Ron Weasley was always told that he was just a late bloomer, and his magic power would come in time he didn't need to worry. But today on his eleventh birthday he didn't receive an owl with his Hogwarts acceptance letter, and he was devastated.
Ron locked himself in his room all day angry and bundling himself in blankets to hide from everything.
Molly came upstairs at the burrow, knocked on Ron's door "Ron Sweety open the door."
"No I'm not coming out Fred and George will just make fun of me, sad little Ronniekins the squib."
"They will not make fun of you, they just mess with you to lighten the mood and take your mind off of everything happening."
"Mom what's going to happen to me now?"
"I don't know Ronnie we will work together to figure this all out, but right now I think we should have your birthday dinner and celebrate that you are a year older."
"Okay mom, Thanks."
At dinner the whole Weasley family was there even Bill and Charlie.
"Ron, how are you feeling?" Aurther asked.
"A bit better thanks to mom."
"Ron, it doesn't matter if you are a wizard or a squib the whole family loves you no matter what." Charlie said.
"We do," said the whole family.
"Thanks everyone."
Ron went to bed thinking of what he could do, is there a way to get magic? The next day he decided to begin reading the old Hogwarts textbooks from his brothers. His thought was if he could learn about the magical theory maybe he could become a wizard. Ron spent the next four years studying every textbook and book of magical theory he could get his hands on trying to find some way to get magic, all he ever found was a squib was a squib and always will be.
On his fifteenth birthday Ron was jolted awake by a thunderous bang and blinding light, next thing he knew he was laying in the street at diagon alley.
Matilda Weasley on a shopping trip heard a crash and a loud groan, hurrying toward the noise she saw a young red headed man lying on the street confused.
"Are you alright young man?"
"I- I don't know, I just remember a loud noise and I woke up here."
"Here let me help you up, What's your name?" Matilda asks as she reached down to help him up.
"It's Ron Weasley ma'am, thank you who are you?"
"I am Professor Matilda Weasley, I haven't heard of any Ron in the family."
"I am a Weasley Professor, but the only Matilda I know of in the family is my great-great-great aunt. what's going on?"
"Your great-great-great aunt? I would very much like to know as well young man."
"What year is it nothing here looks familiar?"
"It is March 1st 1889."
"T-That's impossible I couldn't have possibly.."
"Couldn't have possibly have what?"
"T-traveled one hundred years into the past."
"Time magic is mysterious and dangerous, how could a child such as yourself use magic like that?"
"I- I can't use magic I'm a squib ma'am."
"A squib?"
"Yes."
An owl flew in at this moment dropping a letter right in front of Ron. He bent down and lifted the letter on the wax was a seal he knew well it was the Hogwarts seal and a letter he had dreamt of getting his whole life but had given up on getting after the last four years. Ron opened the letter inside was a Hogwarts acceptance letter.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Phineas Nigellus Black
Dear Mr. Weasley,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Matilda Weasley
Deputy Headmistress
"W-What's going on? I'm a squib."
"Well, it appears that you are no longer a squib the quill of acceptance and book of admittance have never been wrong before."
"I'm going to Hogwarts? But w-why now?"
"I don't know. Do you have somewhere you can go?"
"I-I don't. I also have no money, what do I do?"
"Hogwarts offers scholarships for students like yourself who have no means to purchase school supplies."
"But where do I stay?"
"You can stay with me after we check to see if you are really a Weasley like you say you are."
"How can I prove that I am really who I say I am?"
"We go to Gringotts and have a blood test done; it will list all of your relatives back generations."
"I guess we should go that way then."