Here is the fic I have been working on for a while. It is the story of Harry Potter, but all from Ron's POV as he writes everything he is thinking and feeling in a diary. My attempt is to go all the way through 'til the end, filling in missing parts (and hopefully, if I can stick it out, cover the parts in between the end of the Battle and 19 years later). There is a lot of rambling, but I have tried to make it as Ron-like as possible. And I have tried to make it as true to the book as possible, but there are some things that might be wrong. I hope you enjoy it and see it for the light-heartedness that I have intended it to be. The plan is to update a chapter a week. Enjoy.
Note: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters.
The Weasley Family
Hi...I'm Ron Weasley.
Excellent! I was just making sure there was nothing unusual about this...book. You never know what you might find sometimes. You might pick up what appears to be an ordinary book and the next thing you know, it's trying to bite your hand off. That has been known to happen before.
Anyway, a bit about me. Well, as I said above, my name is Ron. Ron Weasley. I am eleven years old and the youngest boy and second youngest in my family of seven children. Yeah, I know, I have a big family. Some might say that would be great, but it's not that great all the time. There is a lot of expectation to live up to when you have older brothers who have been Head Boy at Hogwarts, or who work for Gringotts, the wizarding bank (did I mention that I am a wizard?). Some just get top marks at school that there is not a chance I could ever match it. I'm not that smart.
But I guess it can be cool too.
Where should I start?
Well, first there is mum. Mum is the bossy one. She is the one to yell, scream, wave her wand around in anger at us. It's mostly at Fred and George (my twin brothers) but I've copped it a few times too. You never want to get on the wrong side of her! Though, at the same time, she is very kind, caring and is always making sure us kids are well looked after.
We don't have a lot of money, you see. Our house, nicknamed The Burrow is basically a tiny shack, with levels magically built on top of one another. My room is at the very top, just below the attic. It's small, but I still like it up there. My walls are covered in posters of my favourite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons. The players fly in and out of the pictures all the time. It's like watching a live Quidditch match.
Anyway, back on topic. Yeah, so we're not as rich as other pure-blood families, but mum makes sure we're all happy and healthy. I like it here.
Next there is dad. Dad is obsessed with Muggles (you know, the non-magic people). He loves to collect artefacts from them. Stuff like fellytones and cars. Mum is never too happy about it, but as I said, dad's obsessed. He works for the Ministry of Magic in the The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office. He fixes all jinxes and spells which other wizards think would be funny to bewitch Muggle stuff with. He loves it.
My oldest brother is Bill. You know, Bill is probably the one I like best out of my brothers. He is pretty cool. He wears his hair long (which really annoys mum) and is so relaxed. It's almost as like he doesn't have a care in the world. Of course, he works for Gringotts, which, of course, mum and dad are absolutely thrilled about. By the time I finish my wizarding education, I'm not sure there will be much left for me to do that someone else in my family hasn't done.
Next there is Charlie. He left Hogwarts a few years ago and is now pursuing a career in Romania, looking after dragons. He is the brother I mentioned earlier about being Head Boy. I know that will never be me. I don't know anything about magic, even though I have lived with it my whole life. I'll probably be the dumbest one in my year at Hogwarts. Fred and George claim they knew how to do everything before they even picked up a wand. I'm not sure how true that is, but they do know a lot of stuff and they are about to start their third year.
Percy. He is my next brother and possibly the most irritating and the most annoying person on the planet. He over-achieves at everything and thinks he is better than the rest of us. He doesn't hesitate to start bossing us around and telling us what to do. I can't say I like him very much. Fred and George like to give him a hard time though, which is pretty funny.
Which brings me to the trouble makers of the family. While the other three, though different, are all pretty well behaved. Fred and George are not. They are twins and like to concoct many practical jokes (Percy or I are generally the ones the pick on). They drive mum crazy and she is constantly telling them off for one thing or the other. Fred told me the other day, when I asked him about Hogwarts that I'd probably find my head flushed down a toilet before the night was over. With a grin, George promised me he would try not to make it hurt. But I know they would probably never really do it.
Last, but not least, is Ginny. She is the only girl in the family and also the youngest. Ginny is obsessed with Hogwarts. She can't wait to finally get her letter of acceptance, but she has to wait another year. When Percy got his letter, she refused to speak to anyone for days and the same thing happened when Fred and George got theirs. So I am not expecting anything different when mine finally arrives (which should be in the next few weeks). When Ginny starts at Hogwarts, though, I bet she will be very smart. She already knows a few small spells.
So, yeah, that is my family. Nine Weasley's all together. It's pretty hectic most of the time, but is alright. I just hope that when I start at school, Fred and George won't pick on me, or Percy won't try and write up some study plan which gives me absolutely no free time. Only a few more weeks...