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‘Just another Weasley,’ those words still to this day rang through his ears. Growing up the red hair often became a giveaway of who he was, including his financial status. Sometime he grew up really hating to be known as a Weasley, always feeling as if he were lost in the crowd, and never fully being known for who he truly was. Looking back now he felt as if he was a foolish young teenager, lost in his years of what he deemed important. Growing up, he could now see that items were a lot more important than how much money you brought in. He looked back and felt he was more privileged then some other kids growing up, because he had a family that loved him to the stars and back. That seemed so much more important now than having the best of everything. He saw so many families that were broken and that was one thing nobody could ever take away from him, a family that loved him. He may have had to go without at certain points in his life, but at the end of the day his riches in love were unlimited.

However, for his own children he liked to make sure they never felt the way he did growing up. Knowing from experience that expressing love is the most meaningful thing to a child, it doesn’t always work. He certainly learned this from experience, his poor mum never had enough credit. That women held so much love in her heart, he was surprised she was still standing. Being an Auror, his wife having her own career as well, meant that Ronald was able to provide a little more ‘replaceable’ items for his family. His children were able to have better equipment then he ever had growing up. Sometimes he wondered if he was ruining them for their future, not letting them collect everything on their own. But, he had a difficult time saying no to his children, he did only have two after all, a little girl, and a little boy. They may not be little anymore, but they would always be his ‘little children.’ He was so grateful for his family, he was so grateful for what he was able to have now. Of course, to some families, the purebloods of course, him and his children would always be ‘the overpopulated Weasley’s’ but as mentioned…he was proud of this fact now.

He knew his children needed some money for new equipment for classes, they had both wrote him yesterday morning asking for equipment, with an added bonus of asking for Hogsmead money. He couldn’t really tell them no in regards to the schooling, and what would an extra little amount do harm? He supposed they deserved a few treats, that and with the way the world was going right now, he knew that having a little extra spending money for a Hogsmead trip might take their mind off things. However, if it were up to Ronald he’d prefer them be at home under his protection right now, but that was seemingly something he couldn’t really control.

This is what brought him to Gringott’s today, to pull out money of course. After pulling out some money he made his way out of the door, but before he even reached the door he found himself running into someone. “Oh, bloody hell,” he let out, as the little bag of coins fell from his hands.

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Normally in any investigations of hers, her offices spare desk was usually filled with folders of information on everything she wanted. No stone was left unturned after an investigation done by Diane Lockhart, she assured many people of that easily. However; this investigation had become much different, and the table was with just a few folders. The investigation was a secret therefore unable to use full force of a higher number of staff to put into it, and it’s lower on the list considering the murders and other events. The appointment of Burt Reynolds as Headmaster had attracted some eyebrow raising and the refusal of the Magical Education Department to further look into it, was enough to raise Diane’s. Her hands on her hips and glasses on she looked down on the files that she had opened, it was on the members of the Governors Board of Hogwarts from what she could gather on them without alarming anyone. I hate secret investigations likes this one, but this might be really worth it thought Diane as she closed up the files and stacked them neatly together. Walking behind her desk she took off her glasses and set them down and walked over and got her coat to leave.

Gringotts was a place on her list of places to visit, she did have some more information. From earlier before she got the official go ahead to move on with the investigation. Storing the information at the time felt like the smartest thing to do, at the time, now she needed to move it. Her office would be a temporary place, eventually she planned to move the information and work to her house. An area away from others, and hopefully protected and kept secret enough to ensure no one would disturb her. In a quick pop she was standing in Diagon Alley. She walked with a fierce attitude on her, she was the former trainer of Aurors as was known as to be a hard in ass that went through her training, as she was appointed by Burt Reynolds a man who once declared “war on all dark wizards, all of them”. She made a direct line to where she wanted to go as she started to enter the bank, something caught her eye in the distance. Turning her head trying to see what it was she had seen, but nothing or no one was there. As she turned back around to look where she was walking to she ran straight into someone who let out a “bloody hell” and she could hear his coin bag drop. She stumbled backwards but caught herself before she could fall off balance all the way.

Blinking her eyes at first she had a very fierce attitude ready to dispel a fury off insulting and still nice in some weird way. Then realizing it was Ronald Weasley the husband of her boss Hermione Weasley she picked up his coin bag and handed it to him. ”Oh Mr. Weasley I’m sorry for that I got distracted by something…you ok?” asked Diane she gave him a light smile being nicer, feeling sorry. ”How’s the family doing and you?” asked Diane giving him a nice smile.

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It could have easily been determined that Ronald Weasley had been at fault for this little run in. He had been so focused on some inner thoughts that he hadn't been paying that close attention to what he had been doing. He had been walking with an awkward stride toward the door, lost in transitioning thoughts. Thoughts that centered on the coins that remained in his hands, more coins than he could have ever imagined as a young bloke, something he seemingly took pride in with every stride. Draco Malfoy could no longer scuff at what he wore, or the money he earned, not that Malfoy would anymore. He had heard that Malfoy had grown up quite a bit in his adult years, but Ronald Weasley still had that pit of annoyance for the blonde haired man.

The other thoughts about his children, and, of course, what had been happening with the Wizarding World as of late. They should have all predicted some trouble to arise, major trouble eventually, they had been fortunate enough to have a long time in peace and prosperity to the point a bit of darkness would be sure to loom again. And, here it was, people attempting to change the world again into something that Ronald could never deem feasible. He had hoped danger would never arise for his family again, but that hope had to vanish eventually, and it had now. His need for protecting the ones he loved more feverish than even that of a young teenager, he now not only had his siblings, parents, and Hermione...he had children of his own. He could almost understand his mums constant worrying growing up because he worried for his own children just as much as she did with them. However, he'd never let his children do what he did growing up, he'd make sure of that. He tried to maintain a tight rope.

He almost went to reach for his wand, a clear indication that Ron had not been in the right of his mind. He felt like he needed to stand on guard ever since he heard about this man Ian, this man that threatened many people he loved. If he ever ran into that man, that man would have hell to pay, or rather...maybe, Ronald would because he'd be the type to get himself involved in something he shouldn't have. Having the tendency to think he is more prepared to take on items than he really ought to be.

Flustered when he realized who he had bumped into, he gave an uneasy grin. "Hello, Ms. Lockheart." he tried to give an awkward hesitant laugh for his clear fumble. "Thanks," nodding his head, "It's quite alright. I was partial to blame," still flustered he reached out collecting his coins and stiffly put them into his pocket. The woman before him always made him slightly on edge, in the sense of wanting to maintain professionalism with her. The woman often reminded him of his wife, his mum, and Professor McGonagall back in his days at Hogwarts. The type of person that put a little fear into you, but just the same you couldn't help but to respect her, and admire her. She was a tough lady, but just the same she'd always shown Ron nothing but respect. It wasn't as bad as to where he couldn't communicate with her, which was always a positive as well.

His wife was her boss after all, so his fear for her had to simmer down a little. If he could handle his wife, he could certainly handle Ms. Lockheart. "They're all doing as well as they can be, I suppose." sighing a bit, he rubbed the back of his neck. "I think we’re all getting a bit worried about all the recent events though. Hugo and Rose have both written me asking for information, but I've been trying to keep it as simple as possible. I don't want to worry them anymore than they already are. And, you know my wife," rolling his eyes a bit, a look of endearment however, did etch his eyes, it wasn't annoyance. "She's been busy at work, over working herself if I might add. But, were all fine." Ron had truthfully, probably been over working himself as well. He hadn't sat down for dinner with Hermione in over a week. But, he felt he could handle items much better than her, but the opposite could probably be said. Hermione was always able to handle a heavier work load than Ronald.

"How about you?" he asked in return, he knew her role in society could be just as stressful as the rest of them.

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