looked thoughtfully at Harry and nodded slowly after a pause. Harry looked at his feet, "Ron, I-...I'm going to ask her to marry me." Harry took a deep breath and glanced up at Ron, who looked as if a bludger had just hit him in the stomach.

"Not now," Harry said quickly," I mean, not get married now. I mean, just..." Harry stopped, feeling as if he were about to throw up. The silence continued for a minute and then Ron, who Harry guessed had been doing to quick, hard thinking, spoke.

"Mate, its like I told you in sixth year, if it has to be anyone, I'm glad its you. I- I trust you with her. Just-" He paused, and mumbled," Promise you'll take care of her, alright?"

Harry smiled slightly, "Thanks mate and I promise, I won't let anything happen to her."

Ron thought for a minute and chuckled, "Not mate for long; soon you'll be my brother. Legally, I mean." He said as an after thought.

Harry laughed nervously, "If she says yes, that is."

"Of course she'll say yes," Ron scoffed," Are you mad? She's been waiting for this ever since that day we met you in front of the platform 9 and 3/4. You remember that?"

Harry laughed, "How could I forget? I was so confused. Lucky I saw you lot, I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't."

Ron shrugged, now looking somber. "I don't know what we would have done if you hadn't either. I mean seriously! If I hadn't decided to sit with you that day on the train...who knows where my family would be today. And besides that, I would have never met Hermione and ..." His voice trailed off.

Harry shifted uncomfortably, "Listen Ron...There's something I've been meaning to say...I- about Fred? I...It never should have- I mean...It's was my-"

"No." interrupted Ron sternly. "It wasn't your fault that he-that he died." Ron struggled a bit. "It was You-Know-Who's fault. Even George said so, if you won't believe me."

Harry blinked. A large weight seemed to be lifted off his shoulders. But weather that was from telling Ron about proposing to Ginny or the fact that the Weasley's didn't blame him for Fred's death, they couldn't figure out. "You know, it's scary." Harry said," You sounded just like Hermione right then."

Ron's ears went pink. "Guess she's finally rubbed off on me. Speaking of Hermione, should we go and find her now? Who knows what she's thought of by now about how we got to, you know, 1976 and all...?"

Harry followed Ron to the stairs. "So Ron," He said casually, "What was that you were saying about choosing to sit by me on the train first year? From what I remember, you said everywhere else was full."

Harry's laugh echoed down the stairs as a speechless Ron's ears turned maroon.

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