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Walking along the streets of Hogsmeade always brought back memories of his time at Hogwarts. There was a bit of a cold mist that seeped through the thick air, Hogwarts could be seen in the distance. Memories shot through his clouded mind of the days when he and Hermione walked these very streets together. In their third year it was the first time they'd ever really been alone together without Harry by their sides. In these visits Ron assumed to be the start of his real feelings for Hermione. Feelings that he would not own up until five years later. A smile appeared on his rosy red cheeks, as his eyes glistened over toward Honeydukes the first store they ever entered in together. honestly, ronald are you going to buy out the whole store. Hermione's airy voice ringing in his head, bringing a chuckle to his grin.

That shop not being his agenda for the day, but rather The Three Broomsticks. A little place he loved to spend many of his Hogsmeade trips at, drinking butterbeer. A place where his best friend Harry was often included in his memories. And, that memory of his sister snogging Dean in the back corner, and his look of disgust. Then Hermione questioning Ron if it had been them snogging, would he expect Ginny to get up and leave. He assumed the memory of Ginny snogging Dean actually was something that would hurt Harry's memories worse than his own. Ronald never actually had to witness Hermione kissing Krum, or anyone other than himself. He was rather thankful for this, just the fake horcrux of Hermione kissing Harry ruptured his stomach. He could only image the pain of really seeing her kissing another man that wasn't himself.

These memories were great, but boy did they make Ronald feel old. His hands pushed in the door entering The Three Broomsticks. Not too many people inhabited the spaces, which allowed him to sit up at the bar. He nodded his head a bit at the bartender, ordering himself a butterbeer, as a bit of a nip of cold caught him in the back as the door rang open again.

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Harry had been in Hogsmeade almost all day. He had awoken early to the form of a patronus sitting on his legs. It was a tiger and that meant only one thing, that Walton Grey wanted to have a chat. He had gotten out of bed making sure not to wake Ginny. But he probably did and she let him go. He loved that woman with every fiber of his being. Harry had then proceeded out of the house and apparated to Hogsmeade. Once there he had spent a considerable amount of time in the Shrieking Shack going over the location of Kingsley’s body and also other things with Walton. They had found new evidence that had been over looked before and so it was well worth the trip.

Now walking the streets of Hogsmeade, memories of times spent here with his friends flooded his mind, and also the few times that Harry had been here with Ginny. Those last memories brought a smile to Harry’s lips. A strong wind blew as he put his hands into his pockets even though he was wearing gloves, it was still a little bit chilly. After the wind had died down some Harry looked up to take stock of where he was at within the village and noticed that he was near the Three Broomsticks. And decided to make his way over there. He passed many people whom he knew and he laughed a little as some little kid threw a snow ball at him. Which Harry responded to the boy in kind. And that was when he was ganged up on by the boy and his friends. Harry decided that it was alright to have a little snowball fight with the kids.

After about twenty minutes and seeing that the kids were visibly shaking, Harry cast a drying charm on their clothes as well as his own, and also a drying charm on the little ones. “Go on home now.” He said with a smile. Harry loved little kids and as he looked up after the littlest kid gave him a hug, a little girl probably seven or eight years old, He watched as they all ran off to their homes. It reminded him of the many times that he had played with his kids. That was fun but now he could use a nice warm butterbeer. Making his way towards the Three Broomsticks he saw the all too familiar red hair of his best mate who just entered the pub.

Opening the door to the pub Harry spotted Ron over at the bar, and there was a seat next to him that was open. Raising a finger Harry signaled to the bartender for a butterbeer. “What brings you to this fine establishment today Ron?” Harry asked as he sat down to his best mate.

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The chilly wind would slip into the Three Broomsticks every so often. The cold air breezing over Ronald's neck as he could feel goosebumps rising upon him. As a young boy, he often felt he could never get warm. The clothing he wore often being too small for him, his mum always giving him his brother's old clothing. Ron never having clothing that fit him quite right. Being on his own, he had managed to finally buy articles of clothing that fit him just right. The jacket he wore now fit nicely upon his body, but even in the midst of his complaining attitude as a young boy, part of him felt the one article of clothing that always fit him right, that kept him the most warm was the sweaters his mum always hand-knitted him. It could also be the known thought that her heart and soul went into those sweaters she knitted her children, which kept him warm on the outside, and inside too.

As his butterbeer was placed in front of him, he nimbly picked it up, taking a few sips. The sweet taste divulging out into his mouth, perking his lips. "Thanks," he nodded at the bartender. It no longer being the waitress he once adored in his younger years at Hogwarts. For that woman had been taken advantage of long ago by Voldomort and soon after stopped tending to the Three Broomsticks. Ronald certainly wasn't as happy with the new bartender, but one could consider him bias. He heard the door swing open as what appeared to be three third years walk in. All from Gryffindor house giving Ron another small smile, as he reviled in his memories again. Harry had once had to sneak to be in here, but the memories were still thought upon fondly just the same. Truth be told, as much as he adored Harry Potter, the boy who lived, some of the time that Harry couldn't join Ron and Hermione, was what led Ronald to falling in love with his other best friend. Even if Harry had to suffer a bit...maybe, that was fates way of making sure Ronald got his now wife. A positive way to look at it? But, he was sure thirteen year old Harry wouldn't agree.

As the door sounded again, it was as if his thoughts seemed to coincide with the appearance of his best friend. Not the Hermione half, but the Harry half. And while he was younger he often found he never got time alone with Hermione. Now as he grew older it seemed to be the opposite. He never seemed to find time alone with his best male mate, and he missed the bloke. He knew it was part of growing up, and he was grateful for his wife, his children, and his job. However, that did not mean at some moments Ronald didn't wish that him and Harry could just have a moment together like when they were teenagers, with nothing interrupting them every second.

Ron turned to look at Harry, as a grin spread out onto his face. "Hey mate, day off from work. Hermione was working so I decided to come to Hogsmead. Check up on the children...in secret of course. Might stop off to get some candy before I leave too. But, nobody makes butterbeer quite like the Three Broomsticks." he expressed, as he took another gulp from his mug.

"What about you, mate? I know you've been busy," pausing, to take another sip. "With all the recent events going on." he finished with a swallow, setting the mug back down.

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“Hey mate, day off from work. Hermione was working so I decided to come to Hogsmead. Check up on the children...in secret of course. Might stop off to get some candy before I leave too. But, nobody makes butterbeer quite like the Three Broomsticks." Harry had taken a drink of his butterbeer as he listened to Ron talk about what had brought him here to the Three Broomsticks. “Those are some of the truest words that I have ever heard mate. Nothing beats butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks. Why do you think I have it delivered to the house? I only get the best of this stuff for family and friends.” Harry said as he thought about how much of this stuff was delivered to his house in Godric’s Hollow. Once the stuff was there it was all tested and checked for poison or curses or anything of that nature that might be harmful to them. You could never be too careful whether there was peace or whether there was war or dark times.

"What about you, mate? I know you've been busy…With all the recent events going on." Harry looked at Ron raising an eybrow at the question and statement. “Well it seems like you can now read minds Ron. Keep it up and we might as well make you the next divination professor at Hogwarts. Trelawny would be so proud of you. Predicting what I am about to say and all.” Harry said in a teasing tone, with a smirk as he took another drink of his butterbeer. Granted he hated thinking about Trelawny. But this was too good of an opportunity to not pass up. The stuff was too good and he knew that they might end up needing more since the contents of their mugs was quickly disappearing. He raise is hand a little to signal the bartender for another round.

“Well as you already know I have been quite busy with all that has been going on lately. In fact that is what brought me to Hogsmeade today or should I say the Shrieking Shack. I talked with Grey and we found new evidence at the scene of Kingsley’s murder that had been overlooked.” Harry said all of this in a whisper so that only Ron could hear him. “Also I am here checking up on the kids as well. I had a snowball fight with some children before I came in here. So how is the family doing? I know that Hermione is stressed out beyond belief. I love that woman like the sister that she is to me but when she gets stressed out it reminds me of how stressed she was during our O.W.L.s. But otherwise she is good doing well right?” Harry asked after Ron’s family since they were practically family as well. Hermione was like a sister to him, in fact she always had been, and then their kids were fun as well.

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"Bloody hell! It all makes sense now!"

Ron set down his mug giving a grin toward Harry. "I always wondered why the butterbeer at your home tasted so great. Got into a few tuffs with Hermione for her failed attempts at making the stuff." a guilty expression appeared on his face. Ronald had no idea they could bottle up the stuff and get it delivered to your home. Not that he ever really thought about asking before. His mum and Hermione often being the ones that assured he was well fed, and not dehydrated. "I'll have to get some for home. Maybe, convince Hermione I've made it." he smirked a bit. Knowing very well, she'd be able to quickly gather he wasn't telling the truth, Ronald never being one to know how to make much of anything. Sad really. If it weren't for his mum, and wife the boy would starve to death. He really ought to learn to be more appreciative as well, he was more now, then he ever had been in the past. He was growing up, and learning, but the man still had his moments.

Taking a sip of his butterbeer, he turned to face Harry, a grin on his face. "You should have been dead by now." he shoved him lightly in the arm. Then he placed two fingers to his forehead. "Wait...what is this... a vision. A vision!" he gaped, opened his eyes quickly, staring down into his butterbeer. "Look here...in the swirling dew. A prediction...Harry. I fear... I fear." he clutched at his heart, wide-eyed. "You are doomed. I sense a lot of fiery from a red-headed that walks among your home." he grinned at Harry, as he gulped down the remaining of his butterbeer, the bartender already being quick to refill his glass with more, not catching that Harry had signaled him earlier. "Better bartender than expected," he spoke casually.

As the seriousness over took their conversation, the drink of Ronald's remained untouched as he listened to his mate. "Yeah," he spoke simply in understanding. They had thought that the Wizarding World would be at peace, at least for the remainder of their lives, but it had been wishful thinking. "I feel bad for his family," Ron frowned momentarily, he couldn't imagine losing any family members, not after Fred, that'd been hard enough. "I came to check up on the kid’s too." another guilty expression appeared on his face, knowing the children hated this constant checking, but in these times, it was more needed than ever. "You know, Hermione. She's always over-working herself. I can't even get a word in at home anymore. She just goes off into these tangents, and the moment I speak... she's gone." he sighed a bit. "Walking on eggshells. But, I think she'll be alright." he nodded his head. Hermione often had these moments, but now was worse than ever. But, he knew she'd come around within due time, she always did. She was just as intelligent, stubborn, and determined as she always was.