Disclaim: Do not own, if I did, there would be a lightsaber fight between Voldemort and Harry in the graveyard. And Sirius would live. I'd also have money.


Be careful what you wish for - Ron finds himself the boy who lived. Except, life isn't what he expected.


Ron Weasley had always been jealous of his friend Harry Potter. Now, don't get him wrong, he liked Harry a lot. It's just, Ron would like to have some money, and he would like to be known as someone other than 'Bill/Charlie/Percy/The Twins brother'. It wasn't that much to ask for really. He just wanted to be like Harry Potter.

The next morning Ron woke up to his door being rattled.

"Ronald, it is past time for you to be up! Breakfast is scheduled in twenty minutes, and then we must go to the platform." a female voice called that was definitely not his mother.

He looked around the room he was in, and decided it wasn't his. There were no Chudley Cannon posters, no sign that the owner of the room had a personality at all. As he got dressed into clothes that were far too nice for his family to afford, he looked in the mirror. There, on his forehead, was a lightning bolt shaped scar. Ron smiled, maybe he was Harrry and that was his aunt, except it was definitely Ron in the mirror. And the woman had called his name.

He walked down the stairs and came upon a landing, and he realized he didn't know where the table was. A stern looking woman with black hair saw him and grabbed his shoulder.

"I don't understand why today of all days you decided to take your time," she was saying as they entered a room were there was a table with food on it. Ron opened his mouth to answer when the woman snapped at him. "That wasn't a question. Children only talk to adults when they are asked questions. Otherwise they remain silent. How many times am I going to have to teach you that Ronald?"

Ron closed his mouth and felt his ears begin to glow. This, wasn't exactly how he pictured living as the boy who lived. He began to shovel food onto his plate, only for the woman to take it away.

"No no no. You do not take so much food for a first serving, and you take equal portions of everything, and no seconds until your plate is clean. This is why I never wanted children! Never listen to anyone," the woman handed Ron a plate back that had significantly less food, and he felt his ears burn brighter. He started to eat.

"Where are your manners today? You know that we have to wait for the Head of the Household. Just because today is the first day of school does not mean you can slack off on your manners! You have a reputation to uphold. You are the boy who lived, when people look at you they must see a poised, elegant young man, not a filthy boy. You are a role model for others, so remember to act that way. If Walburga could see you now... At least her children can eat properly when the time calls for it, since her oldest is responsible for the Black seat. Why, even the Potter children are better than you! You mustn't let others show you up! You are an icon! You must be perfect. Incidentally, I expect you to perform perfectly in all your classes, and I do not want a single owl saying you have done something to get a detention. If I do receive one, than I shall cut off your allowance, and take away your flying privilege until you learn better. I don't know why you are so obstinate," the woman continued. Ron stopped eating and stayed quiet. He didn't know who this person was, and wasn't entirely sure he liked her.

Finally a man came down the stairs and sat at the head of the table. Ron began to eat, making sure to take small bites and close his mouth when he chewed. This seemed to please the woman, and she stopped watching him like a hawk.

"Ignatius, today is the first day of Hogwarts, so Ronald and I will be going to the platform. When I return, are we going to do a press release?" the woman asked the man. The man shrugged.

"If you feel the need," he answered. The woman nodded.

"Good, because I've already told the papers to come here."

Sitting at the breakfast table with two strangers was weird. It was too quiet, depressing. There were no jokes, or yelling, or any of the things Ron was used to. He actually began to miss the twins. All to soon, the food disappeared and the woman stood up.

"Come along now Ronald, we haven't got any time to waste. I trust your trunk has been packed already?" the woman said leaving the room and forcing Ron to run to follow her. "Excellent, we'll arrive on time."

With that, the woman side-along apparated Ron and his trunk to Platform 9 and 3/4. Around them people were yelling and laughing and it was more along the lines of what he was used to. He even spotted Harry, with who must be his parents, four siblings, and Neville and his parents, as well as Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.

Maybe in this timeline, he didn't turn, Ron thought. He thought about waving to Harry and Neville, but was almost positive that the lady would frown upon that about as much as she did his table manners. The woman looked around, and seemed to find who she was looking for.

"There, now go stay with them," she said, marching him along towards Ernie McMillan and Zacharias Smith. Ernie immediately started talking about quidditch, with Zacharias adding in a comment here and there, although he mostly sniffed through the whole conversation. Ron found himself stuck in a compartment with them. Every time he tried to leave, Ernie would start a new topic and Ron would have to sit back down. It was the worst train ride to Hogwarts ever. He even missed Percy. There was no laughing, or fun, or at least not real laughter. Ernie seemed to have mastered the art of pretending to laugh without meaning it. Ron sighed and looked out the window.

If he were home, they would have just barely made it, and Fred and George would have come to check on him twice by now, and left one of their pranks mixed in with the candy Harry bought to try and surprise them. In fact, when the trolley lady came by, despite finally having money to spend on frivolous things, he found he wasn't hungry.

When the train finally arrived at Hogwarts, Ron noticed that the robes he was putting on, besides being very expensive and tailored to him, there was no crest. I guess I'm a first year then. Maybe I can give Hermione a run for best student. Ron smiled at that. He and Zacharias Smith and Ernie stood around Hagrid, who was greeting Harry and Neville with a smile. Draco Malfoy caught his eye, and before Ron could do his customary scowl at him, he smiled and nodded at him.

Ron was now quite sure something was wrong with the world. Weasley's were not friends with Malfoys. But then, he remembered, Walburga was the portrait at Grimmauld place, and a Black, and a friend of the woman. He quickly stopped this line of thinking, and got into a boat with Ernie, Zacharias, and Malfoy. He had tried to move towards Harry and Neville who seemed to be laughing and planning something with a disapproving Hermione looking on, but Ernie had tugged him into a boat.

He finally had a chance to go to Harry when they were waiting to be let in for the sorting. Neville saw him coming, and nudged Harry. Both of them folded their arms.

"What do you want? Come to insult us? Tell us how we are being horrible purebloods by dismissing tradition and having fun?" Neville asked. Harry snickered while Ron's ears began to burn again.

"I bet he was going to come over here and oh so generously offer us his hand in friendship, as long as we worshiped him," Harry added. A few other students raised in the wizarding world smiled and laughed along. Ron turned away from the two boys, wondering what exactly he had done, or who he was suppose to be in this world. It wasn't long until Professor McGonagall brought them into the Great Hall. Ron noticed that both Harry and Neville's mothers were at the table, and there was no Snape. He breathed a sigh of relief. That was two points for this reality. Money and no Snape. He wondered what they taught. It wasn't until he accidentally looked at the back of Quirrel's head that he realized the downside of the scar. White hot pain shot through the scar, and if this is what Harry felt accidentally meeting eyes with You-Know-Who, then Ron was amazed that his friend could handle so much pain.

He watched the sorting, which went by the way he remembered it, except Hermione went to Ravenclaw. Neville didn't trip or forget he was wearing the hat, and as soon as Harry was sorted, the two of them exchanged a high five. Then something weird happened.

"Prewitt, Ronald"

Ron walked up to the sorting hat, trying to figure out what all this meant. Why wasn't he a Weasley? The hat was lowered onto his head, and Ron was ready for it to declare Gryffindor like last time, when memories of the Ron he was before started to play out in his mind. He could only watch in horror as he became friends with the children of Death Eaters, taunted Harry and Neville at Ministry functions, and used his fame to do anything he wanted. He wasn't even under the age restriction for using a wand. A quick memory of being in the wand shop showed him that he had the same wand he would receive after breaking Charlie's old wand. Not Harry's wand. As he watched his life flash before him, the sorting hat called out his house.

"Slytherin!"

Ron took the sorting hat off and moved over to the Slytherin table. Now that he had seen what he acted like, he noticed all the glares he was getting. I deserve them, he thought miserably to himself. I was acting like Malfoy. I helped campaign for Fudge! Malfoy nodded to him, smiling, then turned to watch the rest of the sorting. Zacharias Smith ended up in Slytherin as well, and so did Zabini, Blaise.

This isn't what I wanted, Ron thought desperately. I want my mum and dad! Ginny, the twins, even Percy.

Alas, they were all dead, killed by You-Know-Who when he went after Ron.


To make a long story short, Ron had a miserable time in Slytherin, having to watch what he said lest his Great-Aunt Lucretia (the woman ordering him around) hear about it. Harry, Neville, Seamus, and Dean became infamous for being able to pull off pranks and not get caught. In Slytherin, they were all disdainful of such plebeian pursuits.

Professor Potter taught potions, Professor Longbottom taught Defense against the Dark Arts. And by Christmas, Harry, Neville, Seamus and Dean ended up protecting the school from Quirrel. Gryffindor won the house cup, while Slytherin won the Quidditch cup. Ron felt very lonely. He couldn't even become friends with Hermione, because she had found a group to hang out with in Ravenclaw, and Ronald Prewitt hadn't been very nice to Terry Boot. So he had no friends, and spent all his time practicing spells (because he couldn't be shown up by a muggleborn. You are the boy-who-lived!)

Year two was just as bad, even more so because there was no Ginny, and this time Luna had the book and Hermione brought it to the teacher's attention within the first month. So the basilisk was still alive inside Hogwarts. Harry and Neville were popular among the year group, always smiling, and never pulling any mean pranks. Ron had overheard them say once that Sirius had once done something horrible, and from then on the 'no hurting anyone' prank rule was added to the book.

Year three absolutely nothing happened. Nothing. Ron was just miserable. At this point, he would be glad to listen to Percy drone on about cauldron bottoms, or get a howler from his mother. All the lavish gifts he got meant nothing, since they were all sent by acquaintances who didn't really know him. He wasn't allowed to root for the Cannons, because he had an endorsement deal with Montrose Magpies. He wanted to try out for Keeper, but he didn't want to play quidditch for Slytherin.

Year four came about, and his name came out of the goblet. At first he was thrilled, until he remembered what Harry went through. The other three houses gave him a cold shoulder, although by that point Ron was used to it (he would give anything to be a test subject for the twins). Slytherins congratulated him on getting around the age line, and he gave the polite response (he missed the yelling and screaming and chaos of the Burrow). Barty jr. was caught early on, and admitted to being the one to put Ron's name in. The Aurors, including James Potter and Sirius Black went to the location only to discover the dead body of their friend Peter, with a Dark Mark on his arm. He ended up going to the Yule Ball with Daphne Greengrass, while Hermione went with Krum, Harry went with Luna, and Neville went with Harry's younger sister Dara. Aunt Lucretia didn't let him out of the house that summer, and started working on a marriage contract with the Greengrasses (Good pick Ronald, the right sort of family them. Not like the Potters or the Longbottoms.)

Turns out over the summer, Harry had been kidnapped and used in the same ritual as before, except this time it was brewed by Karkaroff, who had disappeared after Cedric won the tournament. He got an earful for losing to a Hufflepuff, no matter that Cedric was older.

So, year five, Voldemort's back, and Ron was under watch 24/7. Dumbledore came by and spoke to him, since Aunt Lucretia decided to home school him instead of risking his life in the Slytherin dorms. (Ron longed for the DA, and fighting with Hermione). By the end of the year, Voldemort had been defeated and he was allowed back. (Turns out Regulus managed to get a note to Sirius about the Horcruxes, and except the diary, all of them had been destroyed before Ron went to Hogwarts).

Year six and he was forced to be a gentleman and escort Daphne, his betrothed, around Hogsmeade. He watched as the Potters and Longbottoms, and Dean and Seamus, had a snowball fight just outside the town. He watched as Hermione and Harry began to date, both of them having taken ancient runes and arithmancy together (He missed them both, and Ginny and Fred and George. Harry and Neville the pranksters weren't half as amusing as the twins because of the no harm rule). Neville was dating Luna, Seamus dating Lavender, and Dean Parvati. They all seemed to have so much fun. Of course, Ron remembered that he was still a horcrux, so Voldemort could come back.

Which is what happened year seven. He managed to get a foothold in Hogwarts, and Harry and Neville were leading the student resistance while outside, their parents ran the Order of the Phoenix. Ron was at Hogwarts, but apparently word had gotten out that he was not to be harmed. He tried to help protect people as best he could, but as a Slytherin he could only do so much. At the end of the year, Voldemort appeared to everyone in the Great Hall, explaining how he couldn't be killed as long as I live. The students made a retreat, while Voldemort kept a close eye on Ron, making sure his only horcrux wasn't going to die. Finally, Ron managed to get away, and get to where the students were holed up. He told them he wanted to help. Harry and Neville, the clear leaders, looked at each other and nodded.

Harry turned his green eyes on Ron, and Ron gulped.

"This is the only way you can help," he said, and Ron died by Harry's hand from a cutting curse.

Harry then went on to kill Voldemort, everyone watching the glow of brother wands being used against each other. When it seemed hopeless, Nevile threw his wand to Harry and Harry got off another cutting curse. He was yelled at by his parents once they ascertained that he was safe, and he went on to become one of the best Aurors out there, along with his partner Neville. He married a witch he met while on assignment, and had two kids for his parents to spoil. Neville married Susan Bones, another Auror, and had three kids, joking that he had to one-up Harry. And no one called anyone the boy-who-lived or man who won.


And then Ron woke up to the loud sound of a full Burrow, with explosions coming from the twins room, and his mother screaming at them. He lay in his worn in bed, looked at his decorated walls, and sighed. He'd rather have his family than be Harry Potter, he decided. Being the boy-who-lived can be very isolating.


AN: Since in Cannon Lily made the sacrifice, so would Mrs. Weasley, which meant he had to go to a Prewitt to protect him. His only relative was Ignatius Prewitt, who had married Lucretia Black, and so he was raised like a pureblood. Since there were two other families of Weasleys, or they weren't in danger of dying out and since there was nothing for Ron to really inherit, Lucretia made sure the Prewitt name would continue. I also imagine she would have milked his fame for all its worth, since she was a Slytherin and she had ambitions. Because of this, Ronald Prewitt would have a bit of an ego, being paraded around as the boy-who-lived, and would do whatever his aunt asked, wanting her approval. Also, Ron's sorting: I know he probably would have been Gryffindor, but the hat accessed his other self's memories, and he was ambitious.