Ron Weasley: The Boy who lived

Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing..

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…

Author's note: Thanks for the reviews guys :o) Chapter 1: The letter

In a small apartment block in the city of London, a young boy with flaming red hair and a lightening shaped scar awoke with a start. Infact, with such a start that he fell off the couch he was sleeping on, and onto the floor with a thump.

"What the hell was that?" A loud voice came from the next room, causing the boy to quickly get up off the floor, and quietly climb back onto the couch and pretend to be sleeping again.

A tall man with grey hair and a grim expression on his face opened the door and glared over at the red head. Sighing, he walked back into the room he had come from.

The boy glanced towards the door as it slammed, got up, and made his way, tiptoeing to the kitchen at the other end of the spacious room. He began making some cornflakes, still making sure he made no noise at all. He failed and with his elbow, he knocked over a bowl making it go clattering to the floor.

"RONALD WEASLEY!!"

Uh oh. He'd done it now. He stooped down to pick up the bowl, as his guardian's thundering footsteps came closer and closer.

"How many times have I told you that on Saturday mornings, I like total peace and quiet?" the grey haired man's usual glare was set on Ron yet again, his fists clenched tightly.

"I'm sorry Dave. I didn't mean to. I was just hungry." Ron tried to explain, but the man was having none of it.

"Ron you know the rules. You're eleven years old. I shouldn't have to tell you this by now. Go clean up this mess. Oh and fetch the post."

Ron had never understood his guardian's attitude. He'd been living like this for ten long years, ever since his family died. How they had died, Ron did not know. Dave had always said he'd tell Ron when he was older.

Well, if he was old enough to understand all Dave's rules, he was old enough to know about his parents.

Sighing, Ron ran his hand through his flame coloured hair, revealing his funny shaped scar. He loved this scar. It was the most interesting thing about him in his opinion. Ron was tall and gangly and his red hair always made him stand out in a crowd. He never had the nicest of clothes, as Dave refused to buy the ones Ron wanted, and for some strange reason, he always seemed to get dirt on his nose.

Pulling on some too-small clothes, Ron walked to go collect the post as quietly as he could. It was the usual. Bills, bills, bills, and a letter to Ron?!?

Walking quickly back, and putting the bills on a nearby cabinet, and took a good look at the envelope. In swirling emerald ink was written:

Mr Ronald Weasley

The Living Room

Flat 24

Dawnithy Flats

London

Strange. He thought. Who on earth would be writing to him? Hands trembling slightly, he opened the envelope up, and pulled out a piece of parchment. He read:

Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed of Wizards)

Dr Mr Weasley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been given a place at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Enclosed is a list of the necessary books and equipment. We await your ow by July 31st, and look forward to meeting you at Hogwarts on September 1st.

Yours sincerely

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Hogwarts? Wizards? Magic? Ron groaned. Somebody was playing a mean joke on him.

About to go throw the letter in the bin, Ron was suddenly stopped when Dave came out of his room and spotted the letter.

"What's that Ron?"

"Oh nothing. Just some junk mail. I was about to throw it away."

 But Dave snatched it out of his hand.

As Dave read over the letter, his eyes went wide, and his face white. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I knew this day would come Ron." He looked Ron straight in the eyes.

"What day? What are you talking about?" Ron was puzzled, but Dave took another deep breath and continued.

"Ron, I think its time I told you how your parents died…"

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 Author's Note: Woo! I wrote another chapter. I'll write the next chapter tomorrow night and might upload it then as well. If not, it will be up on Thursday.