Ron Weasley: The Boy who lived
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter, but I don't. So there.
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…
Explaining
"I think its time that I told you how your parents died…"
Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd been waiting for this moment for years, and it was finally coming true.
"Ron, your family, well and mine, were wizards and witches. Yes Ron magic is real," Dave added seeing Ron about to interrupt.
"I was your mother's second cousin and we both belonged to a great wizarding family. Your mother was a very clever witch, whilst I, on the other hand, am a squib."
"A squib?" Ron asked with a puzzled expression. "What's a squib?"
"A squib is somebody born into a magical family, without any magical powers.
I grew up seeing all those I knew around me going off to Hogwarts, that's the wizarding school you've just been accepted to, and learning spells and hexes. I was jealous.
I went to a normal muggle school-"
"Muggle?"
"Oh, non-magical people. Yes I went to a muggle school and got more and more upset with myself. Why couldn't I do magic? I felt it was unfair, and as soon as I was 18, I left the wizarding community completely and became an accountant." Dave sighed.
"Um, right," Ron said uncertainly. "But what does this have to do with my parents dying?"
"I'm coming to that. Now, your mother Molly went to Hogwarts and met your father Arthur. They got married straight out of school and were very happy. They had your brother Percy, and the twins Fred and George, then you. Oh and Ginny, your little sister, she was just a few months old when the attack happened."
Ron had brothers and a sister? Attack? Thoughts went swimming through Ron's mind, trying to take everything in he was being told. Dave began speaking again.
"Now, there was this wizard. He went bad. As bad as you can get, and he started going around killing people. He got followers who supported him and they killed muggles, muggleborns and other wizarding families. Some just for the fun of it."
"Who was this wizard?" What was his name?" Ron asked.
Dave looked Ron straight in the eyes.
"Voldemort. Although when in the wizarding world, I would advise not to say his name. Many still fear it."
Ron nodded in understanding.
"Now, around 10 years ago, on Halloween. Voldemort came to find your family. He killed your father, and then your brothers and sister before killing your mother.
He then tried to kill you, but it failed!"
"What?"
"The curse didn't work Ron. It backfired onto the Dark Lord and he disappeared. He's never been seen since. See your scar? That's how you received it."
Ron suddenly had a vision of green light, and a high cold pitched laugh. He shuddered.
"You're famous for that Ron. When you go into the wizarding world you'll find you may get stared at a lot. It may be unnerving at first, but you'll get used to it.
That's why Dumbledore sent you to live with me, in the Muggle world. He didn't want you growing up in that environment."
Ron wanted to believe everything he'd been told. In a way it did make sense. His scar. The bitter way Dave treated him being because he knew one day Ron would be able to do magic, and he'd never be able to.
But it just couldn't be real! Magic didn't exist. Did it?
Or does it? A little voice in his head replied. Remember all the strange things you've always caused to happen?
It was true. Ron had once caused his teacher's hair to turn pink when he taunted his work, and the school bully was scared to come near him after he was blown backwards when going to hit Ron.
"Look. Dumbledore wrote you a letter when it happened. He asked me to give it to you when I explained all of it to you." Dave handed Ron a faded envelope from his pocket, and turned to leave.
"I'll let you read it. I'll just go make some toast."
Tearing open the envelope and taking the letter out, Ron then began to read. The letter basically said the same thing as Dave had told him, as well as some stories of his parent's Dumbledore had added from their school days.
Ron read it several times. He still was in shock. This morning he'd been a normal eleven-year-old boy. Now he'd discovered he was a wizard, and a famous wizard at that!
Ron went to put the letter back in the envelope when he realised there was something else in it.
Carefully he pulled it out, and discovered it was a photograph. And a very strange photo at that! Instead of everything being still, the people in it were moving around, smiling and waving.
Looking at it closer, he realised he must be looking at his family. Each member had the same flaming red hair as he had. The man who was his father had a huge grin on his face and was holding a boy around one year old.
That must be me, Ron thought.
His mother was standing next to his father, also smiling, and holding a tiny baby girl, who looked no older than 3 months. Two identical boys, around 3 years old were racing around in circles, chasing each other, whilst another boy who looked about 5 years old glared at them for being so childish.
Ron realised he was crying. He was looking at his family for the first time, and he'd never get to see them alive.
He kept staring at the picture. The twins were now trying to poke Baby Ron, making his mother scold them.
"I've sent an owl."
Dave had come back and was standing over Ron.
"Want to go get your school things?"
