Finally, finally, after months of intense debate with my pea brain, I decided to write a fic on Ron. Ron is my favorite character and i support canon relations. I a using direct quotes from the books, so... hopefully I will not get copyrighted, sad times really[sniffs]. Obviously there are lots of my own...sentences and quotes?

Anyways, this is my first ever fic, pls review anything, like literally anything will do at this moment. It feels good and keeps me motivated.

Disclaimer:Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and all other Harry Potter characters are property of JK Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic(This applies to all the chapters in this fiction and I won nothing. No financial gain is made from this fiction. No copyright infringement is intended). Only thing I can do is buy Joe cookies, here, accept these from me pls [gives_tasty_cookies]

{say while crying}: I don't know why, but some part of this chapter converts to italics every time I try to update in FFnet and I am too lazy to correct manually.

PROLOGUE

31 October 1981, Godric's Hollow:

Around midnight, the door opened with a creak at the Potters. A muffled evil laughter echoed through the narrow dark hall. Silent footsteps proceeded towards the staircase. The door at the mouth of the stairs was locked.

He pulled out a wand from the insides of his robes.

'Alohomora'

It did not open, it was enchanted. But that would not stop him from from entering, for nothing could stop The Dark Lord once he had decided to kill.

A loud burst and the door was blown apart. The dwellers of the house had been awakened. Loud thundering footsteps could be heard from upstairs. A young man in his early twenties with spectacles and ruffled hair came stumbling out of a room. Fear reflecting in his eyes. He was unarmed.

'Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off —'

Another high pitched evil laughter.

'Escape through the window! Save yourself and Harry!'

A flash of green light and there lay a motionless stiff body on the floor. The man was dead.

He proceeded towards the room up stairs. This door had been locked too. Another deafening explosion and the door wood was turned into splinters.

A woman of the same age as the man stood in front of him, arms spread in the air, guarding a cradle.

'Stand aside, you silly girl!'

'No! Take me, leave Harry!'

'Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!'

'No!'

Another flash of green light like a lightning, an ear- splitting scream and the women dropped dead.

The only living dweller of the house left was a year old boy standing on the rims of his cradle surrounded by pillows. Innocent and fearful look in his green eyes, tears sliding down his cheeks.

A final flash of green light, the walls were blasted apart as dust and debris. The glasses of the windows shattered.

However baby Harry still stood there on his cradle alive and uninjured except for a lightning shaped cut on his forehead.

The murderer reduced to someone no more than a lifeless corpse, as miserable as the saddest person alive, managed to flee.

There stood baby Harry on his cradle waiting to start his life as a young wizard ten years later.