Ron-Weasly book 1

Ron part 1.

Chapter 1 morning at the Burrow.

Burrow is another scary morning. Molly, the former Pruette, is a typical housewife. She is already raising six children. And she's due to give birth to her seventh soon. Well, maybe at least this time it will be a girl?! Her husband works for the Ministry of Magic in the department of protection of Muggles from magic. Along with his eldest son, he participates in Dumbledore's showdown and is a member of the Order of the Phoenix. The older children decided to send them to another country after the frequent murders of their families by a magician. Bill went to Egypt to work with goblins. Charlie is going to go to Romania to the dragon reserve.

Burrow 's kitchen. Molly is standing by the stove, and a tired Arthur Weasley comes into the room.

"Arthur! Arthur! Did you hear that?! They say the one who cannot be named killed the Potters."

"Yes, dear. Unfortunately, this is the case."

"Oh, Arthur. And Harry? What's wrong with him?"

"He is alive. Albus said that the one who must not be named tried to kill him and disembodied."

"But what will happen to the baby next, Arthur?"

"I don't know Molly. They'll probably give it to their relatives. It's not clear right now. Black betrayed them, and he's Harry's godfather."

"Molly clutched her chest."

"Arthur, how come?"

"I don't know Molly, but they say he killed Peter and twelve Muggles before he was arrested. They'll lock him up, so Harry will be given to his relatives. Maybe the Potters who went to America will take him away. He's their nephew.

Chapter 2 a little bit about Ron.

Almost ten years have passed since the morning the dark Lord was defeated. Burow has grown even taller since that time. It added the children's rooms upstairs. I live on the top floor. In the smallest room under the attic. A ghoul lives above me and periodically knocks on pipes and howls. And why does Mom keep him?

I have five older brothers and a younger sister. We live in poverty. Well, not exactly poor, but due to the fact that there are many of us, there is not enough money for everything new for everyone. Unfortunately, since I'm the sixth son in the family, I don't get anything new. I'm going to school this year, but everything will be the same for me. Percy gave me his little rat Scabers, because Mom, overjoyed that he had become a prefect, finally bought him an owl. And I even have a used wand. Well, at least it's okay. And all the father with his car. I put almost my entire salary into it when I bought and repaired it. Okay, the older brothers are sending us some money.

Percy asked me to keep an eye on his pet, even though I don't really need him. I wonder what kind of rat he has — the second, the third? He says that this little rat has been living with him for ten years, but somehow I don't believe it. Okay, I'm used to it by now. At least there will be someone to practice on. Our garden is neglected, but the bushes and fruit trees are still bearing fruit. Mom even waters them with some pest control potions and better fruiting. There are a lot of chickens, but we don't keep cattle. Meat from our neighboring farmers is quite cheap, as is milk. Periodically, mom takes a rooster from the neighboring farmers.

I spent most of my childhood playing chess with Aunt Muriel and other aunts. Sometimes, though, the brothers let them ride their brooms, but not so often. We live near the magical settlement of Ottery St. Catchpole, not far from the transition from the magical to the Muggle world. Luna, my sister's friend, lives nearby. So they disappear together all the time. Having read about the adventures of the guild of magicians in our part of the world, I'm looking forward to seventeen. They accept students from that age. But it's better not to tell Mom about it. She'll Be Upset. When Charlie went to work at the Dragon Reserve, there was such a scandal. And about Bil's job, Mom grumbles that it's dangerous.

With our average life span of up to 200 years, spending 20-30 years at first studying at school, and then as a guild student or intern is quite common. But my sister, having seen enough of her mother, seemed determined to get married and be a housewife. And not for anyone, but for Harry Potter, the hero of the magical world. She constantly drags around with his doll and fantasizes about what kind of children they will have. Horror. Of course, I've read all these books about you-know-who and the British Civil War, but I don't want to be so fanatical about a boy my age. But I would have made friends with him anyway, yes.

Chapter 3 Letter from school.

A typical summer day, closer to the middle of July.

I'm sitting in my room, thinking over another chess strategy. I'm also training in controlling tiny golems. Although I can't enchant them myself, I can make them execute commands, as well as activate the game program for the black set. Aunt Muriel is a complete grouch, but she loves chess. So she got me addicted to them, too. She also bought me a set. They say you want to learn how to control golems, so train on such a small thing in a safe environment.

I hear the rustle of wings. Is that Erol? Hmm, some kind of unfamiliar owl.

I untie the letter written in green ink from my paw.

"Ron Weasley. Ottery St. Catchpole. Burrow. the bedroom is under the attic."

And the Hogwarts coat of arms on the seal. Hurray! Holding out my hand with the letter up, I start dancing and yelling.

"Mom, Mom, an owl came to me from school!"

"Read it quickly, son."

I open the envelope and take out the letter sheet.

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Knight of the Order of Merlin, First class

Grand Wizard, Supreme, Enchanter, President

The International Confederation of Magicians)

Dear Mr. Weasley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been granted a place at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please read the list of necessary books and items attached to this letter.

Classes start on September 1st. We are waiting for your owl no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmaster!"

I'm going downstairs. Don't yell at the whole house. It's probably too late, though. I was heard all over the house.

"Mom, they're waiting for our owl."

"I know, honey. I'll send it now. You should write that you're taking Percy the rat as a familiar. Tomorrow we'll go to Diagon Alley."

Mom wrote a reply and sent it with Erol. And also about Percy the rat. As it turned out, this is the ball of the magic rats who really lived in our family for ten years. Although Percy didn't bind him to himself. Apparently someone's lost familiar.

Hooray, hooray. I'm finally going to school. Maybe I can even get to know Harry Potter himself? He's supposed to go to school this year, too.

Chapter 4 Shopping trip.

We gathered as usual for breakfast in the kitchen. Today we are going to Diagon Alley with the whole company.

My father was reading a newspaper called the Daily Prophet. And he grumbled at Fudge, saying that he had again passed a law infringing on the rights of Muggleborns. As much as possible, and so they usually leave our world to live in an ordinary one. Especially when they've been living for a year or two on the frontier of the Magical World. My father grumbled that someone from the pureblood families had bribed the Minister of Magic again.

I took out the letter and opened it again. I was so excited that even the fried eggs and sausages wouldn't fit in my mouth. And that didn't happen often. I've always wanted to eat. They even examined me at Mungo. They said that I have a fast metabolism. They say all poisons will come out faster. But healing potions also have a worse effect on me. That's the list of accessories.

I unfolded the second piece of paper that I hadn't noticed yesterday and started reading. The envelope also contained a ticket for the train departing from platform nine and three quarters.

"Hogwarts SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY Form

First-year students are required to:

Three simple working robes (black)." So let's buy this at a junk shop.

"One simple pointed hat (black) for every day.

One pair of protective gloves (made of dragon skin or a similar material)."— So Charlie sent this to me as a gift a year ago.

"One winter coat (black, silver clasps)." Aunt Lucrezia gave me the cloak for my last birthday.

"Please do not forget that the student's name and surname tags must be sewn on the clothes."

So Mom will sew the tags on herself. Although she teaches us how to fix clothes, sometimes it can't be repaired with spells. The magical background of the item may be disrupted.

Books

Each student is supposed to have the following books:

"The cursive book of spells and spells" (first year). Miranda Gussockle

"The History of Magic." Bathilda Bagshot

"Theory of Magic". Adalbert Waffling

Transfiguration Handbook for Beginners. Emerick Switch

"A thousand magical plants and mushrooms". Phyllida Spore

"Magical decoctions and potions". Zhig Myshyakoff

"Fantastic Beasts: Habitats". Newt Scamander

"Dark Forces: a self-defense manual."Quentin Trimble

And you'll have to buy almost everything from a junk dealer. Most of the books are designed for 5 years before the advanced course of the subject.

"You are also supposed to have: 1 magic wand,

1 boiler (tin, standard size No. 2), 1 set of glass or crystal vials, 1 telescope, 1 copper scale.

We remind you that if you do not take a rat with you, then students can take an owl, a cat or a toad with them.

WE REMIND PARENTS THAT FIRST-YEAR STUDENTS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE THEIR OWN BROOMS!!!"

"Mom, are we going to buy all this stuff?"

"No dear. You'll have to borrow books from a junk dealer. You already have a wand. Bill said it suited you. We'll take the clothes from the brothers. All that remains is to buy a telescope, a boiler, scales and ingredients."

"Mom, we're running out of volatile powder."

Percy said.

"We'll buy it at the same time."

I began to eat. Dad sat with us for a while longer and went to work in his department at the ministry. Mom grumbled that he even worked overtime on weekends. Everything is trying to nail the purebloods.

* * *

After lunch, we moved the fireplace into a leaky cauldron. It was a tiny, nondescript bar, enchanted by Muggle attention. All kinds of drunks were sitting in the hall. And the real patrons of the inn had lunch and dinner in a separate room. I looked out the window at the street. People passing by didn't look at the bar. Their gazes drifted from the large bookstore to the CD store, and they didn't seem to notice the bar between the two stores at all.

Yes, CD-ROMs. We even have an enchanted record player. Dad brought some Muggle songs once, but Mom didn't like it. She prefers to listen to the magic radio with songs by Celistina Warlock.

For me, the bar was very dark and shabby. Several elderly women were sitting in a corner and drinking wine from small glasses, one of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to an old bald bartender who looked like a frowning walnut. Tom's a real handsome guy. They say he's been around for three hundred years. We went to the backyard of the leaky cauldron.

As far as I know, the bar is located in ordinary London. And behind it is one of the passageways to the magical part of London. Of course, this is a different world, but since the passage is next to London, they used to consider it a magical part of it. Muggleborns generally don't think about it. They think we live in a Muggle world.

We stopped in front of the trash cans. Meanwhile, Mom started counting the bricks in the wall above the trash can. Apparently especially for me. I've never been to Diagon Alley before.

"The left tank, directly above it: Three up... Two to the side," she muttered. "Remember that, Ron?"

She touched the wall three times with her wand.

"Yes, Mother. Can I try it?"

I waited until the passage was closed and there was a wall behind the tanks again.

Mom stepped aside and I pulled out the wand. Then he knocked on a worn brick.

The brick I touched trembled, then twitched, and a small hole appeared in the middle of it, which quickly began to grow. A second later, there was an archway in front of us, large enough. Beyond the archway was a winding cobblestone street. The trash cans were missing.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Mom said.

"Baby Ronnie is going shopping today."

"Fred, shut up." I hissed.

We all trooped through the archway, and I looked back and saw how it immediately turned back into a blank wall.

The sun was shining brightly, reflecting in the boilers set up in front of the store closest to us. "Boilers. All sizes. Copper, bronze, tin, silver. Self-stirring and collapsible," read the sign above us.

"So, we'll buy a boiler on the way back, after all, ours is already leaking. And not made of tin, but normal," said Mom. "But first we'll go to the bank for the money."

A soft hooting could be heard from the gloomy-looking store. "The Owls Shopping Center. Common owls, barn owls, long-eared and polar owls." A few boys about my age pressed their noses against another display case, looking at the brooms displayed in it.

If only I had my own owl... no, I understand that this is an artfully made golem. She even eats like a real one, but it's more like a reified spirit. We even made special cookies for them. Dried pieces of meat and berries, although it is better not to feed them for a long time. Owls must fly to hunt. Otherwise, the spirit will wither and may even leave the master, to whom they are attached as familiars.

"Look," I heard him say, "the new Nimbus 2000 is the fastest."

The broom is really cool. But unfortunately, we definitely can't afford it. I wish I had a comet.... I like flying, but you can't fly on brooms for long. The ass gets tired.

There were shops here that sold robes, telescopes, and strange silver instruments like I'd never seen before. Even though I helped my mom make potions. I cut the ingredients more and sometimes stirred them. If the potion wasn't complicated. The storefronts all over the street were filled with barrels of bat spleens and eel eyes, swaying pyramids of spell books, bird feathers and scrolls of parchment, bottles of magic potions and globes of the moon...

"Gringotts," my mom announced when we finally stopped. We were in front of a snow-white building towering over small shops. The building seemed to overwhelm with its majestic beauty. And there was a goblin in a scarlet and gold uniform standing by the highly polished bronze doors.