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THE BOY WHO LIVED!

And Rowena Ravenclaw added. Ron looked proudly at his promising collection of chocolate frogs, he grinned and looked sideways at Ginny who grinned back. Then squealed. "You have five hundred, Ron! Even Ethan doesn't have that much! I am going to tell him...He called me Ginger, you know? But, I threw a gnome at him and he shouted that he had more than three hundred and I had none! And how I can't–"

And Ginny went on one of her never ending rants that Ron didn't even bothered to hear. He knew he wasn't going to hear the end of it. Ginny never stopped talking once started.

"Oh, you know? There are rumors that Harry Potter visited Diagon Alley yesterday! Oh, if only I could have met him. I have heard he is really cute. China Fawcett -my blonde friend- says that he has green eyes...I have never seen green eyes, Ron!"

"Yeah?"

"You aren't listening..." Ginny frowned.

"I am," Ron said automatically and then tried to remember what she said. "Green eyes, you said Green eyes...And that you wanted to meet Potter." Ron said excitedly. He knew Ginny admired Harry Potter. It was hard to miss when she talked about him all the time. Nowadays, more, as his father had confirmed that Harry Potter was indeed starting Hogwarts this year. He had heard it directly from his friend–Mr. Goldstein who was a close friend of Minister's sentinel.

Ginny frowned,"you are going too."

Ron smiled broadly,"Oh, yes. I am going to do some good, I reckon."

"Yes, but you are going."

Ron ignored the slight slackness in Ginny's voice,"yeah, I hope I find something too. You know, I reckon mum wouldn't mind another Head boy but wait Percy is going to get it too...or maybe I could play quidditch...But George and Fred are doing so too...Maybe I could blow toilet's, it would be funny, wouldn't it? Oh, I don't know what would I do—" but as he turned around to face Ginny, his mouth went agape in shock.

"Yes, but you are going," Ginny said taking a deep breath between her silent tears and wiped them with her sleeve. "I think there is something in my eyes. I think I will let mom see to it." With that Ginny left his room, leaving him agape at the floor where she sat last.

Ron awkwardly walked down the stairs, swinging his arms madly, what the hell had Ginny meant? He was just going to Hogwarts. Everybody went to Hogwarts. Why was she crying?

"Ron, wash your hands." His mother ordered out of habit as he walked down. He did so and then sat behind a chair near his father who was reading the prophet. Perhaps, Dad would know...And that's when Ron's eyes fell at the folded first page of the prophet.

"BREAK IN AT GRINGOTTS!"

Molly dropped the pan, George and Fred turned around abruptly. Percy looked up, agape and his father glanced at him and then at the back of the paper.

"Oh yes, Ron. It happened."

"What happened?" George asked.

"Break in at Gringotts?" Molly interjected, astonished.

"But it's Gringotts!" Percy squealed. "You can't break in at Gringotts. They say it's the safest place after Hogwarts."

"Nothing is impossible, everything has limits and everything is possible. Never forget that, Percy." His father said, calmly. "But don't worry, nothing was stolen."

"That's odd, isn't it?" Ron asked still looking at the screwed face Goblin who was glaring at him from the photo.

"Didn't Harry Potter visited the same day?" Ginny asked, eagerly.

"Yes, quite right. But it happened after he left the Bank."

"How do you know?" asked Fred, curiously.

"Kingsley told me. Dawlish had been asking about when it happened and they said, a hour after Harry Potter left. Since everyone remembered him, you know? he was imprinted in the memory."

"But how could..." Ron was left speechless.

"But what if?..." Ginny narrowed her eyes. " What if you-know-who visited it to capture Harry Potter for revenge? You always say, he isn't gone."

"Ginny!" her mother scolded her for talking about it so casually.

"He isn't...But I don't think so...There is something fishy...We can't figure it out."

Ron thought about it for a second and thought that he should probably point out that if You-know-who could do that he would have done that already but then he thought, whatever.

And focused on the hot chicken legs and gravy that had just been walked into his plate or rather flown.

Food, Oh, food, why must you be so yummy?

"Where is my broom?"

"I can't find my wand!"

"Where is my rucksack?"

"George, don't touch my Prefect badge."

"I swear, If I find that corned beef in my lunch!"

"It's not for you, Ron. Get ready!"

A month has passed since the surprising robbery at Gringotts which seemed to be the new social topic in the wizarding world. There were many new theories going around. Some said that Harry Potter was actually You know who. Some said that the Goblins did it themselves to scare us wizards. While some said that You-know-who is giving us a warning that he is coming back.

No one knew what really happened as there was no sign of the robbery except a dead Goblin who was later summed up to be imperiused too and had died by slicing his own throat. The Weasley's were getting ready to leave the house to drop their children off to Hogwarts.

Last month had been depressing for Ron. Ginny had been emotional and weird. She kept asking him if he would write to her everyday and no matter how many times he said yes , she would always ask the same question five minutes later. His mother had been fretting like usual and he felt like he was going to a war or something. Even the food had seemed duller In comparison to Hogwarts. Even Percy's boring stories hadn't made Hogwarts boring.

The house was bustling with crowd today. Every minute someone forgot something and the whole party remembered something that they themselves had forgotten. Finally, when Ron's Mum packed his lunch and told him off for his dirty nose the hundredth time did they left for King Cross. Apparating them all one by one in a small dark alley near Kings Cross, did Molly Weasley managed to travel.

And soon they were all running towards the hidden barrier between platform nine and three quarters. Ginny was excited that they might see Harry Potter while Fred and George were talking in hushed voices with Percy subtly leaning near them to listen what they were getting up to.

Finally when it was his time to cross, a boy his age, probably a muggleborn, Ron thought. He let him go first as the boy looked really confused.

Soon though, he knew, he had just sent Harry Potter ahead of him. The Harry Potter. The Voldemort vanquisher. The Boy who lived. The only person known to survive a killing curse.

'Bloody hell' he thought. And he had just smiled at Harry Potter like a dim witted twit. What must he think of him.