Disclaimer: I own none of the characters as usual.

Ron grabbed the compartment door, throwing it open. There, he proclaimed his inheritance. He looked through the foggy glass, hoping for the light to dance across its surface. It sparkled, and Ron shuddered like a squirrel. This was magic.

He drew his pudding colored wand and waved it like a king, swinging, swinging. He sighed and sat down. Life was not fair! His eyes went wild, turning red like a hippo's.

But, wait...was that, a, face in the window? Ron moved closer gawking at the figure. It gawked back. The figure was tall and gangly with red hair. He had many freckles, and in his arm was a short wand.

"My hero." He muttered. He reached for the glass, hoping to shake hands with the figure. It reached out its hand too. But Ron's hand met the glass. A frown passed his face, and the other frowned too. Ron was angry. He heard the door open.

"YOU RUINED MY LIFE YOU MAN IN THE WINDOW!" He roared. "YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY TO TRICK ME!"

He turned, eyeballs spinning. He saw a small plump witch with a blue hat in the doorway carrying a loaf of banana bread.

"Some bread for that mouth of yours." She said chuckling. Ron could take no more.

"Expelmimarness!" He screamed. "Giddyranhohan!"

His wand sparked, and as if by magic, a man in purple appeared in the doorway.

"Silly sam!" He joked. "A bucket for the old man, eh?"

Ron roared like a jaguar and took a leap towards the man, hand ready to punch. The man only laughed and chuckled. Ron screamed like never before, as though something was fighting to get out. Then he was falling, falling, and he awoke, and it reminded him of Sundays at home. His mind drifted off to the pleasant memories.

It was a rainy morning. The rain pounded against the mansion's windows and Ron was inside his mansion, dancing to a song by Gibbons Gohart called 'You are a magical man'. Ron spun in a circle, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley clapped along. Even Fred and George returned from their funeral store to join in the festivities.

You're a magical man,

Yes you're a magical one,

Sometimes you will feel like a pan,

But you shine like the sun!

When you're feeling down,

I know you'll come around,

Because that's how it goes!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

When it comes time,

I will rhyme,

To this magical song!

Ron spun again and flicked his fingers and snapped. He tapped his foot and Mrs. Weasley started to sob.

"So, so proud!" she sobbed. "You, You're my favorite."

Ron took it all in his stride snapping his fingers faster than ever. Even Bill came down from his tower to wish them all a happy, happy thanksgiving. Ron spun again, drawing a whistle from George, something he hadn't done in 20 years. Fred sat somberly, thinking of the latest person brought into their funeral store. A tear crept down his face, but no one noticed, they were all too entranced with Ron's dancing! Ron started to sing and Mrs. Weasley went to the bathroom to get tissues for the river now pouring from her eyes.

Then Charlie came.

He stomped down the stairs, firecracker in hand. As soon as he saw Ron he let out a huge guffaw.

"Guffaw, Guffaw!" He guffawed. "Guffaw Guffaw!"

Mrs. Weasly crept into the room, metal bat ready. Her eyes glowed red like a hyena, and she roared. She charged in slamming the bat against Charlie's temple. Charlie groaned but Mrs. Weasley was not done. She hit him with a deadly uppercut with her fist crashing against Charlie's jaw. Ron laughed wildly and cheered Mrs. Weasley on.

Charlie lay slumped against the wall and Mrs. Weasley came in again, flipping into the air. The bat slammed down on Charlie's head and Ron heard something crack. He let out a guffaw of his own.

And he awoke. A tired looking man stood in front of him. He looked around. He was in the hospital wing in a bed made of comfy cardboard. Ron chuckled.

"Hello Ronald Eckens Weasley, third child, failure in grade, grade 6." The man said. "I am Madam Pomfrey."

Ron giggled as he realized the man was a woman.

"You-, you look like a man!" Ron was able to get out through his fit of giggles.

Madam Pomfrey reached into here robe.

"Stupefy!" She roared her wand flying within here grasp. The beam of light hit Ron in the chest and pushed him back under the covers, knocking him out.