Gamblin' Weasley: Year One

Whelp here's a new series please don't judge why I'm starting a new one just read. It is something that has been fumbling in my head for a while.

Why doesn't Ron get much development because I honestly could have seen Ron win in the end especially when you make him out to be kind of strategic in his ways. After all he was a damn good chess player in the first book/movie. He also is able to come up with stuff on the fly something Hermione can't do pretty much at all. Why couldn't we roll with that it could have given us a much better look at Ron as a character and shut up all of his haters out there.

So this is in honor of the most underrated hero in the Harry Potter universe. Ron Weasley.

Well here we go.

Welcome to the Two-Minded, Hard-Working, Crazed-Knight Gamblin' Weasley

Chapter 1

Wake up, School Time!

Running and running through the streets of the abandoned Diagon Alley he couldn't help but feel his heart clench in pure fear of the terror chasing him. This terror being the monster known to all as the vilest creature ever born even though it was a man at one point in time. It's power now amplified by the most powerful objects in existence and Death unable to reach its cruel soul or whatever is left of a soul in that blackened pit of a heart.

The laughter sent cold piercing needles coursing through his spine. They stabbed at him reminding him of his failures, of what he had failed to do in all these years. All those he lost to the force of power behind him and its followers. All those whom he had sacrificed in his battles against this dark creature, this blight of invincible darkness, had left this world. They had chased all of each other's forces down but in the end he lost to the monster. It horrified him.

Yes Ronald Weasley was horrified by how it all fell apart. How one tiny mistake in the entire plan had wrenched what was left of his Gryffindor bravery from his body? He would not give up though not until his final breath was taken from him and the monster had erased him from this plane of existence.

Throwing back a bombardment curse his mother would not approve of him learning he hoped he could at least weaken the monster as it casually deflected it. Sending as many spells as he could at a time without slowing his running he began to smile as he saw a tiny little crack in the its defense. He might get to kill the blasted bloody monster after all.

Then the shield fixed itself again. That's right after all the bloody stupid crazy things of power, and by God did he put power in them, it just repairs itself. He sent a powerful bombardment curse into the shield and then a special homemade spell that slowed the recovery process of the shield. Hopefully that would hold it for a while from fixing itself.

Dodging into Knockturn Alley he barely dodged that green sickly color that blasted at his heart. He conjured a small enhancing potion on the fly praying to his friends that it would work. His speed doubled and he had a faint hope that maybe he would get away until he got hit by a tripping spell.

The last thing he did before that green spell struck was send one of his own. The last thing Ron Weasley saw was his failed attempt at killing Lord Voldemort and the monstrous man's utterly joyous expression because of it.

"Avada Kedavr…...!" he never finished his sentence. His body fell limp and Ron Weasley was no more.

"...AAAAAHHHHH!" Ron cried out waking up in a cold sweat. He felt so dead though. He just saw an older version of him die uselessly against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named the most terrible Dark Lord of all time.

He felt the pains in his arms as if phantoms of what his body had gone through. His eyes widened by the sheer terror that had descended upon him in his final moments. Finally the thought of the utter joy it seemed that monster felt at his death. What kind of monster was he really The Dark Lord and was he as bad as the nightmare seemed to picture him or even worse.

His ears picked up the slight scuffle of feet and his mother appeared at the door. He could see the worry creasing her brow and the frown on her lips. He could feel his own brow sweaty as it was twitch at the sheer surprise of sadness washing over him. Shaking it off he got out of bed wondering why he felt like he forgot something.

"Ron! What's wrong? Had a nightmare?" his mum asked him looking at him with that worried face he didn't like seeing from her. It was a face that made him sad. He didn't question it because he knew he must have cried out, he knew he cried out but it was so ridiculous he made up a different nightmare.

"Nothing spider nightmare again" her face had looked puzzled at that trying to decipher his cryptic message. Something in Ron had told him it would be a really bad idea to blab this out right now. Like a terrible secret that will haunt him for some time. So he kept it quiet to think about later at school away from Mum. How was he supposed to even explain how he had suddenly had changed his thought process overnight. Or how he currently wished he had pancakes to gobble up in a nearly unending supply of both pancake and syrup. After all he wasn't the unending stomach for nothing was he? Screw being polite when there was delicious food to scarf down his gullet.

Oh bloody hell School! He began running around putting together what he needed knowing that his Mum was probably about to scold him for not being ready. Geez like you couldn't have woke me up earlier uuuhhh. This Year was starting out fan bloodytastic. Next thing he knew a teacher would breakthrough his door and declare that school wasn't meant to start out well to begin with. Even if it was magic school there was still going to be homework and homework and god forbid more homework.

"Well if you need to talk I'm here, now hurry up and get ready before we are late for your train to school. Your brothers are waiting." She promptly left the room all the while wondering what could have spooked her youngest son so bad. He had a look of terror that should not be seen in the eyes of one so young. If she knew what it was she would anything to help him with it or close to. Unless it was something she didn't prohibit like anything Fred and George suggested to the boy. She would let it go for now though maybe he'll get over it at school. It could just be nervousness for his first day of school.

He sighed in relief as she walked out. He definitely wasn't willing to talk about what he dreamt, no what he possibly saw. Whether it was real or not he didn't care. It was all irrelevant. He knew he had to be ready in case. After all the British were here and America must fight the Inquisition those damn Spaniards are never expected. OK he really may need a doctor or something because he was currently and will sometimes randomly talk about himself in the Third Person. Ron knows this and wonders why life is so cruel to Ron. Ron does not want to compute he is only just over a decade old.

Ron was an idiot though so how was Ron to start off well. Obviously learn defensive and offensive spells of all levels. Maybe make some special potions that could help him in such situations. Yeah but what was he thinking he wasn't some genius boy or anything how was he thinking so much more...more adult like. Well whatever it seemed important so might as well continue thinking like it.

He'll have to find out who his friends are and more importantly the foe he had been killed by. After all that couldn't really have been HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED could it? He was dead. Right? Note to self-make friends with Harry Potter if the most powerful Dark Lord of the age does return he'll probably get into the thick of the fighting and be the most helpful to him. Wait what the heck was he deciding on? He wasn't even a proper magic user yet and he was already trying to decide on what he need to learn and how? Plus that sounded like a lot of work he didn't wanna do thank you very much.

Aim for that level just in case. Something told Ron if Ron didn't aim to be at least ready for the Dark Lord he really would die, pathetically with everyone dead around him. That vision just seemed so real it was like he woke up a completely different person than yesterday. It was still him though he just felt some time older than 11 years old. It was like someone had put a compass in his head and was suggesting but not forcing him to be ready for the worst case scenario. It felt warm and caring like his parents. He kind of liked it.

It was a feeling of euphoria. Some otherworldly being was helping him choose the most needed options going forward. It'll take time to adjust himself though. He sounded like an adult but he acted and was an 11 year old kid. Heh it was like some sort of time travel accident thing his dad thought might happen one day. He was gonna blame it on Prefect Percy the kiss-up first chance he got though. Percy deserves it. Percy deserves all of it.

Something had warned him about this though, or someone had lived through such a terrible future and thought that he of all people was the most qualified to fight to change it, to stop all the death and destruction. The turmoil and darkness that oozed from his nightmare was stagnating but nothing more so than that figure that had gleefully snickered and cackled over his dead corpse. It had to be a stupid dream this adult like thinking problem would go away by tomorrow. Hopefully.

That wouldn't happen right? 'Just to make sure though' he thought while getting the last of his stuff ready. Proceeding to get dressed he decided on it. 'No way will I let those I know and will come to know and possibly love die without a proper fight, no I won't let this chance escape me. Somehow I saw what could be a future of mine and bloody hell will I let it come true lying down, like a rat*'. Making his way out he swore he heard movement from the corner of his room. Shaking his head he felt as if his head became slightly heavier. Oh well better get along then.

His head hurt though and he could have sworn he felt a shift in his mind. It was like he had changed into not a different person but a different 'Ron.' Questions that could be asked later he guessed. This was something he wouldn't find out about for a long while. A trigger that would spark a huge change in the world that was supposed to be making it into the world it now is. Fate doesn't like playing nice and this time Ron is it's bitch.

What Ron couldn't see was the shine of a cloak in the corner, or the ginger haired man beneath this invisible cloak lying down almost dead. For one last swish of the wand this man finished his work praying that this version of him would succeed where he hadn't for all their sake. And so Ronald Bilius Weasley of the future closed his eyes and with his final breath in his own future body hoped that he had done things right. This after all was a spell that Gambled on the future of an entire world.

There we go the prologue to the story. Not too long but I think it's enough to get the start of the story. So it looks like the future is Gambling on the past let's see where it takes them.

For those who have read my other stories thank you for trying this one out. If you are concerned whether Ron will become a badass at some point do not worry he will. It may take him some years though I plan on going through all the books like this. Though each book may be massively different other than the main plotlines.

This one is Year One meaning Book 1: The Sorcerer's Stone. Yes I am an American.

This chapter is shorter than I want the rest of them to be but only because its an introduction to the story and not a fully realized detailed story chapter. Expect more next chapter. They will be much longer when we finally start the actual school classes.

* -This was in reference to his pet rat. By the way he still doesn't know anything about Scabbers.

Next Chapter:

"Welcome to the Hogwarts Express little Ronnie-kins"

"Hey my name is Ron Weasley, I heard your Harry Potter but you're so quiet I can't come to believe it. Could you maybe kill a Dark Lord or something? It would be helpful in proving this."

"Oh hello, I am Harry Potter, and I am the boy not judging you based on your appearance."

Hello Tragic Hero! Wait What Already Friends!?