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After the explanation, Molly and Arthur instructed Bill and Charlie to keep an eye on their younger brothers. "Bill, Charlie, please take care of the twins and Ron for now," Molly said. "Percy and the twins need to finish their Hogwarts shopping."
"No problem, Mum," Bill replied. "We've got this."
Arthur added, "And Ron, why don't you go with Percy and the twins to Hogwarts? They could use your help."
Ron's face lit up. "Really? I can go?"
"Yes, dear," Molly said. "You can help them with their shopping and make sure they don't get into any trouble."
Ron grinned. "Brilliant! I'd love to go!"
Percy, who had been quiet until then, spoke up. "Thanks, Ron. We could use your expertise."
The twins chimed in, "Yeah, Ron! Come on, let's go get our Hogwarts gear!"
With that, Ron happily accompanied Percy and the twins to finish their Hogwarts shopping, feeling included and important once again.
After the kids left, Molly, Arthur, and Mrs. Tucker sat down at the table again, enjoying the quiet moment together. Molly asked, "How's Harry doing, Mrs. Tucker? We've been so caught up with the kids, I haven't had a chance to ask."
Mrs. Tucker smiled, "Ah, Harry's doing wonderfully. He's always been a bright boy, and his love for books is just amazing."
"Really?" Arthur asked, interested. "What do you mean?"
Mrs. Tucker leaned in, "Well, Harry was only seven when he started coming to the public library. And he didn't just read children's books, oh no... he started reading secondary level books! Can you imagine?"
Molly's eyes widened, "That's incredible! What sparked his interest in reading so much?"
Mrs. Tucker's eyes twinkled, "I think it's just his natural curiosity and passion for learning. He'd spend hours devouring books on every subject imaginable. I've never seen a child like him."
Arthur nodded, "He's certainly a special boy. We're lucky to have him as a part of our lives."
Molly smiled, "Absolutely. I'm so grateful he's found a friend in Ginny... and in all of us, really."
As they continued their conversation, Mrs. Tucker shared more about Harry's early days at the library. "You know, Harry was a very reserved boy," she said. "He would just come in, read his books, and never talk to anyone. It was like he was in his own little world."
Molly and Arthur nodded, intrigued by this insight into Harry's past.
"But then, something changed," Mrs. Tucker continued. "When Harry was eight, he approached me for the first time. He wanted to read advanced books, but he knew he needed to practice more. He wanted to improve his Maths, Physics, Chemistry... everything!"
Arthur's eyes widened, "That's incredible! What made him think like that at such a young age?"
Mrs. Tucker smiled, "That's the amazing part. He came up to me and asked if he could work at the library, so he could buy his own stationery. Can you believe it?"
Molly's voice was full of emotion, "That's so sweet! What did you say to him?"
Mrs. Tucker's eyes sparkled, "I asked him why he didn't ask his family for help, and he said... (pausing for dramatic effect) ...'They're not rich, and I don't want to burden them.' I was taken aback by his maturity. He was just eight years old, but he had a sense of responsibility that was beyond his years."
Arthur nodded, "That's our Harry, always thinking of others before himself."
As they continued their conversation, Mrs. Tucker shared more about her encounter with Harry. "So, I offered to help him," she said. "I told him that if he reads with me, I'll buy him the necessities he needs. And he accepted!"
Molly and Arthur exchanged amazed glances.
"Then, I asked him what books he wanted to read," Mrs. Tucker continued. "And he told me that he had already completed secondary level books! I was astonished, to say the least."
Arthur's eyes widened, "That's incredible! What did you do then?"
Mrs. Tucker smiled, "I decided to test his knowledge. I asked him the most difficult questions I could think of, but he answered them with ease and accuracy. I was blown away by his intelligence and maturity."
Molly leaned in, "What kind of questions did you ask him?"
Mrs. Tucker thought for a moment, "I asked him about advanced calculus, physics, and chemistry. He answered every question correctly, without hesitation. It was like talking to a university professor, not an eight-year-old boy!"
Arthur shook his head, "That's our Harry, always surprising us with his abilities.
As they continued their conversation, Mrs. Tucker shared more about her experience with Harry. "So, I decided to take it upon myself to teach Harry," she said. "I taught him everything I could - Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Politics, Geography, History, Economics, Law... you name it!"
Molly's eyes widened, "That's quite a range of subjects!"
Mrs. Tucker nodded, "Yes, I wanted to give him a well-rounded education. And that's not all - I also taught him ancient languages like Sanskrit, Greek, Latin, Italian, German, French, and even a little Spanish."
Arthur's eyes lit up, "And what about computer skills? Did you teach him that too?"
Mrs. Tucker smiled, "Ah, yes! I taught him basic programming and computer skills. He picked it up so quickly!"
Molly shook her head, "That's incredible. He's so talented."
Mrs. Tucker's expression turned serious, "But despite all his talents and abilities, Harry always had an inferiority complex. He would always underestimate himself, no matter how well he did."
Arthur frowned, "That's strange. Why would he do that?"
Mrs. Tucker sighed, "I don't know, but it's like he couldn't see his own worth. He would always doubt himself, even when he got perfect grades and praise from everyone."
Molly nodded, "Yes, I've seen that in him too. He's always been a bit too self-critical." remembering the letter.
As they continued their conversation, Mrs. Tucker shared a shocking revelation. "And then came the biggest shock of all," she said. "I found out that Harry's relatives, the ones who were supposed to be taking care of him, they're not poor at all. In fact, they're quite wealthy."
Molly's eyes widened in surprise, "What? That's unbelievable!"
Mrs. Tucker nodded, "I know. But what's even more unbelievable is that they don't treat him like their own son. They only see him as their nephew, and they don't give him the love and attention he deserves."
Arthur's face twisted in disgust, "That's horrible. How could they do that to him?"
Mrs. Tucker shook her head, "I don't know, but it's clear that they don't understand him. They don't see his potential, his talents, his worth. They just see him as a burden."
Molly's voice was filled with empathy, "Poor Harry. No wonder he has an inferiority complex. He's been made to feel like he's not good enough."
Mrs. Tucker's eyes filled with tears, "Yes, it's heartbreaking. But despite all this, Harry has grown into an amazing young man. He's kind, intelligent, and talented. And he deserves so much better than what he's been given."
As they continued their conversation, Mrs. Tucker shared another heart-wrenching detail. "But what really broke my heart was when I asked him to leave his relatives' house and come live with me," she said. "He declined, saying that maybe they don't love him, and he doesn't deserve their love, but he still accepts them as his family."
Molly's eyes welled up with tears, "That's so sad. He feels like he's not worthy of love."
Mrs. Tucker nodded, "Yes, it's like he's given up on himself. But then he said something that really struck me. He said, 'They're my only relatives, and deep down, I love them.'"
Arthur's voice was filled with emotion, "That's incredible. Despite all the neglect and hurt, he still loves them."
Mrs. Tucker's voice cracked, "Yes, it's like he's willing to forgive them, even if they don't deserve it. He's just that kind of person."
Molly shook her head, "It's unbelievable. He's been through so much, but he still has so much love to give."
Mrs. Tucker smiled through her tears, "That's Harry for you. He's an amazing young man, and he deserves all the happiness in the world."
As they continued their conversation, Mrs. Tucker shared more about Harry's personality. "He's grown to be quite pessimistic, unfortunately," she said. "He always expects the worst, even when things are going well."
Molly nodded thoughtfully, "That makes sense, given his background."
Mrs. Tucker then changed the subject, "You know, he's told me some amazing stories about his accidental magic. Like the time he made a flower bloom just by looking at it!"
Arthur chuckled, "That's our Harry, always making things happen!"
Mrs. Tucker smiled, "Yes, and then there was the time he made a cake float in the air because he was so excited about eating it!"
Molly laughed, "That sounds like Harry, all right!"
Mrs. Tucker's expression turned serious, "But what really struck me was when he told me that he's never had a birthday party before. He said it was because he never wanted to be a burden to his relatives."
Molly's eyes widened in understanding, "Ah, now I get it. That's why he didn't want to make a fuss about his birthday. He's always putting others before himself."
As they continued their conversation, Mrs. Tucker shared a heartwarming moment when Harry opened up about his feelings for Ginny. "The day he spent with your daughter was a turning point for him," she said. "He came back beaming with joy, and his attitude towards life had completely changed."
Molly's eyes sparkled, "What happened that day?"
Mrs. Tucker smiled, "He told me that he realized his feelings for Ginny went far beyond friendship. He was so adorable when he described the butterflies in his stomach and the warmth in his heart whenever she's around."
Arthur chuckled, "Sounds like Harry's got it bad!"
Mrs. Tucker nodded, "He does! And what's even more precious is how he blushed when talking about her. He's never been one to show his emotions, but with Ginny, he's a different person."
Molly sighed, "That's so sweet! What exactly did he say?"
Mrs. Tucker's face lit up, "He said, 'I feel like I'm floating on air when she's near me. My heart skips a beat, and I can't think straight.' He was blushing furiously, but he couldn't help smiling."
Arthur grinned, "Well, it's clear Harry's smitten! We're happy to see him so happy."
After knowing Harry's feelings for Ginny, Arthur and Molly glanced at each other, exchanging a knowing look. They couldn't help but smile, despite being a bit surprised by the revelation.
"I know, it's strange," Arthur said, "but I'm actually happy for him. He's been through so much, he deserves to be happy."
Molly nodded in agreement, "I know what you mean. It's just that Ginny's our little princess, and it's hard to think of her as a young woman with her own feelings and relationships."
Arthur chuckled, "I know, it's like they're growing up too fast. But we have to trust that they know what they're doing."
Molly smiled, "And who knows, maybe Harry's the perfect bloke for her. He's a great guy, and he clearly adores her."
Arthur nodded, "Yes, maybe this is exactly what they both need. A little bit of love and happiness in their lives."
As they continued to talk, they couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and hope for the young couple. Despite their initial reservations, they knew that they had to support Harry and Ginny, no matter what.
Mrs. Tucker, Arthur, and Molly were discussing Harry and Ginny's blossoming feelings for each other. They decided to have a friendly bet on when the two would realize their feelings went beyond friendship and get together.
Molly spoke up first, "I think it'll take at least until Harry's third year. He's still so young, and I think it'll take time for him to realize his feelings."
Mrs. Tucker nodded thoughtfully, "I think it'll take even longer, maybe until his fourth year. The changes in his body will make him realize his feelings, but it'll take time."
Arthur, however, had a different opinion. He thought for a moment, recalling the way Harry looked at Ginny, and then said, "I bet Harry will profess his feelings this year itself."
Molly and Mrs. Tucker burst out laughing, but Arthur just smirked. "I know that look on his face," he said. "It's the same look I had when I asked Molly out, and I was in fifth year, much older than Harry. But I know that look, and I know he's smitten."
Molly playfully rolled her eyes, "You're such a romantic, Arthur."
Mrs. Tucker chuckled, "Well, we'll just have to wait and see who wins the bet."
Mrs. Tucker smiled wistfully, "Actually, we came here today to make Harry my heir and do some shopping, but fate had other plans, it seems."
Molly's eyes widened in surprise, "Your heir? What do you mean?"
Mrs. Tucker nodded, "Yes, I've decided to leave my estate to Harry. He's a dear boy, and I think he deserves it."
Arthur glanced at his watch and stood up, "I'm so sorry, but I have to run. I took a half day off, and I need to prepare for work."
Molly nodded understandingly, "Of course, dear. We'll catch up later."
As Arthur left, Mrs. Tucker turned to Molly and smiled, "Well, it's just 10 now, and we still have plenty of time to chat. I want to hear more about your life, Molly. How have you been?"
Molly smiled, happy to share, "I've been well, thanks. Just busy with work and life in general. But I'm happy to be here with you and catch up."
Mrs. Tucker nodded, "I'm glad we have this time together. I feel like I haven't seen any witch in ages."
And their conversation started.
The Granger family, along with several other Muggleborns and their families, stood at London King's Cross station, looking a bit bewildered as Professor Sprout explained how to access Platform 9 3/4.
"Okay, everyone, so you'll need to walk straight at the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10," Professor Sprout said, gesturing down the platform. "Don't worry, it won't hurt, I promise!"
Hermione's mother, Mrs. Granger, looked concerned. "Are you sure this is safe? I don't want anyone getting hurt."
Professor Sprout smiled reassuringly. "I've been doing this for years, Mrs. Granger. Your family will be perfectly fine."
Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, chuckled. "I think we're more worried about looking silly in front of all these people, Professor."
Professor Sprout laughed. "Don't worry, Mr. Granger, everyone looks a bit silly their first time. Even I did, many years ago!"
As Professor Sprout finished her explanation, the group took a deep breath and began to make their way towards the brick wall, ready to embark on their magical journey.
"Remember, just walk straight at the wall and trust me!" Professor Sprout called after them.
After successfully navigating the platform barrier, Professor Sprout led the group to a large fireplace situated at the far end of Platform 9 3/4. The fireplace was surrounded by comfortable-looking armchairs and a small table, giving the area a cozy feel.
"Okay, everyone, now that you've mastered the art of walking through walls, it's time to learn about the Floo Network," Professor Sprout said, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
Hermione's eyes widened with interest. "The Floo Network? I've read about it, but I've never actually used it!"
Professor Sprout nodded. "Well, today's your lucky day, Hermione. The Floo Network is a system of interconnected fireplaces that allow wizards and witches to travel quickly and easily between different locations."
Mr. Granger looked skeptical. "You mean, we just step into the fire and...?"
Professor Sprout smiled. "Exactly, Mr. Granger. Although, I must caution you, it can be a bit disorienting at first. But don't worry, I'll be with you every step of the way."
As Professor Sprout finished her explanation, she gestured to the fireplace. "Shall we give it a try? Who's first?"
Justin Finch-Fletchley, one of the Muggleborns, hesitantly raised his hand. "I'll go first, Professor."
Professor Sprout smiled encouragingly. "Excellent, Justin! Just step into the fire, and say 'Diagon Alley' clearly. Ready?"
One by one, the group stepped into the fireplace and disappeared into the Floo Network, reappearing moments later at the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, looked a bit dazed but exhilarated by their first Floo experience.
"Wow, that was amazing!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed.
Professor Sprout, who had traveled last, smiled warmly as she emerged from the fireplace. "Glad you enjoyed it, everyone! Now, let's get started on our shopping trip to Diagon Alley."
As they made their way out of the Leaky Cauldron and into the hidden wizarding street, Professor Sprout began to explain the art of shopping in Diagon Alley.
"Remember, everyone, to always keep your wits about you and your wand at the ready. And don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it."
Hermione nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement. "I've been reading about the different shops here, Professor. Can we go to Ollivanders first?"
Professor Sprout smiled. "Of course, Hermione. Ollivanders is a must-visit for any young witch or wizard. Let's go!"
As they set off down the street, Professor Sprout continued to offer words of wisdom and advice, guiding them through the magical world of Diagon Alley.
Before they could start their shopping adventure, Professor Sprout gathered them around her and gave them instructions. "Alright, everyone, today we're going to split up and visit various shops. But first, we need to take care of one important thing: exchanging your Muggle money for wizarding currency and opening a vault at Gringotts Wizarding Bank."
Hermione's eyes widened with excitement. "I've heard so much about Gringotts! Is it really run by goblins?"
Professor Sprout nodded. "Yes, it is. And they're very good at their job. Now, let's get started. We'll go to Gringotts first, exchange your money, and open a vault for each of the children. Then, you can split up and do your shopping."
As they entered Gringotts, they were greeted by a stern-looking goblin. "Welcome to Gringotts Wizarding Bank. How can I assist you?"
Professor Sprout stepped forward. "We need to exchange some Muggle money for wizarding currency and open a vault for these children."
The goblin nodded and led them to a counter, where they exchanged their money and opened a vault for each of the kids.
"Remember, this vault is for your child's use only," Professor Sprout instructed the parents. "They can use it to store their money and other valuable items."
With their vaults open and their money exchanged, they were ready to start their shopping adventure. "Now, let's split up and meet back here in a few hours," Professor Sprout said. "And don't forget to keep your wand shopping for last. We'll do that together."
The Granger family, now split up from the others and Professor Sprout, made their way to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Hermione's eyes widened as she pushed open the door and stepped inside. The shop was filled with rows of shelves stacked high with robes of all colors and sizes.
"Welcome to Madam Malkin's!" a friendly saleswitch exclaimed. "Let's get you measured for your school robes, dear."
Hermione stood patiently as the saleswitch took her measurements. "You'll need a few sets of robes for school, dear. We'll get you fitted for those right away."
But as they made their way to the payment counter, Hermione's eyes grew wide with dismay. "Mum, look at that line! It's huge!"
Mrs. Granger nodded sympathetically. "I know, dear. It does look like a bit of a wait."
Hermione thought for a moment before asking, "Can I go get an ice cream while we wait? I don't want to stand here for ages."
Mrs. Granger smiled. "That sounds like a lovely idea, dear. You go enjoy your ice cream, and we'll wait here in line."
As they walked into the shop, Ginny couldn't help but feel like it was a date, just like the ones she had read about in novels. Harry, too, was feeling a little bit the same, although he wouldn't admit it out loud.
"Welcome to Forstecue's Ice Cream Parlor!" Mr. Forstecue boomed, his face lighting up with a warm smile. "Harry, my boy, it's great to see you again! And you've brought a friend, I see."
Harry blushed slightly, "Yeah, Mr. Forstecue, this is Ginny. We're just... uh... getting some ice cream."
Mr. Forstecue's eyes twinkled with amusement, "Ah, an ice cream date, eh? Well, I'm glad to see you're following in the footsteps of the great romantics, Harry!"
Ginny giggled, feeling a little shy but happy to be included in the teasing.
"Shut up, Mr. Forstecue," Harry joked, laughing. "We're just friends."
Mr. Forstecue winked, "Of course you are, Harry. Of course you are. Well, what can I get for you two lovebirds today?"
Harry rolled his eyes good-naturedly, "Just two scoops of your best flavor, please, Mr. Forstecue."
As they waited for their ice cream, Ginny leaned over to Harry and whispered, "This does feel like a date, doesn't it?"
Harry's heart skipped a beat, but he just grinned and whispered back, "Maybe a little bit."As Harry whispered "Maybe a little bit" in response to Ginny's question, her heart fluttered with excitement. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks, and her eyes sparkled with delight.
Ginny's mind raced with thoughts, "Could it be true? Does Harry really feel the same way?"
She looked up at Harry, her eyes locking onto his, searching for answers. Harry's gaze held hers, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.
Ginny's feelings swirled with hope and uncertainty, "Maybe this is the start of something special," she thought to herself.
"Maybe a little bit," Harry's words echoed in her mind, leaving her wondering if maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of a beautiful romance.
"I feel like I'm floating on air," Ginny thought, her heart soaring with happiness. She couldn't wait to see what the future held for them.
As soon as the words "Maybe a little bit" slipped out of his mouth, Harry felt like he had revealed too much. He hadn't meant to admit his true feelings, but there they were, out in the open.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with delight, and Harry's heart skipped a beat. He felt like he was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, unsure of how to process them.
"Oh no, did I really just say that?" Harry thought to himself, his mind racing with panic.
But as he looked into Ginny's eyes, he saw something there that gave him hope. A spark of connection, a glimmer of understanding.
"Maybe I didn't mess up after all," Harry thought, his inner turmoil slowly subsiding.
"Maybe this is exactly what I needed to do," he thought, a sense of relief washing over him.
As they stood there, frozen in a moment of mutual understanding, Harry felt like he had finally slipped out of his shell, revealing his true feelings to the one person who mattered most.
As they stood there, Harry and Ginny were lost in each other's eyes, their minds racing with endless possibilities. They were no longer aware of their surroundings, their only focus on the connection between them.
"I could spend forever looking at her," Harry thought, his heart soaring with emotion.
"I feel like I'm melting into his eyes," Ginny thought, her soul stirring with excitement.
But their trance-like state was suddenly broken by Mr. Forstecue's voice, "Your ice cream is ready, for the third time!"
Harry and Ginny blushed deeply, looking away from each other in embarrassment.
"Oh, sorry Mr. Forstecue!" Harry exclaimed, trying to compose himself.
Mr. Forstecue chuckled to himself, "Just friends, huh?" he muttered, shaking his head in amusement.
As they took their ice cream and left the shop, Harry and Ginny couldn't help but steal glances at each other, their hearts still racing from the moment they shared.
"That was definitely not just friends," Ginny thought, smiling to herself.
"Definitely not," Harry agreed, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled back at her.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. Well this was kind of a semi- filler chapter. But you know that in this story they are meant to be that too very soon despite of young age as Harry and Ginny are mature already beyond their age. Harry has a reason to be mature but Ginny is mature naturally because of the connection she shared with him. Thanks for reading.§ Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!
