A/N:
Hello! This is an idea that's been bubbling around in my mind lately. It's likely not going anywhere, but a thought came to me. What if, instead of Harry being born as a girl, Ron was? How would Ron Weasley's life change as the sixth child and elder daughter, rather than as the sixth son of seven children? This idea's nuts, but I kind of wanted to give Ron's character some love and do some exploring of his character that has been done with Harry to death, namely what changes with a single chromosome?
It's important to know that, even as a girl, Ron is still basically Ron, including the nickname, much like Harry often is. Ron might not be exactly feminine, but it suits the characterization I see in my head. There are a number of full names I could use including:
Veronica or Ronica: Not original, good meaning.
Ronwen: Not the best meaning but a cool name, easy to shorten.
Rhona: A little bland but could work.
Sharona: Totally out there, but "Ron" could still work.
Rowena: A variant of Ronwen, also the name of the Hogwarts founder, though harder to shorten realistically to Ron. Perhaps Ren? Nah! Ah, I don't know!
NOTE: her name definitely won't be Rhonda … that was the name of a family member, so I'm not going there …
Anyway, this snippet assumes that Arthur somehow convinced Molly to name her first daughter "Sharona" after some catchy Muggle song he heard one night … Not the most appropriate song to take your kid's name from, but perhaps it was on the Muggle radio shortly before, or when, Ron became more than a twinkle in their eyes? LOL! Weird brain! Hope you all enjoy!
Another Weasley?
Summary:
She had nothing to prove, yet she had everything to prove. She was awkward, yet she was awesome. She was brash, yet somehow brittle. She was Ron Weasley, ready to make her mark on the world.
Long, nimble fingers nervously toyed with a loos string hanging from the end of a threadbare sleeve. Large feet, waiting for the rest of their body to catch up in size, tapped an indiscernible pattern on grubby concrete through worn, comfortable trainers. Deep blue eyes, partially obscured by an overgrown copper fringe, darted around, attempting to take in everything at once. The fingers, the feet, and the eyes belonged to a girl, and she had stood in that very spot many times before. However, this time was different. This time, Sharona Weasley was going off to Hogwarts. Finally, after watching five older brothers leave her year after year, it was her turn.
She was Ron Weasley, ready to carve her own path at Hogwarts. As the sixth Weasley, but the first girl, Ron somehow felt like she would be living in her brothers' shadows, though she knew that, for her little sister, she was a sort of trailblazer. Still, she wondered. Would anything she did be overshadowed by her brothers, or downplayed because she was a girl? How would that effect Ginny? She supposed she would figure it out as she went along. First, however, she'd have to get on the train.
Dimly, Ron noticed her mother grumbling something about the train station being packed with Muggles. Naturally, Ron knew it would be. It was, after all, a Muggle train station. However, Ron didn't voice this thought. She was rather afraid that, if she opened her mouth, her breakfast might attempt a daring escape.
Suddenly, she spotted a nearby head that did not belong to the sea of red surrounding her. On the fringes of the Weasley group a boy stood, shifting awkwardly. Ron thought he looked even more nervous than she felt.
"E-excuse me," he said timidly, "It's just – well – could you tell me…"
"How to get onto the platform?" Ron's mum ask warmly, filling in as the boy trailed off into silence. "But of course, dear! It's Sharona's first time as well!"
Sharona hid a grimace. She wasn't exactly accustomed to the use of her full given name. She had simply been "Ron" for as long as she could remember. She had long since forgotten the particulars, though she knew it had something to do with earlier pronunciation errors on the part of the twins to the point that "Ron" had simply stuck. She knew, by that point, that it was typically a boys' name. However, she'd gladly defend her use of the name to anybody who would dare mess with it. She was Ron, and that's all there was to it.