2.

The Chess Set.

Nearly ten years had passed since that fateful night on Hallows Eve. The Burrow at the St. Ottery catchpole looked more unhinged than ever as they had to add random rooms to the house. Peter Pettigrew was still there and anyone was yet to know that it wasn't actually a rat. Sirius Black was still in Azkaban named a traitor and there was no sign of Harry Potter being alive. But he had ridden the wizarding world of a imbecile and that was what count.

In the place the Burrow came to stand, once stood a little Tudor building with a large stone pigpen on the side. It's unknown what happened to the building, but after Arthur and Molly Weasley's marriage, the family settled in the pigpen. As the family grew over the birth of their children, the couple started building upward with add-on bits of architectural salvage they picked up wherever they could find. By the 1990s, the house was several stories high, with four or five chimneys on the roof, with all the appearance of being held up by magical means.

The Burrow could make world's best carpenters die in awe but there was no use of carpenters in this world and the house was deemed perfectly normal. It was very cluttered inside yet it gave a very welcoming glow. There were hardly any pictures on the mantelpiece as the room was filled with so many different things and flailing bodies that everything which was glass was supposedly inside the cupboards.

The clock on the wall opposite to the outer windows had only one hand and no numbers at all. Written around the edge were things like Time to make tea, Time to feed the chickens, and You're late. Books were stacked three deep on the mantelpiece, books with titles like Charm Your Own Cheese, Enchantment in Baking, and One Minute Feasts — It's Magic! And the old radio next to the sink had just announced that coming up was the Quidditch Weekly's ranking top hundred teams of this year.

The ten years had not passed quietly and gently. The Weasley children were all grown up. William Weasley or Bill was out working in Egypt with the goblins on Gringotts. Charlie Weasley had also just graduated last year and was out to Romania's Dragon sanctuary in hopes to become a Dragonologist.

The others though were still in school. Percy Weasley was starting his OWl year hence fifth. The twins; Fred and George were to start their third year and Ronald was yet to receive his letter. Ginny still had a year
to go.

"Up! "

Snore.

"UP!"

Heavy muttering.

"RONALD WEASLEY!"

And Ron fell off his bed. He quickly grabbed his wand and pointed at the ceiling yelling,"fuck off, Acromantula. Fuck off!"

And that's when he noticed that there was no Acromantula on the ceiling. He sighed in triumph only to notice that his mother was standing on his bedroom door, watching him with narrowed eyes.

"Oh...sh-Kits," Ron smiled nervously, hoping his mother hadn't caught him swearing.

In two steps, Molly Weasley had made the last of Weasley man scream in pain as she grabbed him by the ear and pulled him down with her. "Swearing at this age! Where did you even learned it? Shaming your parents like that? What if it was someone else? Huh? Some guest...! You are going to Hogwarts, Ron! Try not to be a influence on other kids! Oh what will Ginny learn from you...!"

Ron wanted to say that Ginny probably knew more than him but he was busy muttering,'Ow, ow, ow,ow, ow,' to remember it. Molly pulled him by the ear down the stairs and in front of Arthur who was very excitedly telling Fred and George a story about a magical teapot when Ron stumbled forward and into the chair next to him. Arthur stopped talking. Molly glared and Ron rubbed his ear.

"He was swearing! Again!" Molly gave a pointed look to Arthur who was looking like he didn't wanted to say anything. Fred and George laughed under the disguise of coughs while Percy muttered something about homework and left. Ron had the decency to go red in the face, out of shame, Molly assumed. Because of getting caught, Ginny knew.

"How could you!" Arthur gasped dramatically and threw a dirty look at Ron who cowered a little in his chair. "Ron! Swearing is not allowed in this house! Nor are you old enough to know these words."

"I am sorry..."

Molly finally let go of it and told Ron to go wash his face. Ron nodded and watched as his mother went away towards the stove.

"Why would you do that?" His father whispered.

"I was dreaming..."

Arthur frowned,"swearing is a bad habit, Ron. Try to control it."

Ron rolled his eyes at this and left off to brush his teeth but before he could go. His mother once again prodded,"Ron!"

He turned around irritated only to see his father pointing at Ginny who was giggling quietly.

Of course, how could he have forgotten? Ron slowly turned towards her, thrusting his hand forward, he grinned. Ginny took it and grinned back while muttering a silent 'thank you' so no one else would notice. Ron scanned the room from the corner of his eyes while muttering a silent 'welcome'.

Ron had given Ginny his old Dragon hide gloves this year. Since it was hardly cold and the gloves were torn enough that even Ron had stopped using it. For what she needed them, he would never know. They were Charlie's old quidditch gloves, passed on to Ron but Ginny had showed more interest in them than himself. Ron suspected she was just trying to make her peers jealous with the Dragon hides. His mother though hadn't let it pass it on to her the first time because they weren't ladylike enough. Their mother couldn't say anything today though, it was her birthday.

Soon after that Ron left to bath.
Every year on anyone's birthday their parents tried to buy them gifts as good as possible they could afford. Their father worked at the ministry, yes and earned a generous income but with seven of them to feed it wasn't easy for them to explore luxury. Ron didn't felt shame though.

He was proud and sure that even if they weren't that rich they were fine. At least they didn't had a stick up their arses and dung for brains like other purebloods.

Yes, they were purebloods.

Wizarding world was divided in three classes ; Purebloods- who were the richest usually and born in the most oldest of magical ancestory. Although that did not mean they had a strong magical core. (That didn't stop them from thinking so. ) Ron was a pureblood but his family and he himself were considered the biggest blood traitors if there ever were any just because they didn't mind muggleborns much.

Now, muggleborns were the odd bunch. Not because they were muggles and came from a totally opposite world (...maybe a little ) but because there was no explanation as to why they had magic. Ron hardly gave a flying f-duck!. (No swearing, weasley!) If they had magic, then they had magic. Who cares ? Ron hadn't met much muggleborns but his father had always been fascinated with everything muggle-ish and he had to say the bike in their shed which his father had retrieved on one of his raids had been funny and his mother had a muggle cousin whom he had once met. He had looked okay...But not really pleased to see them.

Perhaps because Ron had burped on his face (he had been five!). Or perhaps because he had not liked a bunch of people who could throw him out of the room in a flick of wrist.

Then there were half bloods. Ron found them the best among all. His mother in one of her moment's had once said that halfbloods were a sign that the Wizarding Britain was fairing better. That there were more and more witches and wizards who had stopped caring about the oddity and instead, focused on humanity.

Ron had countered that should have happened in the first place seeing that they were humans first and magical humans next. His mother had smiled at him in a way that had said 'oh dear, I am proud' and from then on Ron had always been appreciative of them, even if he hadn't cared much he had treated them a little too politely just for his mother.

In a family of seven, Ron hardly had anything to accomplish unless he went and finally offed you-know-who. Yes yes people said that Harry Potter- The-boy-who-lived had killed Voldemort but his father had always said there was more to it than what met the eye.

Ron finally came out of the bath and started looking for his clothes in the small space his mother had charmed into being a wardrobe. He grabbed a blue T-shirt and pulled it over his head then proceeded sliding black pants up. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the unmistakable flutter of wings and turned around to find a letter on the pillow. Ron grinned.

"Mummmmmmmm!" He screamed as he jogged down the stairs.

"Oh for the love of Merlin! What now? You haven't broken Scabbers cage again, have you? I swear I am not buying you one more–"

"I got the letter!" Ron screamed in delight. His mother squealed and hugged him.

"Oh, Ron!" Molly kissed his forehead. "You are too going this year, honey!"

George who, startled by Ron's scream, had sprayed his pumpkin juice on Fred's face spoke with a sour face. "Yes, yes ickle Ronneikins is not a squib, we are very proud–"

"And disappointed to know that we will have to endure him at school too now." Fred completed with a obscene gesture from behind his mother's back.

"Must be a burden to have dung instead of brains," Ron replied dully and turned to his mother who was now muttering about making his favorite dish for dinner.

Ron knew full well, that unlike other kids, they couldn't afford to have everything knew. Most of his books would be passed down or old and he could fit in George's old robes and uniform. He already had Charlie's old wand and Percy's old rat. Charlie had been gifted a new one by Bill for his accomplishment in the yearly Dragonologist's competition. Charlie had been in top three and thus Bill, as the older brother, had gifted him a new wand. Charlie had given his wand to Ron because simply he was starting school this year.

But he was allowed to get one thing new, his mother allowed all of them something when there letter got out and so he asked for it.

"Mum...Can I–"

His mother bustled around the kitchen with a happy face. "Oh, yes! Ron! Your gift? What would you like? Perhaps new robes or shoes or something?"

He knew full well that they hadn't enough money for that but cut a little on the current expenses such as eggs and meat and he could have a wand in a week's worth.

But well, no. Cut on bacon and eggs for a wand when he could work with a old one fine? Thank you very much. "Uh no...I want a chess set."

As he said this, he saw Ginny roll her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him. While he made a face back, his mother replied,"a chess set? Are you sure, Ron? You could have new robes...?"

"I am sure..." Ron said uncertainly. Perhaps if he could get both...But he wanted the chess set from a long time. It was the only thing he was good at and in this house you are never good at anything alone.

"Well fine then!" His mother smiled brightly. "A chess set it is."

Author's Note- I tried my best.

I am currently following Hawking's advice to write at least 2k words a day to get better but Instead it takes me a weak to write. This fanfiction is just a product of that. Of course, Ron is one of my favorite characters. He is sarcastic, blunt, funny and such a guy! He will also show you compassion at times but don't count on it once you find a chicken leg or treacle tart near him. Basically any food item. He is such a cute bugger! I wanted to write something for him and then today just came up.

I mean how different can it be from another's POV? Much, Much different. You will see.

I was thinking of writing this Fiction's Mate ; the books in Hermione's point of view. Would anyone like it?

Believe me, when I say, it won't be long. I am not going to cover what already has happened but instead focus on what hasn't been shown.

Suggestions are super welcome! Criticism is too, if I find it reasonable. A bitchy criticism is also fine, I don't mind until you have the guts to take what you give. Because I always reply back. It's not a threat honestly! I am Slytherin. Have to live up to my evil reputation, don't I?

Plagiarism warnings goes without saying.