Author from the future: hey, so I guess Ginny just doesn't exist because I did not remember to write her in if I'm being completely honest.

/March 1st, 1980/

"Purple eyes? That's impossible, that's... That's..." Molly Weasley looked at her newly born son.

Purple eyes were said to be a sign of greatness and magical prowess, wizards with people's eyes went on to do great things. Merlin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and even Ignotus Peverell all had purple eyes. Molly should be overjoyed. But alas, she did not like being outshined.

They had had a home birth and she swore that she would run the purple out of Ron's eyes before anyone knew. Little did she know, he was years older than her, and he saw the warped look in her eyes. Ron, originally Mathéo Adler, a child abuse prevention and control officer and activist, knew that look well.

It was the look that abusers gave their victims.

/November 3rd, 1980/

I've been strengthening my vocal cords among other things the last eight months, now I could form complex words and phrases whereas most babies at this point could only babble.

I've quickly learned who to trust in this house, and that includes everyone except my 'mother'. So I would speak my supposed first words when she was out of the house. Maybe with Arthur. He was nice.

Besides speaking, I've also been trying to stretch as much as my body would allow, as I know this will help me later on, and I've been using my magic frequently. It's very easy to do as I did not have magic before so the sudden addition of what felt like a new limb was easier to feel. Because of the same reasons, I could also seem to feel the magic around me.

It was odd. I would expect that I would feel it as a physical sensation but instead, it was a certain smell. Everybody's magic was different and whenever they cast a spell, it had their Magic's smell on it. Bill's, for example, smelled like sandalwood and cherries whereas Arthur's was akin to Almonds and fire.

I'm getting away from my original point. I've been practicing magic and, as I haven't experienced what it's like to use a wand, wandless magic was not all that hard. The first spell I managed to produce was summoning lightning to my fingers, which was a bit of a shock. I'm hilarious.

But really though, I ended up shocking myself by accident. Since then, I've learned many more spells, though I'm not sure I can really call them that as they have all been my own creation. Those Latin classes really paid off.

/November 4th, 1980/

We had all gathered around the dinner table, Molly was out shopping but everyone else was home, enjoying a meal. I looked at my plate of baby food. Fuck this.

"Father, I'm going to need better food than this shit." Everyone stopped talking and looked at my scowling face.

"Did he just-?"

"Huh?" Arthur looked dumbstruck.

/February 1st, 1986/

"Little shits." I bashed the gnome's skull in, successfully killing off the last one.

I walked inside and was greeted by a disgruntled Molly, "Who told you that you could go out? Come here you disgrace!"

She raised a closed fist and I closed my eyes, waiting for the blow, "What are you doing?!" Arthur's voice interrupted her swing, "I have put up with you little glances and passive-aggressive comments but this? Oh, Molly, you have stopped far too low."

Molly's face drained of its color, "Wha- but he deserves-"

"The only thing my son deserves is a thank you for getting rid of those gnomes and an apology for me not seeing what you were doing sooner." He snarled, sounding colder than I had ever heard him.

Molly was no longer welcome at the burrow from then on.

/March 1st, 1989/

Today was my ninth birthday, but only Arthur and Bill were here to celebrate it. As much as we adored each other, my brothers were mostly at Hogwarts and couldn't see me. It was unfortunate, but it's not like I hadn't had my ninth birthday before.

The three of us gathered by the fire, Bill had his hair tied up and the fang earring I had given him for his fifteenth birthday hung from his ear, just like always. Arthur had shaped up since he left Molly, he was healthier as well as fitter and wore a sweater with some slacks. I grinned at them, I had come to love them much more than any of the many foster parents of my last life.

"Happy birthday, R. You're already so old!" Bill smiled, handing me his gift to open first.

"Uh-huh, sure. Because nine is old." I rolled my eyes jokingly as I opened the oddly shaped box with... Holes in it? "Oh, my Salazar."

A ferret leaped out into my hands, it was black with unique red stripes. Bill chuckled at my awestruck expression "Yeah I figured the family rat won't last too long and you've always been the more responsible one out of all of us which is... sad. So, yeah. Ferret."

I giggled at his awkward explanation and gave him a huge hug, "Thank you, Bill, this means so much to me."

I opened the gifts from everybody else, finding a coupon to piece my ear from Fred, an earring from George, a new cauldron from Percy, and a book on animagi from Charlie. I loved all of them, knowing they were all very thought out and not something dumb.

"Hey, don't forget about my present!" Arthur said after a moment, and I opened the box he handed to me to see a hand-knit black sweater with a silver R on it. "Once upon a time the Weasley sweaters might have been Molly's thing, but now we are past her and I like knitting."

I could see tears welling up in his eyes and smiled at him, "It looks, great dad."

/July 13th, 1990/

I grinned at Fred and continued to stir the potion counterclockwise, "We'll start Operation Mix up at noon."

He grinned back and George re-entered the room, holding empty vials, "Ready when you are."

Needless to say, the burrow was quite... Shaken that day.