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On a quite night in the Burrow, everyone was asleep. A short flash of light in the top most floor, revealed a young Ronald Weasley, twitching about in silence on his bed. His forehead covered in sweat clearly struggling in agony, however not the smallest hint of noise escaped his mouth. After a few minutes of violent struggling turns into some occasional minor twitching, it stopped, and the young boy continued to sleep.

….I'm the divide line…..

It was morning, around nine o'clock to be precise, the owner of the Burrow and head of house Arthur had already left the home, only managing to snag a piece of toast as he rushed his way to the ministry to deal with an instance of an enchanted walking cane, that had apparently gone nuts and started beating everyone on the head at a coffee shop. The wife and mother of seven, Molly, had laid out a table of breakfast waiting for the recently returned from school kids to come down to eat. All of her children except the youngest two had just came back from Hogwarts yesterday, and though she knew very well that the food provided at Hogwarts should be more than decent, she find no problems in starting off their summer vacation with a hearty home cooked breakfast.

Percy had arrived first, her third son, he will be a fourth year student at Hogwarts next year, Percy had always preferred to get an early start on his day, while also a fan of quiditich, unlike his other siblings Percy had no interest in playing quiditich Percy did enjoy spectating the wizarding sport from time to time. Rather than spending his time practicing flying Percy devotes his time to book learning, and would for the majority of his days adhere to a semi structured schedule he create.

Next was the twins back from their first year at Hogwarts, they were an energetic duo, skipping as they come down the stairs. Molly had serious concerns about George and Fred, in only one year she had received multiple letters from their head of house, Professor McGonagall, informing her of the twin's pranks on fellow class mates and their running into Filch, the caretaker, in the middle of the night on multiple occasions. She wasn't really surprised at the twin's behavior, but she also wasn't happy about their record breaking amount of detentions by any first year in the last decade. She had always known they were quite prone to mischief, but she had also known that they were magically talented, not overwhelmingly impressive in terms of power but they do seem to have control over their powers, as they were performing transfigurations before even learning about magic or owning a wand. Her hope for them was for them to be captivated by the school environment and hopefully find interest in their subjects, shifting their attention away from pranks.

Bill, the eldest of the Weasley son, came down the stairs just minutes after the twins, he's real first name is actually William, but the family had gotten used to calling him Bill. He had just graduated Hogwarts a head boy and accepted a job offer from Gringotts, the wizarding bank. He will be training as a curse breaker in Gringotts' London headquarters for a few months then be shipped off to Egypt to take part in their archeology efforts there. Bill was described as one of the most talented and powerful young wizards of his generation, with no one a few years before or after to compare him to. He was magically powerful, well versed in runic magic, and physically strong and fit, to be honest he could have easily applied for an Auror internship or any position within the ministry, but his spirit for adventure combined with the confidence in his own powers lead him to opt for the much more dangerous path of a curse breaker, basically a magical tomb raider. He was the pride of Arthur and Molly, and he has also been the best older brother of six other children they could ever hope for, looked up to and liked by all of his siblings.

Ginny followed next, she was the whole family's baby girl, youngest of seven and a petite red haired girl, her face lit up with a smile as she came down the stairs to see her brothers gathered around the table, Ginny had missed her brothers. She had just spent the entire year alone with Ron, who among her siblings were the least interesting. Her favorite brother was Bill, followed by Charlie, than it was between the twins who would pull pranks on her, or Percy who always seemed just a bit isolated from the younger siblings. Her happiness in part was related to the return of her brothers, but also due to the increase amount of effort it took her mom to look after the children, she and Ron would be able to take a break from basic book learning and enjoy their summer vacation with the rest of the gang. Of course they didn't allow her to play quidditch with them fearing the responsibility of wrecking the family's baby girl, but at least it means she would be let out of her mother's sight as she and Ron are not allowed outside the house's proximity.

Charlie, the second oldest came down the stairs. He was about to enter his seventh year at Hogwarts, like Bill he was a figure for the Gryffindor house, the seeker and captain of the quidditch team. In fact he was so good on a broom that Arthur and Molly had gotten several letters from professional quidditch scouts looking to recruit Charlie to play pro. However much to the parent's dismay, he like Bill had decided to take up a more dangerous professional path, and has decided to pursue to job of a dragon tamer. Dragon tamers need to be physically agile and fit, as well magically strong, not to mention willingness to camp out in a dragon ranch somewhere or in the wilderness of a dragon conservation area.

Molly watched as her children stuffed themselves with her food, enjoying the warm feeling of having her family back from school. However she felt a bit weird that her youngest son, Ron, hasn't burst down the stairs from the top of the disfigured structure, and rushed down for breakfast. Ron was usually the first three to appear at any meal situation, but this morning she has yet to hear any signs of stirring from the top floor. Molly decides to walk up the stairs and wake up Ron, she wasn't worried about breakfast running out or getting cold, for goodness sake she was a witch! But she do prefer her dining table to be filled up at meal time.

"Morning Ron! Time for breakfast, first day of summer don't spend it laying down!" Molly said as she knocked on Ron's door on the top of the stair case.

Ron jerked awake and instinctually said "Coming ma, give me a minute."

Something was different, something feels quite wrong. He was quite sure his name wasn't Ron, but yet at the same time he knows that he is the son of Arthur and Molly Weasley, ten years old, living under the family ghoul. Ron shook his head around for a second, perceived to put on his cloth and walk down the stair case, still in a trance.

Ron walked down the stairs to join his siblings at the table grabbing himself a plate of sausage and eggs, and some slices of bread. He silently looked down at his plate and begin putting food in his mouth. "Hmm, what is this food it's so delicious!" He thought to himself, He felt overwhelmed by possibly the best food he has ever had, but at the same time he was positive this is how good all of his mother's cooking tasted.

He took a sneaky peek around the table, the twins had mostly finished with their plates and were now discussing something in a low breath, while taking turns eyeing their mother out of the corner of their eye to make sure she wasn't looking at them, Ron could swear he heard Fred or George say something about setting up something or ingredients. Ginny was talking to Charlie and Bill asking them to take her out to play in the orchard. Percy was quietly eating away, probably planning out his summer schedule in his head. And Molly was cleaning some pans by the sink while humming along to the radio. Again Ron was surprised at all this information flooding in to his brain, his siblings were all sitting around him, yet he could have sworn he grew up without any siblings at all.

"Uhh …. We're goin go unpack our trunks, and put up our books." Said one of twins, and with a smirk, they quickly exited up the stairs clearly rushing to get something done.

Percy declared he was going to go write out his schedule and after getting up to put his dishes in the sink and receiving a kiss from Molly, he too disappeared up the stairs.

Ron's head was starting hurt for some reason, so he increased the pace at which he was stuffing food in his mouth looking to exit the table soon for some alone time in his room to sort things out.

As he was nearing the end of his breakfast, it appears that Ginny had manage to convince Bill, and Charlie as they seemed to have decided to go back up to their rooms to change and meet back downstairs to head out to the orchard for some morning air and maybe a bit of broom time.

"Ron, you wanna come with?" Charlie asked, some part of Ron wanted to go, but he quickly suppressed that feeling and shook his head no, his mouth still full of bread.

Charlie shrugged his shoulders and the three of them head up the stair to change.

Ron forks the last piece of egg into his mouth and get up from the table.

"I'm gonna go back up to my room, didn't sleep too well last night." Ron mumbled as he placed his plate in the sink next to his mom, receiving a kiss on the cheeks.

"Fine, I'll wake you up when it's time for lunch don't want you to sleep all day."

"Yeah." Said Ron as he heads up the stair case.

…..Dividing line woohhhh….

With his bedroom door behind him, Ron took a deep breath, and then exhaled as he crashes himself in to his bed.

Hmm what was I doing the day before? Almost as soon as the thought had appeared a memory popped into his head. He was kneeling down in a darkened stone room surrounded by a circle of candles created from the fat of different magical creatures, He was painting some runic symbols around himself. As he was getting up he tripped over a rough stone surface and the magical ink used for rune painting spilled from the container, the last thing he remembered before waking up this morning was the magical candles flaring up around his limp body as he drifted upwards away from it.

Wait I was a professor, we had just sent the kids packing the day before, and I decide to do a magical experiment from this old rune scroll I had acquired in my travels, something must have gone wrong. I hope Rona is ok…. Wait … Who is Rona? Ron felt a sharp jabbing pain from his brain and he struggled to keep the noise down as a small whine escaped from his lips. Arrahhh the pain! Ron thought to himself.

As the pain subside Ron decides to take a different approach, he got up and moved over to the small desk tucked away in the corner and pulled out a piece of parchment from his stash, he doesn't really write much but as a ten year old boy, yet to start receiving allowance from his parents and living in a family such as the Weasley's, add on to being the ending destination for the long line of hand me downs from his many brothers, he doesn't really a lot of possessions that only belonged to him. So even the left over parchment from his writing exercise with his mom was kept with care. Ron manage to find a quill and ink bottle, and with one hand flatten out the rolled up parchment, while dipping the quill into the ink bottle.

At the top of the parchment Ron started writing down pieces of information as he struggles to sift through the memories in his head.

'My name is Ronald Weasley?' Or my memory is telling me that's my name anyway.

'I am son of Arthur and Molly Weasley, sixth of the siblings.' I had no siblings prior to waking up this morning.

'I'm ten years old right now.' Fairly certain I turned of age in 980 A.D…. that was more than a thousand years ago though.

What is going on right now? Where am I, and how can I be a young boy if I know in my heart I am a grown man.

Frustrated Ron closed the ink bottle and rolled up the parchment. Tossing the parchment in the corner of the room Ron sat back down on his bed. Think I'ma go back to sleep, maybe things would make sense again once I get some sleep.

As Ron drifted off to sleep, a faint glow of light appeared from his forehead, and started to pulse on and off gradually dimming off for longer and longer time intervals.

About an hour into his sleep, the light eventually disappeared altogether, without any of the family members walking in to observe the phenomenon. The boy in the bed rolled to his side and mumbled something under his breath, before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

~~~~~~Dividing Line~~~~~~

It was almost half past twelve when the two oldest boys walked in the door with Ginny, their face reddened from being in the sun all morning, this was que for Molly to begin setting up the tables for lunch, She quickly snapped at the kids to wash their hands, and go gather the others down to the kitchen.

Bill and Charlie walked up the stairs to collect the younger brothers, as Ginny sat down in a chair.

On the second floor Charlie stopped to grab Percy, who had been quietly reading away for his summer assignments, as well as open the door to the twins room to find them with a potion stand set up and ingredients sorted and laid now next to a cauldron, clearly planning on brewing something, Charlie just nodded slightly with his chin and told them to come down to lunch before closing the door giving the twins a chance to get everything squared and hidden away from view.

Bill traveled all the way to the top of the stairs, knocked on Ron's room before opening in it.

"Hey Ron! Mum says it's time for lunch, come down to the kitchen when you're ready." Bill said, while poking his head through the cracked open door.

Ron sat up, and nodded to Bill, and watched as Bill closed the door and head back down the stairs.

Ron had woken up from his sleep with a clear and sorted out head. He still didn't know what his name was before he became Ron Weasley, but his memories had somehow sorted themselves out in a way that made sense to him.

He was a wizard from a thousand years ago, back in the days when Hogwarts had just been founded, in fact he was one of the first teachers to be teaching there. He wasn't the most powerful or knowledgeable wizard of his time, but he was confident that he was at least in the very top percentage among the wizarding community known to him.

One faithful summer afternoon he was idly experimenting with some unknown rune ritual, but apparently messed up and triggered it wrong by accident and the next thing he knew, he had become Ron Weasley.

His earlier pains and lack of cohesion in memories were caused by the thirty some years of memories trying to sort themselves out in alignment with the ten years old's memories from a far different time.

Things now made sense to him, Ron was sure he needed to spend some more time sifting through his now organized memories, but first thing first he ought to be getting down to the kitchen and eat lunch with his family. Yes I've got a family now. He thought to himself.

As Ron entered the kitchen, he saw that he was the last family member to arrive as his father, Arthur, had managed to floo home just in time to catch the family lunch. He hurried to his seat and sat down. Him seating down seemed to the signal for the family to start, as everyone spring into motion reaching over the table for food and conversing with one another.

Just as Ron was grabbing a sandwich from one of the big plates on the center of the table, his mother leaned forward and asked. "Are you feeling a bit better Ron, you look much better than you did this morning!"

Ron was a bit surprised, he himself had left home at a relatively young age to spent his time traveling as a wondering wizard, and in Ron's memory he rarely receive attention from his parents since he was not the youngest, oldest, smartest, or even the most troublesome within his family. He gave the women a happy grin and nodded as he grabbed the sandwich with both hands and started shoving it in his mouth.

Oh my.. The food here is so~~ much better than it was before. This sandwich could be served to kings of my time, in comparison those stale and tough black breads that made up the common diet at the time are not even fit to feed to livestock. He was never really took food too serious as even the best chefs of his time only had few spices to work with, and cooking was largely revolved around the few main food sources of the time.

Lunch was delightful, Ron sat there eating some of the best food he'd ever had, while listening to his family talk around him. He was extremely content with his situation.

Arthur's cane problem had gotten resolved as the caster of the enchantment must not have been very powerful as the charms wore off as Arthur and his team arrived at the scene, all that was left to do was to obliviate those poor muggles, and file a report to the ministry records. To be honest the filing of the report probably took just as long as charming those people's memories.

Percy was asking the older brothers for help on his summer work, something to do with writing a paper on transfiguration, apparently to go the extra mile, he wanted to include some of the topics yet to be covered from his classes.

The twins as usually were talking among themselves, they usually do that unless they are attempting mischief on one of the siblings. As far as Ron can tell the disciplinary treatment at Hogwarts has if anything increased the potential degree of their enthusiasm for pranks, not to mention introduce them to things like magical potions.

Ginny as usual received the most attention from their mother, was telling her all about her morning, how she had played in the orchard and watched Bill and Charlie fly around.

Ron smiled to himself, by the time he came to have a group of people he really cared about, he was already an adult and had responsibilities both to his coworkers as well as the students he taught. Now he gets to feel what it's like to be one of the youngsters in the group, receiving the comradery and friendship as well as the family bonds, being looked after and cared for, which to him was more than what he had in a long time.

…

As everyone gets up to clear the kitchen space for the mother to clean up, Ron went in to the living room to sit down for a bit. The living room was filled with sofas a round coffee table and a book shelf against the wall. Ron sunk himself in to the corner sofa, and with one hand resting on his stomach thought back to his prior life.

The wizard lived a harsh early life. Upon awakening his magical powers at the age of eight, he slipped away from his family, fearing the church would find out or his religious family would turn him over. At the time there was no way of learning magic barring the rare case of being discovered by another wizard willing to take an apprentice. Running away at the age of eight meant he had to learn how to acquire the essentials of living quick and without raising suspicion of his identity.

The young wizard started traveling the country harnessing his powers in the most unrefined way as he crossed paths with countless magical creatures that dominated the landscapes. At some point in his early teens he came across a stash of notes on magical runes, and thus began his journey to becoming a rune master.

Unlike the modern wizards, the wizards of old didn't start learning magic through textbooks and spells. And knowledge based subject like potions and herbology were highly sought after and kept as secretes within wizarding lines. Instead the young wizards of the middle age often start their magical discovery by using it by instinct, harnessing the power of the mind to move real objects or summoning and controlling the elements like fire and air, or transfiguring objects using their minds to force the change. In short wizards of the middle ages may never see a single magical book in their life and still manage to rise to power.

Wizards of old learn to fight magical beasts as they move from location to location not wanting to get sweep up by the church, this drives those wizards to prioritize using magic as a way of offense, wizards that manage to stay present long enough in the magical community, are either extremely adapt at self-concealment or powerful enough to overlook those threats.

He himself was not one of those wizards known for their magical power, he had always thought of himself as more of a scholar. Sure he wouldn't mind hunting down any magical creatures that wanted to cross his path with aggression, but mostly he focused on his studies of ancient runes.

The runes were of great interest to him. Runes were some of the earliest attempt by magic users to use magic consistently and effectively, they often have multiple meanings and can shift their purpose when used in different ways. They were also vital to creation of magical object as the runes engraved within them is what gives magical power to said objects. Runes are also used to create the rune stones that establishes magical wards, allowing for relative safe spaces to be set up for the wizarding community.

By the time he turned twenty he had become one of the most renowned rune masters on the British isles, he was not assumed to have the greatest magical power or spell casting ability, but none would consider threatening him as there was no doubt he would be one of the most decked out in magical gear individual you could find on this side of the world, not to mention the wizarding families currently using his services in warding to protect their homes.

He was rich and well respected among the community, people come from all over the continent to visit his workshop, gold and magical materials in hand hoping to acquire his services of rune crafting.

But off course he was alone with no family no close friends, and a busy life.

This all changed one winter day in the year 989. He had received a visit from one of the most famous adventure groups in England. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin, and Helga Hufflepuff. These four had been traveling all over the countryside in the last few years helping local wizarding communities fight off church invasion and getting extremely popular, they are often seen as the young heroes of wizarding Britain, each of them extremely powerful and together unrivaled by most organizations. Of course the wizard knows them as customers and friendly acquaintances, since they were all about mid to late twenties in age, and has had multiple dealings in the past. For example Godric had asked for a magical sword, but the wizard had told him to look for goblins instead. Since he knew Gryffindor was looking to use it more as a sword rather than a magical artifact.

They came with surprising news for the wizard. They asked him if he would be interested in closing down shop and joining them in their efforts to create a wizarding academy for the newly awakened magical children in Britain. They know of his experience of having to run away from the church as an awakened child, not to mention they were really struggling to find knowledgeable wizards willing to impart knowledge on to normal students instead of close disciples.

The wizard was interested, and at such a point in his life where he has no foreseeable goals for the future, he decides to join in and was willing to devote his pile of resources to the cause.

It was the best decision he's ever made.

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The coming spring he was contacted by the "Hogwarts Four", which apparently will be the name of the school, informing that they have decided on a location in Scotland, a remote castle that Salazar had manage to acquire for the school.

The wizard packed up all of his belongings in magical luggage and set off to meet them there. The castle was quite plain with a lake and a patch of forest attached to the castle grounds. He met up with the others and immediately begin planning the school grounds lay out. They had lots of work to do before the coming fall when they will be accepting students for the very first time.

Godric, and Salazar were to travel to the corners of the British Isles and plant down wards stone that have been prepared by the wizard. Anytime a child within the boundaries of the wards awakens their magical powers it will be detected and the school would sent someone to scoop them up to join the school in the coming year.

Rowena would spent the next few months not only planning out the curriculum for potions, herbology, dueling, enchanting as well as runes, but she would also be responsible for preparing the school supplies for the students.

Helga would be responsible for setting up the small settlement a little bit off of Hogwarts grounds, a village of sorts for the magical community to interact with the school and its students.

The wizard was left with the task of setting up wards for the school, establish boundaries between the forest, lake and school grounds, each requiring different set of wards.

The castle was the focal point of the warding efforts, the wizard planned for the castle to as time goes on morph in to a magical being, functioning through the system of wards that interconnect. As he expect the castle to absorb the unsteady magical energy emitting from developing young wizards, and over time turn from just a stone structure into a magical one. The wards on the castle would be a never ending effort to maintain and update, as the castle progresses.

The forest was to be filled with magical species collected from all over England, and according to Godric would become the training ground for those students that seek to adapt an adventure life after leaving school. The wards here would require living species form an agreement with the castle to not fatally harm students that cross into the forest, in exchange for settlement and protection from the outside world. But more realistically the forest would probably start with species that were bullied by Godric and forced to move into the forest.

The lake served an important purpose as well, it would also have some magical species living in it, but it's not expected for them to interact with students as much, they are after all living under water. But the lake would be the canvas for the wards that form a contract between the students entering the castle for the first time, and Hogwarts herself. All first time students must arrive on the boat across the lake, to form a magical contract recognizing them as a Hogwarts student, extremely important as this would interact with other parts of the schools warding systems.

As August was coming to an end, the wizard was getting excited, ever since he had mastered rune crafting, he's had few experiences as fulfilling as the work he's done in the past few months, he was eager to start specially since he heard the runes stones he sent out has done its job and Godric and Salazar has manage to round up about fifty students to start the first year.

….

Ron shook his head and stood up from the sofa, he wouldn't be going to Hogwarts for another year, what should he do in the mean time?

A/N

Next chapter would probably cover from this point to the start of 1st year, as not to drag on the part of the story before book time line.

Not quite sure about length per chapter longer or shorter?/

Excuse grammar and spelling mistakes as English is my second language.

So many ideas finally I've decided to act on one of them, hope there will be more to come I guess.

Obviously all relevant rights belong to the original author and this is more for sake of personal enjoyment than anything else.

Really need to catch up on re-reading the books lel!

Referred to as the wizard definitely not because I haven't thought of a good middle age wizard name… cough cough!

Edit. Noticed comment on Percy grade,, made me flip out and realized i messed up big time will be adjusting Ron's age to 10 and also making changes to already uploaded chapters to accommodate it.