A/N: Sorry I haven't updated, I've been busy with stuff and I haven't been able to get to a computer often enough. So this is the 4th chapter, I hope you like it. Here goes.
Disclaimer: I am sorry that I do not own Harry Potter if I did he would defiantly survive, but we won't know if he does till the 21st.
Looking up at the person that was coming down the stairs he instantly saw that he knew this person, the flaming red hair, he would have been able to spot that a mile away and would have been an idiot to not have recognised at least what family it belonged to….
It was Ron. The site of him made Harry's blood run cold, fear and hate over run him directed towards the red head walking down the stairs. His breath started rising in his throat, 'What if he recognises me? Will I be run out of here like 'cause I'm not welcome?' Harry's head was pounding with thoughts many of which he wished never to have to live out.
Ron walked over to the bar and sat down on the stool next to Harry's and ordered a firewhisky. Harry was ridged hoping that his unease would go unnoticed. Unfortunately Ron did notice, he was sipping his firewhisky slowly watching Harry out of the corner of his eye. Placing his glass back on the bar he turned towards Harry so that he could look at him better. He took in Harry's stiff position on the edge of the bar stool, Ron chuckled slightly, this made Harry turn to face him.
"Do I put you on edge?" Ron asked, with a superior air around him. Harry just sat there looking at him knowing that Ron obviously did not recognise him. "I know its not every day that you get to sit and drink next to a celebrity." Ron flashed a toothy smile, which looked a lot like Lockhart's, at Harry. Harry looked quizzically back with his mouth slightly open, as if waiting for words to from but too dumbstruck to say any. Ron held up his hand apparently stopping the outpour of nothing coming from Harry's mouth. "I know your overwhelmed, but believe you me I was once like you, amazed by the brilliance that was but in front of me, but just remember those who we are made to follow are not always what they seem, they can be vicious glory stealers, ones which will do anything for a bit of lime light. Those who have worked hard to get through life, those with real talents are shunted beside by those who have none…"
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked stopping Ron before he could continue with his ego trip that he seemed to be on.
Ron stopped spluttering slightly shocked that this person he had graced with his presence did not know what he was talking about, nor did they seem to know who he was. Well he would make himself known to them. "Well I assumed that with your obvious state of unease as I sat down, that you were stunned to have such an important character in your presence." Harry nearly laughed, but he thought better of it, instead he decided that he would have some fun with Ron as well as find out what had made him feel so important.
"Well you assumed wrong, why is it that you expect me to feel so graced by your presence?"
Ron acquired a sour look on his face. "You really don't know who I am?"
"How do you expect me, you haven't even told me your name." Harry was finding it hard to stop a sign of a smile or a laugh being shown on his face.
Ron looked even more sour, if that was possible. "I am Ron Weasley." He waited for something, like a gasp or shock or an apology that he did not notice sooner. Nothing, so Ron continued. "You know Ron Weasley, the author of Years of the Hidden." He waited again, nothing, just a blank look. "You know the book that tells my tales of how Harry Potter shunted me out of the place I truly belonged." Harry's insides now burned, a fire shot in his eyes, however Ron seemed not to notice. "How he shunted me out of the way, how he took all the credit, how he was unstable and craved attention. How he turned my own little sister against me, and the most part of my family after he was gone."
Harry felt sick. Not once had he ever asked for what happened to him. Not once had he craved the attention, except when he saved Ron's own life by diverting the Death Eaters attention towards himself. This was a task that was thrust upon him, since birth, he had no choice. The fire inside Harry was rising still, burning, apparently the others in the bar had noticed his anger at the words, they were looking directly at him and Ron, who was still unaware of Harry's growing anger.
"You mean you wrote a book about how jealous you were of someone that had saved your life on countless occasions. Of how you craved that it was you who was given the task and not him." Harry was glaring at Ron his food forgotten on the bar table, the other occupants of the bar were silent watching, waiting.
"No, I wrote about the unfairness of the treatment of me, about how he would steel all the attention and leave us, the people with actual talents, to go unnoticed." Ron had stood up now shouting towards Harry, glaring back at him. "Its people like you, those who followed him, those who worshiped him, they are maggots and threats to society."
"Oh, so just because I'm pleased that a maniac was killed makes me a maggot in society according to you." Harry stood up too, Ron and him were now face to face, so close that their noses were nearly touching.
"Well if you ask me two maniacs died that night, and that is what we have to be thankful for." Ron said in an icy cold voice.
Harry was just about to raise his fist and hit that stupid red face that he had once called a friend when a commanding voice sounded behind them. "What do you think you are doing. Have you been arguing about your book again?" It was Hermione, she was wearing light blue robes and had an official badge pinned to them.
"What's it to you. You agree with this one here!" He pointed to Harry. "Since I brought out that book you have been saying that it was one step too far, and that it is a false accusation."
"Well it is, he did not do half of he stuff you accused him of, and he did not want the lime light, as you call it. Now just leave and stop causing trouble, there is no need. If you don't I will have to bring you in for disrupting a public premises. " Ron was now glaring at Hermione, but he picked up his glass and drained it, turned and walked up the stairs, were it seemed he was staying."
Harry turned and looked apologetic. "I'm sorry that was also my fault, I'm sorry to have made you argue with your boyfriend." He sat down and sighed, putting his head in his arms, only a few minutes in the wizading world and he had nearly created a fight already, maybe this was a mistake.
"Oh, don't worry, he's in here nearly everyday fighting with someone different on this matter. He's very stubborn about his views. Why did you think we were involved?" She looked at him questionly.
"Well…" Harry thought for a moment trying to get him out of the corner that he had gottern himself into.
"You went to Hogwarts didn't you?" She sat down next to him.
"Yes, I did." He waited for something to tell him if she knew who he was.
"Were you in the year above?"
"Yes, that's right." He waited for a little longer, her question glare fell and relaxed into a smile.
"Well, you seem to have been gone for a while, I thought that everyone knew that we had broken up, it was 2 years ago and all over the papers…" She trailed off in thought. Harry sat there watching her.
"May I ask why you broke up?" Harry was cautious wondering if it was a sensitive spot for her.
"Well I was in auror training and Ron was just, well in truth he was doing nothing. He tried to get on the Chuddly Cannons a few time, but he had never made it, he was saying that Harry Potter was to be blamed for all his losses. He started drinking quite a bit and his jealously of Harry was becoming more pronounced. Every day when I would return home he would be there demanding where I was. Then it started to calm down, he stopped drinking as much, but he would spend a large amount of time in his study, I didn't know what he was doing till one day he came out with sheets of papers saying that he would uncover Harry as the person he truly was. I read the papers before he sent them off to be published, I knew he never truly liked Harry but the things he was saying, blaming on Harry were outrageous. If I tell the truth I became friends with Harry because Dumbledore told me to, but after a while I found that he was a truly nice person, and I did become his friend. I refused to give interviews on Harry's life, Ron gave them, as he did for most of his family also, all because Dumbledore told him to, Dumbledore was worried that Harry would blame him for the losses he went through and turn against him so he tried to discredit him as much as possible." She stopped, slightly amazed at what she was telling a near perfect stranger, but oddly this person did not seem to feel like a stranger, she felt as if she knew him.
"Anyway" she continued "Dumbledore ordered the book be printed, he made a lot of money off of it, but it backfired. Since reading people have become more compassionate towards Harry, they now realise that he was not the evil dark lord he was made out to be, a little too late that was I thought, they should have trusted him from the begging. Once that book was published I left Ron, it was the last straw, I couldn't be with someone so jealous. I moved in whit his brothers and sister, Fred, George and Ginny till I completed my training then I moved out and now live with Ginny my parents old house." Hermione stopped, looking up at the stranger she realised that those green eyes looked slightly familiar, but she just passed it off, they did once go to school together anyway.
Harry was dumbstruck, so not everyone in the Weasley family hated him, it seemed as though he had once again been set up by Dumbledore, been made to feel as if he did not belong so that he wouldn't return if he could. "So, just out of interest who out of Ron's family does not agree with his view?"
"Well only Percy Weasley talks to him now, let me put it that way." She looked back at him with a quizzical look. "So where have you been for these years you have missed a lot."
"I've been travelling, and there wasn't many ways that I was able to hear the news as I was mainly in the muggle world for most of the time."
"Oh, right, that sound like an adventure. Where are you staying?"
"Well…no where at the moment, but I'm sure there's a room here."
"Well you could stay with me and Ginny, we have a spare room, you could stay there until you get a place of your own, or want to move on."
Considering it for a moment he nodded. Sure, why not. I could help out with the house work and finances if you want."
"Yes that would be lovely, err…what's your name?"
Harry stood still for a moment, thinking about a name that was popular at Hogwarts and would not arouse suspicion. "Err…James, James Williams."
"Okay, that would be lovely James, we can go there now if you want, I need to stop off there before I go to the office anyway, that's if you have your stuff."
Harry picked up the small rucksack and said all here. Hermione looked at it, them placed wand over it, muttering a few detection spells she made sure that there was nothing dark nor dangerous in it. Nodding once she concluded that there was nothing that posed a threat only a few shrinking charms on it she led Harry out of the pub and up the road to a small ally.
"Here now I'm sure you can appirate but just so that you don't get lost hold on to my arm." She held out her forearm for him to take a hold of, he did this without a moment of thought, he had never been to her house and had no idea where it was. The next thing he knew was a slight tug and the unpleasant whirling sensation. Then it stopped, he landed with his feet firmly on the ground facing a decent sized muggle house in the country.
Hermione was walking up the path towards the country house. Opening the front door with a key she walked into the hallway. It was spacious and cosy at the same time, it gave Harry the welcoming feeling of home as soon as he walked through the doorway. "Ginny I'm home, and I've got a new guest." Hermione called out through the house.
"Do you usually have guests?" Harry asked as he followed Hermione into the kitchen as she collected up a briefcase and papers.
"Yes, we use the extra room as a visitor space, usually for muggles that are passing by, so we have to keep the magical elements as quite as possible. Its not very often we have a guest from the wizening community. It gets quite lonely in this house, epically for Ginny so we have guests here as often as possible."
"Ginny!" Hermione called again. "I'm going to work, the guests name is James Williams, he's from Hogwarts, I'll be back late today again, see you when I get home, bye." With that she apairated out of the kitchen.
Harry stood there for a few moments before walking into the hall at the creak of the stairs, there he saw a tall thin red headed girl descending the stairs, there was a voice from behind her, "Mommy I heard my name."
A/N: I hope you like it, yer there are probably things spelt wrong, if there is can you tell me so I can correct them. The next chapter may take a while, cause I'm going away sorry.