Too much like the book? Not enough like the book? It's fanfiction. And a rather odd AU. There is a harder time "keeping character" when one believes that one character was heavily influenced on their environment. So, yes. The characters are different. One drop of water in the pond causes ripples throughout. Drop it elsewhere and the pattern changes.

Well, enough of that. On with the story.

"This is ridiculous," Ron moaned reading over their history books, "We could write about muggle fairy tales and they would be more historically accurate than Binns. Oh yes, seven little dwarfs saved a muggle maiden from her wicked witch step-mother only for her to be poisoned by an apple to which a kiss will wake her!"

"Ron!" Hermione reprimanded, "History is very important. You will not write rubbish!"

" Yes mom," Ron said dropping his head in a comical fashion. Harry smiled at his two companions. Ron inwardly smiled as well. He hadn't interacted with others his age like this before. Studying, goofing, just being kids. Mind you most don't fight trolls but what can you do about it? It was hard to believe that only a month ago they weren't friends at all.

"Hello all!"

"Scrawny, Hermione and Ickle Ronniekins!"

It wasn't hard to guess who had made an appearance. The famed red haired devil twins of Gryffindor.

"George, Fred," Ron stated, acknowledging the twin tricksters. Hermione and Harry looked at each other knowingly. It was quick knowledge to both of them that he would reverse the names to give them a sense of separation rather than Fred and George. It was easier for Ron to deal with them thinking that they were two separates and not one whole. The twins didn't like it so much.

"No, no, no-"

"-Ickle Ronniekins-"

"-it's Gred-"

"-and Forge!"

"It's Dumb, and Dumber," Ron muttered under his breath. Hermione gave him a reprimanding glare, in which he dropped his head like a child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Now Harry, Hermione, mind if we borrow baby freckles here for a moment? We need to ask him something about the muggle world for our homework."

"Excuse me?!" Ron shrieked indignantly. He tried to continue but was interrupted by the smartest witch in their grade.

"Certainly," she said in a sickly sweet voice. Ron blinked owlishly at her as he was dragged off by the red headed devils. Harry arched a brow at Hermione.

"Why didn't they ask us? We were all raised by muggles?"

"I don't know Harry. But they really do seem to like Ron. And who are we to stop him from making friends?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders as they went back to their homework.

Meanwhile, trailing dangerously close to the third floor corridor, the twin Weasleys were dragging a very unwilling victim to a hidden alcove. Ron squirmed in the twins' superior grip. To say this had happened to Ron before would be redundant. Older boys dragged him around places. Whether to beat him up like school yard bullies, convince him to steal, escape a date with an ugly girl, getting passed the buck (blame)...

He felt pressure on his shoulders and was forced to sit on a bench. Each twin took a side, firmly keeping him in place.

"What do you want?" Ron finally grumbled out looking at one of the twins. His grin reminded him of a cat who just ate a canary.

"Well-"

"-we are taking muggle studies this year-"

"-and we heard there was extra credit-"

"-if we got a document filled out by a muggleborn."

Ron furrowed his brows.

"Document?"

"This one here," George(?) smiled handing over a stack of papers. Ron gazed over the shockingly familiar document.

"Adoption forms," he gasped breathlessly. Oh how he loathed the papers. Nothing but false promises and shattered hope. How many times had he fallen for an older child that had said their parent was wanting to adopt him? How many times had he held his hopes high? How many times had he been laughed at?

"Now if you could just-"

"Sign the dotted- what are you doing?!" one twin yelled as Ron ripped the documents. Shreds of paper fell to the floor. He stood quickly, facing the twins. His face flaming red. His nostrils flared, and his eyes were narrowed.

"You think this is funny?" he asked in a deathly hollow voice, "You think this is a joke?!" he roared, "You think I don't know what this is?! How many times I've seen others sign these documents? You think I'm... I'm stupid?! Well very funny. I'm not falling for this," Ron began stomping off. Fred and George jumped to their feet, walking quickly to catch up to Ron.

In a fit he ran ahead, passing a rather confused half giant named Hagrid. Tears began to burn his eyes as he tried running faster. He grabbed a doorknob and yanked the door open, throwing himself inside shortly before the twins passed. Ron sighed as he heard the boys run past. As he heard the last of their yells, he felt hot, wet breath pour down his neck. His body shivered as he turned to see what was behind him.

His eyes widened and his body froze. His voice lost to him upon seeing three gargantuan heads snarling menacingly at him. Six golden eyes bore into his soul, more so threatening than any story he had heard growing up about hauntings and monsters. The heads grew closer as his heart raced in his chest. He clenched his eyes shut not wishing to see his demise when something grabbed the scruff of his collar and yanked him out the newly opened door.

"What did you think were doing?!" A voice proclaimed. Ron opened his eyes to see the half giant Hagrid and the newly named Professor Weasley. His heart began to slow down as he realized he wasn't going to die today.

"Dog-Dog- had three heads," he wheezed pathetically.

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