Harry Weasley had come to cherish the Weasley Manor, a pce that felt as warm and inviting as the family itself. Life at the manor was an endless adventure, especially for Harry and the twins, Fred and George. Together, the three of them had spent countless hours expanding the underground cave system. They built new passages, created secret hideouts, and even installed enchanted nterns that cast shimmering lights on the rough-hewn walls. For them, the caves weren’t just tunnels—they were a world of discovery and creativity.

  Percy, Ron, and Ginny, however, had long since lost interest in the caves. Percy preferred the quiet of the library, Ron was consumed by his chess games, and Ginny had taken up baking with their mother, learning to create everything from treacle tarts to towering birthday cakes. But for Harry, Fred, and George, the caves remained a shared passion, a pce where they could dream big and think up their next mischievous pn.

  Thanks to the Weasleys’ newfound financial stability, life at the manor wasn’t just about work and py at home. Arthur and Molly made it a point to expose their children to the wider magical world. They traveled to magical countries far and wide, visiting renowned museums filled with artifacts from magical civilizations, attending mesmerizing magic circuses that left them all spellbound, and cheering at thrilling Quidditch matches that sent their spirits soaring.

  Each trip left Harry brimming with wonder. Whether it was exploring the pyramids in Egypt alongside family, marveling at enchanted ice sculptures in Scandinavia, or walking through bustling magical marketpces in India, Harry felt a deep sense of awe for the magical world he was a part of. These adventures only added to his hunger for knowledge, magic, and, most of all, the chance to finally go to Hogwarts.

  The day Bill graduated from Hogwarts was one of the proudest in Weasley family history. The entire household buzzed with excitement as the owl arrived carrying Bill’s final results. Molly’s hands shook as she unrolled the parchment, her eyes quickly scanning the grades. When she let out an ecstatic cry of “Twelve OWLs!” the entire room erupted in cheers.

  “Bill, you’ve done us proud!” Arthur said, his voice full of emotion as he cpped his eldest son on the back.

  Molly pulled Bill into a tight hug, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. “My boy, my brilliant boy!” she excimed.

  Even Fred and George looked impressed, a rare occurrence given their usual mischief. “Twelve OWLs, huh?” Fred said, nudging George. “Reckon we’ll be lucky to scrape by with half that!”

  “Half? Optimistic much?” George replied, grinning.

  Harry watched the celebration with a mix of pride and admiration. Bill had always been a role model to him, someone who banced being cool and smart effortlessly. With his long red hair tied back and his air of quiet confidence, Bill seemed rger than life to Harry.

  The family threw a party to celebrate Bill’s success. The manor was filled with friends and retives, all eager to congratute him. Ptes of Molly’s best cooking covered the table, and Arthur even brought out a small bottle of elderflower wine for the adults. The twins took it upon themselves to organize a fireworks dispy in the garden, which ended with a giant sparkling “Congrats, Bill!” lighting up the night sky.

  But the most exciting news came a few days ter when an official-looking letter arrived from Gringotts. Bill had been offered a position as a curse breaker, a prestigious and adventurous job working under the goblins. He accepted without hesitation, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of traveling the world and exploring magical ruins.

  “I’m starting in Mexico,” Bill announced at dinner that evening, a touch of awe in his voice. “They’ve got training camps set up near some ancient Mayan ruins. I’ll be learning warding, ward-breaking, and artifact retrieval.”

  Arthur leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Mayan magic is some of the oldest in the world. The wards they used to protect their temples are legendary.”

  “And dangerous,” Bill added, though his grin showed he wasn’t the least bit daunted by the challenge. “That’s the whole point, isn’t it?”

  Molly looked torn between pride and worry. “Just promise me you’ll be careful,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

  “I will, Mum,” Bill assured her. “But you know I’ve always been fascinated by warding and magical exploration. This is my dream job.”

  In the days leading up to his departure, Bill spent most of his time preparing. He pored over books about ancient magical civilizations, practiced advanced charmwork in the garden, and even taught Harry a few tricks about basic warding.

  “You’ve got a good head for this stuff,” Bill told Harry as they sat on the grass, a faintly glowing rune circle between them. “Maybe one day you’ll follow in my footsteps.”

  Harry beamed at the praise. “I’d like that,” he said. “But first, I’ve got to get to Hogwarts.”

  When the day finally came for Bill to leave, the entire family gathered to see him off. Molly fussed over his trunk one st time, while Arthur slipped a small enchanted compass into his hand.

  “It’ll always point you home,” Arthur said quietly, his voice thick with emotion.

  Bill gave his father a grateful smile before turning to the rest of the family. “I’ll write as often as I can,” he promised. “And when I come back, I’ll have stories that’ll make your jaws drop.”

  As the Portkey activated and Bill disappeared in a swirl of magic, Harry felt a pang of longing. He admired Bill’s courage and sense of adventure and hoped that one day, he too would have the chance to explore the magical world in such a thrilling way.

  For now, though, he contented himself with the stories Bill would send back and the knowledge that the Weasley family’s horizons had just expanded in the most exciting way possible.

  As the years passed, Harry watched first Percy and then the twins leave for Hogwarts. Each September, the excitement in the house was palpable as the older siblings packed their trunks and talked endlessly about the Sorting Ceremony, their csses, and the friends they couldn’t wait to see again. Harry would listen to their stories, feeling both thrilled and envious.

  With Percy gone, the manor felt quieter. And when Fred and George left the following year, Harry found himself missing their constant chatter and antics. Still, he and Ron grew closer, often pying Quidditch together in the backyard or devising small pranks to keep the spirit of the twins alive. Ginny, too, seemed to miss her older brothers, and she often joined Harry and Ron in their games.

  But for Harry, the waiting grew harder with each passing year. Every summer, he would corner Percy, Fred, or George and demand to hear everything about Hogwarts—what the Great Hall looked like, how the staircases moved, and whether the ghosts were as scary as they seemed. The stories filled him with excitement and longing.

  By the time Harry was ten, his anticipation for Hogwarts was almost unbearable. He spent hours imagining what house he might be sorted into, what his csses would be like, and who he would meet. His heart raced at the thought of walking through the hallowed halls of the castle and finally learning magic alongside other witches and wizards.

  With Bill off in Mexico, Harry’s nights were spent in a much quieter way. As the eldest Weasley child away on his adventures, it was now Harry’s turn to soak in the wealth of knowledge Bill had left behind.

  Bill had always been a lover of books, and the sheer number he had accumuted over the years was impressive. When Bill packed his things and left for his training, he’d made sure to pass along everything he couldn’t take with him. The family had always encouraged Harry’s love for reading, but now, with Bill’s bookshelves emptying, Harry found himself with a treasure trove of magical texts that would make any wizard’s heart race.

  Molly had grumbled a little when Bill's massive collection of schoolbooks, spellbooks, and travel journals arrived in the manor, but Arthur had insisted it would be perfect for Harry. "He’s at the age where he needs more challenge," Arthur had said, his eyes twinkling. "Besides, it’s a good way for him to prepare for Hogwarts."

  Harry’s room quickly became a miniature library. Large wooden shelves, stacked with books of all shapes and sizes, lined the walls. Some were heavy tomes on obscure magical theory, while others were more practical—books about charmwork, warding, and potion-making. Some were dusty, second hand volumes with leather covers, and others were newer, with bright gold lettering on the spine.

  He spent every free moment reading. His siblings often teased him for it. "You know, Harry," Fred said with a cheeky grin, "I think you might know more about magic than some of the seventh years at Hogwarts."

  "And that’s saying something," George added with a wink, "because half of them can’t even manage a basic spells."

  Harry chuckled, though part of him agreed with them. With Bill’s books, he had found himself reading deeper into magic than he ever thought possible for someone his age. From advanced spellwork to the magical history of ancient civilizations, there was no topic that didn’t intrigue him. He’d even started experimenting with some of the more difficult spells in the books, taking extra care to ensure he wasn’t putting himself—or anyone else—in danger.

  One evening, after dinner, Harry was sitting on his bed, a thick book about runes opened before him. The glow from his bedside mp flickered as he turned the pages, the symbols on the pages dancing in the soft light. He had read through the book on basic runic symbols weeks ago, and now he was moving on to more complicated patterns, trying to understand how they could be used to enhance enchantments.

  Ron, who was sprawled on Harry's bed, watched him curiously. "Don’t you ever get bored of reading those?" he asked, an amused expression on his face. "You know, there are better ways to spend your time. Like pying wizard’s chess, or—"

  "Or annoying Ginny or Luna," Harry finished, gncing up with a grin. "I’m not bored, Ron. I like this. And besides, you don’t even have to understand most of it to be able to use it."

  "Yeah, well, not all of us are bookworms," Ron replied with a shrug. "But you’re probably right about one thing—when we all go to Hogwarts, you might already know more than half the people there!"

  Harry blushed, a little embarrassed by the compliment, but also pleased. He hadn’t even realized how much he’d learned until it was pointed out to him. But the more he read, the more it became clear to him that Hogwarts was going to be an entirely new world, one that he couldn’t wait to enter.

  One afternoon, Ginny and Harry were sitting on the front porch, the two of them rexing in the sunshine. Ginny leaned over to Harry, a pyful smile on her face. “Do you think you’ll be able to teach the professors a thing or two when you finally get to Hogwarts?”

  Harry rolled his eyes. "You know what? I’m actually starting to wonder about that myself. The way things are going, I might need to teach you some things!"

  “Although, if you want to learn how to pull off a decent prank,” George added with a grin, “I’d be happy to give you a crash course.”

  The twins had long since come to terms with the fact that Harry would probably surpass them in book smarts, but they were more than happy to help him develop a few “alternative skills,” as they liked to call it.

  For Harry, the days seemed to fly by. The house was a warm, bustling pce now—full of ughter, family, and the endless chatter of siblings. The promise of Hogwarts grew nearer, and Harry’s excitement only increased. He had always dreamed of going to Hogwarts, and now, with all the books and magic around him, the dream was so close he could almost touch it.