Ron Weasley: The Boy who lived
Disclaimer: None of its mine. It's all Rowling's.
Summary: AU. Harry Potter isn't the boy who brought down the dark lord. His parents are alive, and Sirius is free. Instead, somebody else receives that lightening shaped scar that fateful Halloween…
Prologue
Molly Weasley lay down her baby daughter in her cot, and kissed her goodnight. Blowing out the candle next to her bed, she moved into the next small room where her youngest son Ron was sleeping. A figure came and stood beside her. Molly smiled and kissed her husband as he put his arm around her waist.
"Are the others asleep?" she whispered.
"The twins weren't so I read them a story. Percy was out like a light. Ginny was all right?
"She's perfect."
A loud bang suddenly shook the house and Ron and Ginny both woke up screaming.
"Molly it's him. Take the children and go."
"But Arthur.."
"Molly there's no time, just take the children and go!"
Arthur ran out the room, whilst Molly ran over to the crying boys bed and scooped him up into her arms. There were several green flashes of light and screams echoed around. Molly ran towards the door, and came face to face with Voldemort. His wand arm was raised, his red eyes gleaming with sickening amusement. Sobbing, Molly tried desperately to get away, her arms protectively shielding Ron's face.
"Step aside you stupid woman."
"Not Ron, please not Ron."
Voldemort muttered the fatal killing curse, and Molly knew no more. She fell to the ground with a thud whilst Ron kept on crying and calling out to his mother.
"And now it's time to finish the job. Good bye little redheaded weasel." Laughing his high evil laugh, the curse was aimed once more. Instead of the usual scream and sickening thud, a huge explosion took place, as green light flew back towards the dark lord. Wooden beams and dust flew all around until all that remained was silence.
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19-year-old Bill Weasley apparated to The Burrow, his family home that evening to find a pile of rubble where the house once stood. He ran quickly over and began frantically digging with his hands to try and find some sign of his parents, or his siblings.
The first he found was Ginny, his youngest and only sister. Her eyes were wide with fright, her tiny mouth set in a wail. She'd been struck with the killing curse. He carried on, first finding the twins, clinging together, then Percy, whose arm was shielded across his face.
Finally he came to his parents. His father had his wand in his hand, protecting his family to the very last minute of his life. And his mother, with the now familiar look of terror in her eyes, but determination all the same.
Bill cried. Nearly all of his family dead in one go. His mother, father, Percy, Fred and George, Ginny, Ron…
Wait, where was Ron?
Bill began searching through the rubble again, when he heard a faint whimpering coming from around 10 metres from where he was standing. Rushing over and digging, the whimpering became louder before Bill reached into a small hole, and pulled a small body out.
"Ron you're alive!" Bill broke out into a fresh wave of sobs, holding onto his brother for dear life. He looked at Ron's little face, and noticed a strange lightening shaped cut on his forehead. Wiping the blood away, Bill hugged the little boy, sat down on the rubble and continued to cry.
This is how Hagrid, a giant of a man, with a tangly beard found him later. Comforting the poor man, Hagrid put his arm around Bill and led him to the beaten track, which used to lead to the house.
Hagrid took the small redheaded boy, holding a handkerchief to the cut on his head as he began to cry.
"There there li'l one," S'all gonna be alrigh'," he hugged Ron, as he cried out for his mother.
"Look, Bill. I gotta take Ron ter see Dumbledore. You'll be alrigh' yeah?" Hagrid looked sympathetically at Bill.
"What? No! Ron's one of the only family I have. Don't take him away now. Please!" Hagrid placed his hand on Bill's shoulder, before turning to leave. Bill fell to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably once more.
"William Weasley?" said a new, unfamiliar voice.
"Yes?" Bill said without looking up.
"We are arresting you on suspicion of being involved with the murder of the Weasley family, along with Charles Weasley, as well as being in league with voldemort."
"What? No! I never!" Bill looked up shocked, to see 3 aurors and a dementor surrounding him. "Hagrid help! I swear I never did it! Help!!"
But Hagrid was already gone.
*Authors note! I know Bill and Charlie most probably aren't that older than the other weasley kids in the books, but they are in my story. hehe*
