Chapter 2: You're probably a squib, Ronald

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Imagine getting isekaid into a magical world born into an old Pureblood wizarding lineage, and somehow, you are born the only magicless kid among you're seven siblings.

The salt within Ron Weasley would have made the Dead Sea taste like fresh mineral water.

So he got stuck in a wrong body, isekaied to a live action magical world where people is as ugly and ever and somehow he also has the bad luck to be born a squib?!

Curse you Afterlife Department!, when he dies, he's going to write a formal complain to Gabriel or something, whoever the angel is in charge of Heaven Corp's HR Department and sue the hell out Afterlife Department!

It is summer of 1991, and Ron had yet to cause any form of accidental magic. He tried, okay. He tried jumped off the roof of his house, drown himself as well as eating random herbs sometimes. That didn't work, so he tried to go anime about it. Meditation, cultivation. Etc etc.

Dang it, none of it fucking works.

So now, Ron has the dreadful future prospect of a squib to look forward to. Urghh, this sucks.

To relax, Ron decide to go fishing. He took a rod and go to lake his home. No worries, okay. As ling as he doesn't get tricked by the kelpie and ride the algae riddled horse, he would be fine.

Then, Ron starts to get several fishes. Usually Ron would just put it inside a pail with some water to keep it alive and give it to Molly to kill and butcher, but Ronald McWeasley was a 39 years old soul when he got trapped into this brat body. He can prep his own fish for a lakeside roasted fish, okay.

He pierced the fish's brain and killed it, and then Ron feel somekind of energy seeps into him from the fish into him.

No. No way right?

He take another fish and kill it. Same thing.

He kill another by standing a bit farther and throw a big rock at it. He get the energy remotely too.

No way…

Motherfucker, am I the next Dark Lord or some shit?!! Why the hell he's absorbing the soul of fishes?!!

Ron tried to remember if he absorbed a soul from the rat he killed a long time ago but he couldn't quite remember. Then again, he was high as a kite on Calming Draughts. So he probably doesn't notice that he absorbed the rat's soul, if rats even had one that is.

Alright, so he can absorb the souls of everything he killed. That some magic shit right? Surely he can harness magic souls.

Welp, he's just going to steal his dad's wand and try it out.

So while Arthur is working on his car, Ron just take the wand from his toolbox. Arthur noticed this, so he chased Ron to take it back. Ron shakes the wand around and says Abracadabra.

BOOM.

The wand shoot a beam to the car and it exploded.

Arthur jaw dropped over his burning pile of car. Ron awkwardly put the wand back into Arthur's back pocket.

Hey, at least he's not a squib. He's just a souleater.

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After that, Ron was punished to take degnoming duty until he finally can go Hogwarts. Ron is now a wizard, though he will never tell anyone that he can only build up magical power by killing living things.

Jokes on Molly Weasley though, Ron can now farm his souls by killing off gnomes. He said he just putting them in a box to release them somewhere far, but in reality he's just kill the gnomes and feed it to the kelpie at the lake.

Ron still refuse to ride it. That would be stupid.

By August, Molly brought him to buy his school supplies and get him a wand. Now, because everyone thinks Ron is squib, they didn't set aside a school fund for him, figuring that he'll just work as Hogwarts' janitor like Argus Filch when he's older.

Because Ron had suddenly prove to be magical, they had to spare whatever money they have, which ain't much and buy the really really bad probably 7th hand supplies in Knockturn Alley. Molly and Arthur was tense as they go into Popeye's Used Wands Store.

Ron then tested out several wands, used wands tends to be far more picky to get a new master if they even bother. But finally at the 39th wand, something clicked.

Ronald McWeasley is now the proud owner of a well made if a bit worn wand made with yew wood with phoenix feather core. 13 and a half inches. There's a carving that spells TMR at the grip. Probably the previous owner's initials. He asked whose the previous owner was, but Popeye just said some dude called Pete or whatever pawn it off to him and never return to refund it. So eh, fuck him.

Well now that he has his school supplies, its time to go back farming souls by killing goblins, cockroaches, doxies and all sort of pests around The Burrow. Molly even berated her other boys to be more diligent at cleaning like Ron.

Yea, Molly will never know that Dark Lord Ronald McWeasley was slowly amassing power by killing off common pests. No way that sweet little Ron is the devil, am I right?