Yes, I finally saw the last movie. I think it was the best thing I have ever seen in all my years of living.

But anyway, tell me what you think.

Summary: After all those years, Molly Weasley was the first to know. Ron X Hermione.

Disclaimer: I don't see why we still need to do these things! It's obvious that I don't own Harry Potter.

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Year One:

Dear Mum,

So far school's been good. Blimey, I've even made a friend! Harry Potter, would you believe it? Harry Potter's come to Hogwarts… and to be my friend too! You should meet him, mum, you really should. Can he come over for the summer Holiday? I don't think he'd be much trouble! Besides, if you knew what he's been through at home you'd feel sorry for the poor bloke too!

Classes are fine. Potions is a nightmare! I don't suppose you'd remember Snape… he's a right old bat, honestly! But it would be so much easier to get through if not for that Hermione Granger. She's Muggle- born and a right snob! Always thinks she knows better than Harry and me! Always raising her hand all the time for classes… and we have most of them together! Classes, I mean. Bugger, she's annoying.

Then again, when I'm nice to her she lets me copy some of her answers. So, maybe I should give her a little more credit.

Fred and George are still causing trouble, but besides Harry they're the most popular kids in all of Gryffindor Tower! Percy's still a prick and Scabbers keeps on getting fidgety around Harry. Do'ya think he might be sick?

Talk soon,

Ron.

Mum,

You wouldn't believe what just happened today! It's Halloween, I know but you would have a cow if you heard! A mountain troll was let into the castle, can you believe it?

But the next part is even more shocking. Remember that Hermione? The annoying one that looks like a beaver? Well, she decided to get herself locked up in the girl's toilet and, of course, the troll decides to take a peek! It was Harry's idea to help her out. We took on a mountain troll, mum! I finally got that bloody Charms spell to work. I earned five whole points to Gryffindor, mum! And Hermione even took the blame for it! That goody two- shoes actually got in trouble for once. I suppose it was my fault she was in there in the first place…

But I don't want to talk about that.

Anyway, I think we're friends now. She offered to help me with my History of Magic homework tomorrow when we got back to the common room before bed. I guess she knew I was having trouble with the Elfish Resistance in the early third century.

Don't be worried mum, I'll be more careful!

Ron.

P.S. Scabbers is still acting weird around Harry. He seems to be shifting… guiltily. But that's impossible.

Mum,

I'm in hospital right now writing this to you. Harry's on my left side, still passed out, and Hermione's on my other. She's fine and will be leaving any minute. I have to stay overnight.

You know our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Quirrell? Turns out he had You- Know- Who on the back of his head the whole year! Bloody hell mum! And we'd all thought it was Snape.

Harry thought something was up, especially after that three headed dog (I'll tell you about it during holiday… it's too complicated) we ran into! Turns out the dog was guarding something. The sorcerer's stone! Blimey, in the hands of You- Know- Who?

Anyway the trap door underneath the dog had Devil's Snare under it. Probably from Sprout. If Hermione hadn't listened in Herbology, I wouldn't even be here! She does have her moments. Not many, but they're there! Besides, we fight too much to be friends.

There were some enchanted keys that Harry used his Quidditch skills to find the right one. Flitwick used charms on that one. McGonagall's trap was next. It was a wizards' chess board, mum! I had to sacrifice myself so that Harry to checkmate the king. That's why I'm in hospital now, mum. I got knocked out. Snape put a trap up next! Hermione had to solve a puzzle to get through. She was absolutely brilliant! Harry got past to fight He- Who- Must- Not- Be- Named and Hermione went back to check on me and send an owl to Dumbledore. Good thing she did too or Dumbledore would have come too late to save Harry!

Hermione's wondering who I'm writing to. I guess she's as bored as I am in this bloody place. I hope you won't mind if I lie and say Bill. It's a matter of honor, mum.

Can Harry stay over this summer?

Ron.

Mrs. Weasley cherished every letter that her Ron sent her. It wasn't often that a son took time to send a letter to his mother. But as she flipped over the pages of her scrapbooks, these were the ones from his first year at Hogwarts that she found most touching.

And ironic.

She hugged the three letters to her breast and smiled, rocking in her chair, thinking. Her hair had long ago turned gray, the flames extinguishing to a beautiful white color. She was alone most of the time. Ever since Arthur… well…

And the kids never came around much anymore. They had their own kids to deal with. No one bothered with their old Mum anymore.

"Mum?" The baritone, nasally voice of her youngest son drifted through her hallways. She fingered the yellow, aging parchment of the letters with a wistful look in her eyes.

"I'm here, Ron," she called out to him softly.

"I only just arrived by Floo powder. Sorry I didn't warn you before but it's just the kids… and Rose has the chicken pox…" his stuttering only made her smile more. He bent down to give her a kiss on the cheek and pulled up a chair next to her.

"It's okay Ron. You know how happy I am to see you."

"What are you looking at mum?" he reached out a hand and Molly placed the letters in it. He read the first, then the second, then the third. A bemused smile crept up his face as he looked at his mother. "You kept these? After all this time?"

Molly Weasley kept rocking in her chair.

"I have more," she said innocently, but softly. Ron put a hand on her face and smoothed the deeply etched crinkles that lived there.

"Let's see 'em."