The nine of them turned as one towards the door, managing to get to and out of it without bumping into anyone; when the Weasleys went out all together, it was best to get out of their way. They passed through the door which expanded to let them all out and then they were out in the glaring sun, standing in Diagon Alley.
âWhere are we going?â Ron asked, matching stride with his mother.
âFlourish and Blotts for books; the Apothecary for Potion supplies and such; then the medi-witch for Charlie. And of course, Ollivanderâs for you and Charlie.â
âWhy for Charlie?â Percy asked.
âWell, if Ron can use Charlieâs, heâll need a new wand. And if Ron canât, heâll need one, wonât he?â
âWeâre not going to Gringotts?â Ron asked hopefully.
âI donât know yet. We can certainly start without going in, but we might have to. Weâll see how things look as the day goes on.â
Ron withheld a groan; he loathed going to Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank. The bank was traditionally run by goblins, but there were a few wizards on the staff of each branch. There were very few who worked in the building proper; most worked outside of it, a large part of them treasure-finders and curse-breakers, like Bill.
But goblins were not the reason that Ron hated going there (although they did come in at a close second). What Ron hated most was the way they moved through and past the vaults. Since the bank held thousands of vaults, it went nearly as many feet underground. The only way to a vault was in one of the carts that ran on a track. Once, when Bill had gone to America on vacation, he had gone on a Muggle contraption called a roller-coaster, which worked much the same way. Except that where a roller-coaster went every-which way (including upside down) the Gringottsâ carts went in one direction at break-neck speed. He didnât know how Bill managed working there every single day, even if it meant living in Egypt.
Ron shivered at the thought. While some people enjoyed going faster than the speed of sound, he didnât. The very idea nearly made him sick and more often than not, he ended up throwing up either while they were going down to the family vault, or shortly after climbing out of the cart.
âAre we going anywhere else?â he asked.
âYes....â
âWhere?â he asked eagerly.
âItâs a surprise,â she answered.
Ron bit back a groan and jogged up to his father. âWhere are we going?â he asked.
âThe usual places,â his father answered absently.
âI know that,â Ron said. âAnywhere special?â
Mr. Weasley looked over his shoulder, and seeing that she was in deep conversation with Ginny and Percy, leaned closer to Ron and whispered, âEyelopâs Owl Emporium.â
Ron tried not to get excited. âWhy?â he whispered back.
âTo get Percy an owl,â came the murmured answer with a smile.
Ron didnât know how, but somehow, he managed not to cry at the injustice of it. He was getting old books, Percyâs robes, Percyâs rat and was likely to end up with Charlieâs wand. Wasnât he going to get anything new?
âWhy?â he asked again, forcing away the sinking feeling that had suddenly come over him.
âBecause heâs a prefect.â
âSo? Bill was Head Boy and you didnât get him anything.â
His father blushed. âThatâs not the point,â he mumbled.
âYou know what else?â Ron continued, starting to get angry at how unfair this was. âEven if Bill hadnât been Head Boy, or you had gotten him something...you still shouldnât get Percy an owl. Itâs not like he has any friends to write to anyway.â
âThatâs not either the pointâ“â
âStop!â Mrs. Weasley commanded, calling them all to a halt outside Eyelopâs.
âWhy are we stopping here?â Charlie asked, balancing carefully on his uninjured leg.
âWeâre getting Percy an owl,â she answered, her face lighting up.
Six mouths, including Percyâs, fell open. Ron was the only one not surprised and he scowled.
âWhat for?â George asked, recovering first.
âFor being made prefect.â
âMum, I was Head Boy and I didnât get anything. Why should he get something for being a prefect?â Bill asked, and Ron couldnât help but give his father a look that said I told you so.
Mrs. Weasleyâs smile dimmed considerably and what was left of it looked strained. âWe are going to go inside and get Percy an owl. Because that is what I want to do,â she added as Fred opened his mouth to protest.
âMum, itâs okay,â Percy said, clearly uncomfortable. âI donât need an owl...who would I write to?â he asked, and Ron shot another look at his father, who blushed and looked down at his shoes.
âNo,â their mother said, âyou deserve it and youâre going to get it. Come on,â she said, grabbing Ginny by one hand and dragging her into the Emporium, Percy and their father following helplessly. Percy threw a guilty look over his shoulder at them.
âYouâd think heâd be happy, at least,â Fred grumbled.
âNah,â Ron said, âheâs not that much of a prat. Mind you, by the time he walks out, thereâll be a smile the size of a galleon on his face.â The brothers nodded and Ron moved to join Bill and Charlie on the bench outside of the shop. He smiled suddenly. âBut youâve gotta give him credit for at least walking in unhappy.â
Charlie laughed. âYeah. It mustâve killed him.â
The five fell silent, Fred and George leaning against the storefront, all lost in their own thoughts. Ron was about to fall asleep out of boredom when, out of nowhere, a voice came shouting over the noisy hustle and bustle of the other shoppers: âFred! George! Fred!â
âLee?â George said, stretching to see over the heads of the moving throng.
âOver here!â the voice yelled as its owner came into sight. A black boy, who looked to be the twinsâ age, with a mass of dread-locks where his hair ought to be, pushed through the crowd and came running over to them, a huge grin plastered on his face.
âLong time no see!â he exclaimed, and then saw the rest of them. âAnd they are?â
âCharlie,â Fred said, pointing. âCaptain of his yearâs Quidditch team. He works with dragons in Romania.â
âCool!â Lee said, shaking Charlieâs hand. âIâve heard of you. Wood says you could have played for England.â
Charlie gave him a wicked grin. âEver flown a dragon?â
âNo,â Lee said, a wary expression on his face.
Charlie sighed wistfully. âWell, youâd understand if you would âave. Youâd never want to get on a broom again.â
âThis is Bill,â Fred said, continuing the introductions. âHead Boy.â
Lee had started to put his hand out, but slowly drew it back. âIs he anything like Percy?â Ron heard him mutter from the corner of his mouth.
Fred laughed. âNothing like Percy. Donât you know? Perce is the black sheep in the family; no one is like him. No one likes him for that matter, either,â he added with a smirk.
âWhat do you do?â Lee asked, putting his hand out once again.
âIâm a treasure-hunter and curse-breaker for the Gringotts branch in Egypt,â Bill answered.
âWicked!â Lee said, putting quite some feeling into it. âWhose this?â he asked, nodding at Ron.
âRon,â Fred said blandly. âFirst year.â
âOh,â Lee said, sounding disappointed. He didnât put his hand out and Ron scowled at him. âGuess what?â Lee said, his face lighting up suddenly as he rubbed his hands together eagerly.
âWhat?â the twins asked together.
âIâve received a letter from McGonagall,â he said proudly.
The twinsâ faces fell a bit.
âSo?â Fred asked. âItâs not your first.â
âAnd it wonât be your last. Whatâs the big deal?â George asked.
âMcGonagallâs made me the new Quidditch Commentator!â
âWicked!â the twins echoed one another.
âThank you! Thank you! Thank you!â Lee said, bowing pompously as the twins burst into laughter. Lee rose from the bow. âIâve got to go now; me Mumâs waiting.â He started down the road, turning suddenly. âSee you on the train!â he called, walking backwards. âIf they donât kick you out first!â
âThey donât have the nerve!â Fred called back, laughing.
Lee stopped, a thoughtful look on his face. âYouâre probably right!â he yelled before he whirled around with a last laugh and disappeared. Just a few minutes later, Percy emerged from Eyelopâs, a caged tawny owl held in front of him. Charlie hopped over to him as their parents emerged with Ginny.
âWhat are you going to name him?â Charlie asked his fingers already through the bars, petting the owl.
âHermes,â Percy said proudly.
âPerfect,â Charlie said as he stroked the owlâs head. He looked positively gleeful.
âItâs amazing,â Ron muttered to Bill as they moved down the street. He pointed at Charlie, who was already giving Percy tops on correct owl care. âYou put an animal in front of him and he turns two all over again. Heâs like the gentle giant or something.â
âI know,â Bill whispered back in quiet amazement.
Some time later, they finally finished all their shopping; even Charlieâs leg had been healed. There was only one thing left to take care of: the wand.
âWill it do?â Mrs. Weasley asked nervously.
âMay I see it?â Mr. Ollivander asked, extending a gnarled hand.
Ron shrugged, digging into his pockets and pulling out the battered wand, desperately trying to hide the unicorn hair that was poking out of it and feeling stupider than he ever had in his life. Why hadnât Charlie taken better care of it?
âGood. Good. Is it in your wand hand?â Mr. Ollivander asked. âGood. Good,â he said again as Ron nodded. Mr. Ollivander stared at him expectantly.
âNow what?â Ron asked, the feeling of stupidity growing.
âJust give a wave, or a flick,â came the answer. âBe natural.â
Now feeling even stupider, Ron raised his arm and brought the wand down. Nothing happened. Without being told, he flicked it again. Still nothing.
Mr. Ollivander peered at him over his glasses. âAre you sure that it worked before?â
âVery,â Ron answered, painfully remembering the sparks shooting into his face.
âRon?â Charlie said, moving closer.
âYeah?â
âSwitch hands.â
âBut Iâm a righty This is my wand hand!â
âYou may be a righty, but you were holding it in your left hand when we were in the forest.â
âI was?â Ron asked, trying to remember.
âYeah.â
âButâ“â
âJust switch it. Canât hurt.ââ
Ron looked at Mr. Ollivander who looked back, his expression unchanging. Shrugging, Ron switched hands. Immediately, he felt the familiar warmth flood his arm. Ron raised his arm again and brought it down in a sweeping blow. Stars and sparks came shooting out of it and both Mr. Ollivander and Charlie stepped back so they wouldnât be hit.
Ron stared at Mr. Ollivander, confused. Mr. Ollivander looked surprised.
âButâ“â Ron said, starting to protest.
âHave you always been right-handed?â Mr. Ollivander asked sternly.
âYes,â Ron answered.
âAll your life?â
What, does he think Iâm stupid? Ron thought, nodding again.
Mr. Ollivander dismissed the matter with a wave of his hand. âWell, it doesnât matter now. Just make sure you always use your left hand from now on. For magic and everything else. Understand?â
Ron nodded again.
âGood,â Mr. Ollivander said, as though that put an end to the conversation. He turned to Mrs. Weasley. âThe wand will do for him. I take it that this young man will need a wand now?â he added, nodding at Charlie.
âYes,â she answered. âBut Iâll leave him here to do it on his own. The rest of us must be getting home.â She bent to start handing out the packages that were resting on the floor.
âThank you for your help,â she said and with one last wave, she led the family our of Ollivanderâs: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.
âRon, did you put your things away yet?â Mrs. Weasley called up to the attic.
âNot yet!â he yelled back.
âWhat are you waiting for?â
âA place to put all of it!â he shouted.
âYou have an expandable cauldron, donât you? Use it!â
Groaning, Ron rose from his bed and shuffled over to the closet. Yawning, he bent down and placed the heavy cauldron inside of it. With another yawn, he started transferring all of his supplies into it. After he had placed the last Potions beaker inside, he closed the closet door, falling back onto his bed. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Only two week till school he thought, nervous. I canât believe Iâm finally going to Hogwarts.
He rolled over onto his stomach, resting his head in his folded arms. He opened one eye to see Scabbers asleep on the dresser.
Stretching over, he cupped the sleeping rat in one hand, placing Scabbers on the pillow next to his head. âJust curious mate,â he said with yet another yawn, âwhy is it that you donât do anything but sleep?â
Scabbers didnât answer, but Ron hadnât really been expecting him to. But he did wake up long enough to move closer to Ronâs head, curl up and then fall back asleep.
âAll you ever do is slee...eee...eeep,â Ron said with a huge yawn. âThen again,â he said, trying and failing to stop another one, âsleep sounds really good right now.â
Scabbers squeaked and Ron smiled. Curling up, Ron closed his eyes, and still smiling, fell into a dream-filled sleep.
A/N: Sorry I've been so long in updating; been a bit busy with my other fic. Thanks to all the god-like reviewers! (Hint hint. Wink wink.)
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