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Harry spent Christmas in a daze. Spending a Christmas with Percy was so odd as to make him feel completely detached from reality – especially since he'd never spent a Christmas with him in his other memories, the Magic Memories, as he had dubbed them.

The first Christmas he had spent at the Weasleys in his Magic Memories had been after Percy had a falling out with his family. Watching Percy sit there and smile and chat with Dudley about some office joke that was going around made him feel even more detached.

Soon after Christmas Dinner Harry walked out into the hall, only to bump into Percy, who was on his cell phone talking to his mother. Seeing Percy on a cell phone almost made him pass out from shock. It just didn't fit, like the image of Uncle Vernon waving a wand and riding a broomstick.

"Oh, hold on a second Mum." Percy pulled the phone away from his ear and covered the mouthpiece. "Sorry, Potter, am I in your way?" He asked as he backed up against the wall so Harry could pass him.

"Huh? Oh, no, I was just heading to the loo." Harry said quickly as he moved past him. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to stop tears from appearing as he heard Mrs. Weasley's voice over the phone.

"Percy? What's going on? Who's Potter? Does this have to do with that surprise you mentioned?"

Harry ran up the stairs as Percy got back on the phone and tried to placate his mother. Hearing Mrs. Weasley's voice and knowing that she didn't really know him… That tore at his heart as Magic Memories of her took over his mind.

He stumbled into the bathroom and managed to shut and lock the door before the tears came and the Magic Memories took over.

What he wouldn't do for a pensive…

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Harry had been back in London for a couple of weeks when he got a call from his agent one morning saying that some cop with a signed soccer ball was claiming that Harry had given him permission to call him.

Heart beating like a drum Harry gave his agent some instructions and then grabbed his jacket and headed to a small café near Harrods that was never busy in the morning during the week.

He was on his second cup of tea when a ginger-haired cop walked through the door. There was no mistaking it, the cop was Ronald Weasley.

Ron stood in the doorway, a hesitant look on his face as he took off his sunglasses and looked around the room, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom.

Harry couldn't help smiling when Ron finally spotted him. As Ron nervously approached another first meeting flitted through his brain. Two boys meeting on a train for the first time, both unsure and nervous about what waited at the end of the train ride, despite their excitement.

"Um, Harry Potter?" Ron asked tentatively when he reached Harry's table.

Harry couldn't suppress a chuckle. He casually pushed the chair across from him out with his foot. "No need to be so nervous. Take a seat and order some food. That is, if I can get the waitress's attention. She's rather bad about customer service."

Ron relaxed a little, but still didn't slump into his seat like Harry remembered from his Magic Memories. Either this Ron was different, or he was still a little nervous.

"If the customer service is bad, why do you come here?"

"The food is great and the price is right." Harry said as flagged down the bustling older waitress.

"Can I help you?" She asked when she reached the table.

"Ya, I'd love a good English breakfast and some more tea. Then whatever he wants. All on one check."

The waitress turned her piercing gaze on Ron.

Ron swallowed nervously before seeming to remember that he was a cop, he had no reason to fear a simple waitress. "I'll have the same, though coffee and orange juice instead of tea."

The waitress just nodded sharply and sped back to the kitchen, like all the hounds of hell were snapping at her heels.

"I see what you mean about the customer service," Ron commented as he studied Harry.

Harry took the chance to study Ron. He wasn't the same gangly boy from his Magic Memories. This Ron was filled out and carried a aura of peace and confidence about him that the Magic Ron had only carried rarely – usually when he was defending those he cared about.

"You don't look too much like your brother, minus the hair of course." Harry commented mildly, doing his best to ignore the overwhelming urge to ask about Ginny.

"Ya, I guess that's cause Percy's a prat. I mean, he's got his heart in the right place, but he's a prat."

Harry felt himself wanting to slip into his Magic Memories. Ron calling Percy a prat was almost as common as Hermione quoting a book.

Instead he just chuckled, "Funny, he could only sing your praises."

Ron blushed and mumbled, "Well, that's because he's only a prat around his family."

The waitress appeared with their drinks. Harry fixed his tea before starting up the conversation again.

"So, what made you want to be a cop?"

Ron's expression grew rather distant and sad. "Someone very close to me got mugged and beaten rather badly about six years ago. The cops were so overworked that they never found the culprit."

Harry felt anger lash through him at the pain on Ron's face. Who had been mugged? Was it someone from his Magic memories? He opened his mouth to ask, "Who-"

Ron seemed to read his mind and cut in, "Hey, can we talk about something else? That's a rather painful subject."

Realizing he wouldn't get anywhere by asking, Harry took Ron's suggestion and changed the topic. "Sure, do you want a couple tickets for our game on March 1st against Uruguay at Anfield? It's just a friendly game so I can get you several tickets if you want."

Ron's face lit up like a little kid's at Christmastime. "Really? I really only need two, one for me and another for my wife. But if you have another my sister would love to go."

Harry's heart leapt at the thought of seeing Ginny. "Sure, I can get you three tickets. I'll even send you some passes so you can come meet the team afterwards."

"You're the best Harry!" It took a moment, but Ron suddenly realized what he said. A look of shock and embarrassment crossed his face when he realized he called Harry by his first name.

It didn't bother Harry at all, the thought of Ron calling him 'Potter' made him nauseous. So he just chuckled and waved his hand. "it's fine, you can call me Harry. I get the feeling we could be friends, and friends don't call each other by their last name."

Ron grinned enthusiastically as the waitress put the food in front of them. Once she was gone he tore into his bacon as he said, "Call me Ron then."

Harry barely understood him through the bacon, but he still got the gist of it, "Sure thing, Ron."

The two of them ate in silence for awhile. Pure happiness pulsed through Harry's veins. For the first time in seven years he thanked the Magic Memories. Whatever his connection was with Ron, he was glad it was still there with this Ron, he had missed it.

When they were done eating Harry paid, though it took him awhile to catch the waitress. While they waited for his credit card Ron thanked him.

"Thanks for breakfast; I should make it up for you."

Harry held up his hand, "No need, it's nice to talk to someone that doesn't treat me like a celebrity."

Ron smiled genuinely back at him, "I'm sure it is, but you want to come over for dinner on Friday? We'd love to have you."

"Sure," Harry agreed as he inwardly hoped that the other half of the 'we' was Hermione. But he couldn't be sure, not in this muggle world. He wasn't even sure if they'd still be together in the Magic World at this time. They'd only ever shared one kiss and lots of fights.

The waitress came back with Harry's credit card and Ron wrote his address and phone number on the back of the receipt.

"We'll see you at seven then," Ron said happily as the two of them walked out the door.

"Alright, see you on Friday."

Harry slowly walked back to his flat, enjoying the cold weather and for the first time feeling perfectly fine with having two sets of memories. As long as he had Ron by his side everything would turn out alright in the end.

Plus, he'd be seeing Ginny in about a month.

Yes, things were definitely looking better, despite the fact that he had no idea why he had two sets of memories.

Reaching under his jacket to grip his necklace, Harry slowly walked down the busy street, lost in memories of Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

Author's Note: So, I know I said I probably wouldn't get another up before Christmas...but...you get another chapter. Consider it an early Christmas present.

This little present is due partly because of my inability to stop writing yesterday and also due to the wonderful reviews I got for chapter three.

Thank you wolfergirl, Rune Kensington, WeasleyWizardingWeezes12, FMKitsune and nicluvly for requesting I update soon. Especially niclvuly, because you've never asked before, despite reviewing every chapter I've put up on fanfiction. OH, and thank you sis for the two keyboard smashes as reviews...I don't know why you don't just type what you tell me in person...whatever, lol

Merry Christmas!

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