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Ron woke up groggy and with an ache all over. His room smelled of shit and there were little spikes digging into his back. He reached back and pulled out a long piece of straw from his bedding. That's when it all rushed back.

He was trapped forever in the past.

A small force rocked him from his left, followed by a high-pitched groan. 'Oh yeah' he thought. 'and I have a new sister to feed'. That thought caused a wave of sadness to rush through him, his eyes pricking with tears. Sniffing roughly and hopping off the bed, Ronald Weasley began planning his new life.

Firstly, he would need a new past. He couldn't present himself as 'common folk'. He could read, even his rough, southern accent seemed posh compared to the lower-class people.

Without the parentage of a lord, Ron would have to present himself as having wealthy, yet ignoble parents, who proceeded to abandon him with skills yet no money. Annoyingly, it's not a very respectable beginning but it seemed the best he had.

At Hogwarts people would sometimes debate the best way to make it in the muggle world without the use of their magic. Repeatedly the best solutions seemed to be service jobs. Cleaning is easy with sourgify or tergeo, and transfiguration allows wizards to create whatever their imagination allows them to. By selling these skills to muggles one could potentially make a fortune. Hence Ron's initial idea of a reparations business. Once again brash and without thought, Ron charged into the situation and got rejected and now Aya thinks he's entrepreneur.

Other ideas by Hogwarts student were a bit less friendly. Many decided it would be easiest to lie, confundo and even imperio to get easy money and power. Ron wasn't one of these people, the Weasleys had raised him to be honest, and tricking muggles was practically taboo in their household.

Accio was very useful when it came to grabbing your own things even from far away, however in a world without magic it was completely impractical. Ron could summon coins and from far and wide little pices of metal would start flying out of peoples pockets, through the sky, creating a probably beautiful yet incriminating spectacle. Let alone the fact he may be taking the money from the poor and starving, it was far too obvious to have objects flying through the air

Ron decided against repairing things. He didn't handle rejection well and one bad day of offering his skills repulsed him to the idea entirely. A new plan was forming in his head.

After doing chores without magic for years, the idea of being paid for the opposite was very appealing. Besides everyone knows the servants and staff are the sources of gossip in companies and if anyone needs to hear more gossip right now it's Ron. Determined not to waste time Ron begrudgingly cast a reparo on his sleeves, the fabric stretching over the thin tears, leaving the material looking stretched. Ron had wanted to avoid that. Terego all over left his uniform looking clean and fresh, the shiny red lining of his robes practically sparkling. He wasn't willing to remove his house crest in any way, too sentimental, so Ron cast a notice-me-not charm on it and moved on.

Glancing at Aya, still asleep he wondered what to do with her. He grabbed some straw out of his 'pillow' and spent some time transfiguring it. First to wood, then he moulded it magically into a dragon shape (similar to Norberta) and lastly made it gleam. He repeated this process until he made 5.

After a little nudging, Aya stirred and yawned loudly. Glancing up at him she frowned. "Why did you wake me", Aya complained," it's too early." She rolled back over onto her front and sighed.

Sighing himself Ron simply said. "I'm going out, gonna try and find some work." Internally the young wizard thought it was a weird thing to say. A sentence he didn't think he'd have to say for years.

"Look I've made these figurines. Why don't you try to sell them today? They're probably worth a copper or two each. I'll buy us this room for another night and meet you back here later?"

The young girl had rolled back and was staring at the dragons. "You made these this morning? They're incredible!"

Ron blushed. His magic ability had never been praised so passionately before. "Well, I did say I was good with my hands. See you later." He waved and left the room. He hoped selling those would fill her day. Meanwhile, he would go to the castle.

The Red Keep was massive. Its walls high and its bricks ornate it looked like an exotic Hogwarts. Walking to the outer gates and eyeing the guards the redhead decided just to act as if he owned the place and approached them.

"Excuse me, Sir? Do you know where I ca—?"

"Go on through, boy,"

Surprised by the ease of that entry, Ron walked through the clean cobbled path and up the high steps leading up to the building itself. Nearing what Ron assumed to be the real front gates of the castle, he noticed a stressed-out man with a scroll of parchment at the ornate doors. When their eyes met the man plastered a charming smile onto his face.

"Welcome, my lord, to The Red Keep. how can I be of service?"

Although Ron was tempted to go along with the whole 'lord' charade but decided that the long term it wouldn't end well.

"Oh no, no. I'm not a lord, I don't need your honour. Actually, I would like to be of service to you. I am skilled at serving as was hoping you will employ me as a servant. My name's Ronald Weasley" he put on his best Lucius Malfoy voice

"Oh!" He seemed honestly surprised. "I suppose we might have space for you. Rorros! New servant for you. Give him some work." turning back to me he added," come to me at the end of the day and I'll pay you, my name is Taegen. NEXT!" he ended in a yell

What followed was an hour of administration with Rorros, a man who seemed could read but not incredibly well and it was incredibly dull. Then Ron was given a coarse brush and a bucket and was told to scrub the floors of a hall, along with 5 or so other servants.

It was there Ron first heard of Eddard Stark the Traitor. Hand of the King who betrayed the prince after the king's death. A northern brute who cared little for honour considering how much he spouted about it. He sounded like a bad person and to be honest, Ron was happy he was in the dungeons right now, justice had been served.

However, Ron also heard of sweet Lady Sansa, Stark's daughter, who was innocent and beautiful and was very lucky to be marrying the king. Of Arya Stark who escaped the castle in fear of her life, but she was a wild thing so good riddance. Those things he didn't agree with as much.

Ron had to remember this is a time when the patriarchy is everywhere, and women are disrespected constantly. Sansa being lucky for being beautiful and getting married didn't sit well with him. Nor did a rebellious young girl being called wild.

It was all stupid. the smartest, strongest person he knew, Hermione, is a girl. Although he didn't like to admit it his own sister could probably take him in a fight.

His next task was cleaning up the rooms of some lord. He scourgified the walls, fireplace and most regrettably the chamber pot. Deregeoed the bed and levitated the corners of the sheets into place. The whole thing took a few minutes. He was expected to spend far longer in the chamber working, so Ron did a little snooping.

He rifled through the draws getting an idea of the styles of the time, embroidery seemed popular. He reached the desk and it was locked, but a simple alohamora easily popped the drawers open.

Inside were stacks of letters. glancing at a couple, the neat script all seemed to be addressed to 'Petyr' and signed 'Lysa'. Ron dropped them as if they were on fire once he read some of the raunchy words scattered across the page. 'Petyr' certainly had an admirer. There were also bags of coins, of which Ron slipped a couple off the top and into his fist.

Shutting the drawer and locking it again, Ron repeated the process to the second drawer. Inside this one was a map which the wizard unfurled and laid out onto the table. Thankfully there was a chair behind him because the poor boy fell back into it in shock. This was not a map of England, or Britain or any other place Ron could recognise. Ron knew maps, his favourite brothers were both avid travellers and Ron has spent much time charting the various places Bill would travel for work. this was not on Earth.

The large words, WESTEROS, was spread across the map. Foreign places and names were scattered across the land mass and Ron felt ill trying to make sense of it all.

Leaving the room in a good condition, Ron spent the rest of the day going about his work simply and thoughtfully. Every now and again, Ron would ask his co-workers on their favourite story from history. Those stories were far more convincing than the map could ever have been. Ron heard stories of Kings that never existed, of creatures he'd never heard of and of dragons. Loads of dragons. Sorcery was mentioned, but it was all superbly inaccurate.

Ron ended his day late, the moon was out, with a few coppers in his hand. looking up at the sky, completely disheartened, the last nail in the coffin was the stars. Ron knew what the stars should look like. he had spent nights of his life staring up at the sky, cataloguing the movement of the stars for his astronomy class. Those were not the stars he knew. This was not Earth.

A/N

Thank you everyone for the support, 2 things

I want to make clear that Ron is 16 Years old and just fell through the Veil in the ministry.

Also, Arya is hiding so told Ron her name is Aya as a very thin disguise. She did a similar thing with Arry in the show but she's not currently pretending to be a boy so Aya instead.

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