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Ron Weasley is in his 6th year. He is always the insecure one, constantly aspiring to achieve the same level of fame as Harry Potter and make a name for himself. He always believes that Harry Bloody Potter gets everything he desires. How could he not? Whenever something good happens to him, people credit Harry Potter instead of him. Even his own mother seems to love Harry Bloody Potter more than him. His own family appears to understand the Boy Who Lived, not him. Now, he's furious because even Hermione Granger has started to favor Harry Bloody Potter. He thought Hermione Granger liked him, but once again, Harry Potter took away who he was supposed to be with. Now, they are off to the Christmas ball, invited by Slughorn, and he finds himself alone, wandering around Hogwarts. He doesn't know where he is, which floor he's on; he's just aimlessly walking around Hogwarts, deep in thought.

"Why does this always happen to me? Why can't I be as famous as him? He could have chosen anyone in the school, but I can't have anyone because every girl wants to be with the Boy Who Lived's best friend, not the poor red-headed Ron Weasley. Why doesn't anyone recognize me? Is it because he's the Boy Who Lived? I just wish I could be the Boy Who Lived. I have just one wish - to be as famous as him. I wish I had a device that could make me famous like him." His thoughts are interrupted by a sudden clicking sound. He looks around, opposite a massive tapestry depicting Barnabas the Barmy's foolish attempt to train trolls for the ballet.

"Who opened this Room of Requirement?"

He looks around again but sees no one. Ron Weasley decides to enter and investigate. He slowly slides open the door, and the slight creak of the door startles him. He checks the entire area once more and still sees no one. However, in the middle of the room, there is a table, and atop it lies a small device. Ron tightly clutches his wand, remembering to be cautious, as Harry always taught them to avoid touching mysterious objects that might be cursed. He's not Harry Potter; he's Ron Weasley. Still, he picks it up.

Upon closer examination, it resembles a miniature, intricately crafted crystal hourglass, only six inches tall. Its outer frame is made of shimmering, silver-like metal with ornate engravings of mystical symbols and runes that constantly shift and rearrange themselves, adding to its enigmatic aura. Instead of sand, there's a swirling, iridescent substance inside the hourglass, a mix of an unknown liquid and sparkling dust. This substance moves in an otherworldly, mesmerizing manner, forming intricate, ever-changing patterns.

"Wow," he softly says and then notices a note lying on the table. He picks it up and reads:

"In this hourglass, where secrets reside,

A choice to make, where shadows bide.

To grasp your dreams, the cost is steep,

A journey strange, in secrets keep.

To seize its power, all else must fade,

In twilight's embrace, a choice is made.

Wishes granted, in the void's embrace,

But once you go, no turning trace.

To step anew, in another's shoes,

A world transformed, by your own muse.

Whisper 'velle meum,' the key you seek,

In riddles bound, your fate's mystique."

Ron has never been good at solving riddles, but being with Hermione has given him some insight into solving them. He tries to decipher it.

"In this hourglass, where secrets reside,

A choice to make, where shadows bide."

"I think it means the hourglass symbolizes hidden knowledge or power, and I have a choice to make for something."

"To grasp your dreams, the cost is steep,

A journey strange, in secrets keep."

"You have to pay a great price to fulfill your desires, and this journey will take you to a strange place where your secrets are kept."

"To seize its power, all else must fade,

In twilight's embrace, a choice is made."

"To use the power within the hourglass, you must be willing to let go of everything else, and your choice is made at a crucial twilight moment."

"Wishes granted, in the void's embrace,

But once you go, no turning trace."

"This hourglass has the ability to fulfill wishes but warns that once you enter its realm, there's no way back."

"To step anew, in another's shoes,

A world transformed, by your own muse.

Whisper 'velle meum,' the key you seek,

In riddles bound, your fate's mystique."

Ron reads the poem three times to decipher its meaning.

"Your rebirth can occur within the hourglass, allowing you to become someone else and shape a new reality. You just have to say 'velle meum for that"

"Wow, I'm getting better at solving riddles," Ron exclaims, jumping around. But the hourglass-like object is still in his hand. He stops jumping and again examines every detail—the curves, dust, and so on. Finally, something clicks in his mind. "I have make a wish to become famous like the Boy Who Lived, and the Room provided me with an object to fulfill my wish."

Ron's mind seems to be working at full capacity after deciphering the riddle. He contemplates whether it's worth it. Could he leave his family behind to gain fame and become the Boy Who Lived? Why not? He could be powerful, he could be praised. He could have found new parents there. Here, his parents and his brothers seem to favor Harry Potter over him, and they often hinder his progress with their pranks. Hermione Granger doesn't want Ron the sidekick; she wants the Boy Who Lived. Even his own sister appears to idolize Harry Potter. Who does he have to stay here for?

He takes his wand from the desk and points it at the hourglass to whisper the spell, "velle meum."

Boom!

Ron Weasley suddenly woke up. His head was spinning in circles. His whole body seemed weakened as he inspected the surroundings. It was some kind of small house. The sound of rain and thunderstorms could be heard outside. His mind started to regain its clarity.

"Smash."

Ron saw a large man standing at the door. He couldn't see his face, as there was hair everywhere. The large man's body and face finally revealed.

"Hagrid?"

The giant man's face turned towards him. He said, "You still remember me?"

"Huh? How could I not?" Ron asked.

"Oh, Ron, not every fifteen-month-old baby remembers the person they've flown a Flying Motorcycle with," Hagrid said with a smile.

"You, sir, go back to where you're from. I don't want any of your freak business here. The boy will not go anywhere." A large voice from behind Ron said.

Ron whipped his head towards the voice and saw two people he never thought he would meet – his hideous uncle, George Peterson, and his mother's sister, Grace Prewett. What were they doing here? And why was he here? And why did he call him "boy"? He looked down and saw that he was only about 11 years old. Thinking wasn't his strong suit even before today, so he blurted out, "Oh my God, what happened to me?"

"Nothing has happened to you, boy. Just shut up," his aunt chided him sharply.

"Where are my mom and dad?" he asked.

"Shut up, boy, or I will also kill you and send you to them," his uncle pointed a large, thick, cylindrical object toward Hagrid.

"My parents are dead?"

They all stared at him as if he had grown a new head. Ron looked around. Hagrid's face seemed pained and filled with rage. His uncle and aunt looked at him strangely. When he scanned his surroundings again, he finally saw another small boy in a corner, looking equally fearful.

"You didn't tell him his parents are dead?" Hagrid's voice thundered throughout the small house. The whole house shook with the intensity of it. Ron had never seen Hagrid this angry, not even when the Ministry tried to execute Buckbeak.

"Of course, we told him. My sister and her good-for-nothing drunk husband died in a car crash," his aunt Grace said.

Ron's brain was slow to process, but now it was working faster than before. He finally understood what was happening here. Harry had told him about this event on the train. His wish had been fulfilled, but here, his parents were dead, just like Harry's. His brain sent him a stanza of a poem he had read, "To seize its power, all else must fade, in twilight's embrace, a choice is made."

He could finally understand the whole meaning now. He had to forget everything that had happened before. He was the Boy Who Lived, and he had to sacrifice the things the Boy Who Lived had sacrificed. He muttered slowly, "Your rebirth can occur within the hourglass, allowing you to become someone else and shape a new reality."

Outside of his lane of thought two peoples are arguing.

"What? So, You told him Arthur and Molly died in a car crash?" Hagrid's anger had not dissipated."Just like that?"

"Of course, we did. You think I would tell him his father and mother blew themselves up in a freak accident and darken my doorstep with him?" his aunt answered with a shrill voice.

"And you didn't tell him anything about our world? His identity? Who he is?"

"Why would we? He will infect our dear Lucy with his freakin-"

"STOP! Just STOP! I know who I am and how my parents died."

Ron was tired now. He felt bad since he had heard his parents had died. He felt slightly guilty for choosing the Boy Who Lived over his own parents. But he assured himself. They were arguing amongst themselves here in the cabin where the Boy Who Lived should meet Hagrid for the first time in his previous reality.

"What did you say, boy? You try to interrupt me just because you want me to stop?"

Ron was terrified now. He didn't know the source of the fear, but he felt terrified of that man. His brain told him to stay silent now, but he was still confused to some extent. His uncle was near him, ready to slap him, but Hagrid blasted his uncle against the wall with his umbrella.

"Don't touch Ron in front of me," he growled and pulled Ron toward him. His aunt Grace watched in fear as she ran toward unconscious George, trying to wake him up. Their son, Lucy, or whatever his name was, also tried to wake his father with his mother. The only two people left standing were Hagrid and Ron. So, Hagrid looked down at him and smiled as he said, "I seems to forget, Happy 11th Birthday, Ron Weasley."

Ron was confused at first, but it finally clicked that Harry had first been introduced to the magical world on his birthday by Hagrid. Ron could see Hagrid taking something out of his large pocket. It was a cake. Ron's body seemed to act without his control. His hands and feet were trembling slowly. He didn't know why his body was trembling, but he felt enormous gratitude welling up in his mind towards Hagrid.

"Oh, take it. I think I might have stepped on it. But cake is cake, isn't it?"

Ron just nodded at the irregular cake in his hand. Its shape was misshapen, confirming Hagrid's statement. After a moment, Hagrid added, "You are a wizard, Ron. Molly and Arthur Weasley, great people they were. They didn't blow themselves up. They were killed by a very dark wizard. I was there when Dumbledore placed you at your uncle's place. I think you might remember me from then."

Ron was speechless. He had heard praise for his father and mother in his original reality, but here, it felt more meaningful and emotional than ever. He could feel tears brimming in his eyes. Ron's guilt flared up again. Ron just nodded at Hagrid's words, unable to believe he could utter a word.

Hagrid stood up and seemed to write a letter, sending it off with a tropical bird. Ron was still lost in thoughts about his parents. He missed them now. After a moment, Hagrid said, "You can sleep in my jacket. I can sleep anywhere with my remaining clothes. We have a great day ahead. We'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, only if you want to go."

Ron nodded again. He knew that as the Boy Who Lived, he would never have money problems, so he didn't ask Hagrid about the dark wizard or anything, unlike Harry's questions. Harry had never said he slept in Hagrid's jacket. Ron understood now. If he were to tell someone about this incident, he wouldn't mention some parts of it. Ron just sat there in front of the fire made by Hagrid's umbrella. Slowly, he drifted to sleep, and his final thoughts were, "I think I have made a great mistake."

No one knows what happened to the Petersons because they were still trying to wake up unconscious George.

A/N: Sometime pellicular idea enters to mind. Hope you enjoy it. And George, Grace and Lucius are the three petersons. I don't think I will make potters be Weasley like large family. May be I could If someone ask for it. it will be AU, means AU. Initial phase is look like it resembles to Cannon. But there will be more about how Ronald can handle the boy who lived tittle. And Sorry I will not make Harry resemble to Cannon Ron. I don't like Ron character in cannon.