A/N: I'm not stopping my other stories but I've lost inspiration, so until I find it, I've decided to start another about Ron. I believe he gets a bad rep for making a total of two mistakes but the last one really doesn't count since he was under the influence of a horcrux and tried to come back right after he left. I've been searching for days to try and find a story that shows Ron as a strong member of the trio or at least independent and powerful, so I wrote one myself. I have a small idea where this story will go but I can't be sure because as most of you know stories can sometimes completely take-over, so here goes nothing

Disclaimer: If only I could own Harry Potter. I really don't get the point of this because if I tried to steal this every Harry Potter fan would know I'm lying and be on me like hounds but whatever. Even though it is completely pointless for me to say this, I don't own Harry Potter and never will so there.

Ch.1 – A Little Background

I was always an odd child. When I was younger, I would spend all my time staring at the walls. At the young age of four, I would spend hours in the wood around our house talking to the trees and swearing they could understand me. Fred and George would tease me ruthlessly about it. They would make up songs about me being a freak, but I only smiled at them because they would never see the world as I saw it. They would never hear the way the trees sang to each other or how the ants worked as a single unit, not even how the unknown creatures worked in the shadows of the world. When I was six, I would converse with the animals around the house and it was as if they would hear me too. I even had an imaginary friend who I would talk to for hours on end. I remember that Ginny used to be able to see the things I saw. We would carry on long conversations with the forest creatures. I still remember the stories they would tell us about the Earth and how children understand the world better than any adult ever could. When I asked the creatures why, they would tell me that a long time ago children were raised by the forests and even had gifts and abilities that helped them survive until they were old enough to live on their own. During early generations, the people remembered these gifts but instead of moving on, they spent their whole lives trying to get back what they lost. Most of the people went insane and died very early. Others tried to carry on with their lives but never forgot what they had lost and when the people gave their children to the forest they went through the same thing. This continued for years until one man came to the forest tired and weary and asked, with his final breath, why they would do this to their children, why they would want to cause them all this pain and sadness. The forest heard his last anguished cry and felt it deep within its heart. It had also gone through the pain of watching their children being taken over by sadness and grief. They could no longer watch as each generation became worst and worst. The forest stopped speaking to any humans and children were no longer raised by nature, though they could still speaks with creatures. After they reached the age of six, they lost this gift and could no longer understand the world as they used to and never remembered being able to. This was known as the time of ignorance. The people who were around before the time of ignorance never spoke of their lost powers and as years continued, the abilities began to skip kids until it was rare to even be able to have these abilities past infancy. These stories were even better than magic to me. Apparently, some kids could control elements, some could fly, others could control plants and animals, and there were also children who could change forms. I thought this was amazing and Ginny and I asked if we had any powers. My 'imaginary' friend, Miracle, only laughed and said I would figure it out someday but Ginny had apparently gotten her gifts early. She could control the wind. I asked how I would get my gifts if I couldn't remember anything but she only smiled at me and jokingly responded "that would be telling". Ginny used her powers constantly and we loved using them around the house and in the forest. She would levitate us onto trees or make flowers dance around her. Her hair reminded me of flames so it appeared that flowers and fire were doing a spirited dance around her face. It was wonderful until Ginny turned six and we slowly began to grow apart. She started to notice that her powers were dimming and she began to gradually visit the forest less and less. When I would bring up old stories of our visits, she would look at me confused. I think that was when we both realized that she was losing her gifts and she just looked at me in horror and cried hysterically. Over the next few days, I would try to jog her memory but it was no use. On the third day, when I mentioned going to the forest her brown eyes locked on my bluish green ones and I noticed they appeared to have dimmed. Then, she asked a question that truly crushed me. In a softer voice than I was used to she'd frowned at me and asked rather rudely "why would I do that?" I didn't know how to respond so I just shook my head sadly, walked to the forest and planted myself on a rock. Miracle materialized out of a nearby tree and looked down on me pityingly. She rested herself on a nearby rock and stared at me for awhile until she finally spoke.

"It was her time you know? You two had both sensed that her memory was fading and she could barely control the wind around her anymore. I love Ginny as my child but I knew that she would leave us too and move on with her life. I will always miss her and I will do my best to watch after her, but even that will have to end soon when she no longer needs the protection I have to offer." Her usually light ocean blue eyes showed deep sadness and her eyes shined with unshed tears. The hair that Ron had loved because it seemed to change colors was a dull black and cascaded down her back in straight plain lines. I had never seen something so sad. My mom hadn't even looked like that when my brothers went to Hogwarts or when Ginny and I had gone missing for a few hours. Actually, she hadn't even noticed I was gone but was frantic when she couldn't find Ginny. The twins had found this particularly funny. I was used to it. I was just another boy to feed and clothe. I wasn't important to her and she, like the rest of his family, believed there was something wrong with me. It had been getting worst as Ginny began to show signs of maturing but I stayed the same. I was, after all, getting older and still believed in imaginary friends. My brothers had gone as far as to call me an embarrassment and disgrace to the Weasley name. The forest was the only family I had that truly cared about me and once I lost that I would be all alone.

"I have no one, Miracle. Soon, I will be all alone and I will lose the only family I have. I'm not important to this family. Ginny's left me and my brothers and parents never cared. What will I do without these visits? I still have about four more years until I go to Hogwarts, but even there I'll be unimportant. No one will notice another Weasley boy attending. If I succeed, it won't be important because one of my brothers did it first. I'm worthless to this world. There was no point in me being here," Ron finished voicing his inner fears. When he looked up from the rock he had been monitoring, as if it was the most important thing in this world, he was surprised to see Miracle giving him an icy glare. Her hair had turned a violent shade of red that matched his own and she was looming over him like an avenging angel.

"Ron, never say that again. I will not allow it." ahe said as she kissed his head. Ron's face had gone pale and he flushed a deep red that went into his roots.

"Now," she began calmly. " You are the most special boy I have ever met and that is impressive considering how old I am and no, I will not tell you how old that is. You are smart and kind and unlike some of the other boys I met, didn't get upset over little things. You are loyal and I would be proud to be your real mother. Your family may not see how special you are but I do. I can see it in your eyes and the way that you carry yourself that you are destined for greatness. I will always be watching over you. Ron. Never forget that. I lo-…." She was abruptly cut off by the sound of a branch snapping. Ron glanced over his shoulder. Fred and George stood side-by-side smiling wickedly as if they had finally caught their prey.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed and riddle me this.

Who's famous last words were 'More Weight!' and why was he saying this? Good luck reades and if you haven't read my other stories, just know I'm open to flames