1986, sometime in March, Ron POV
To be honest, I hadn't even considered the possibility of reincarnation. Between the obvious scientific impossibility and having absolutely no time at all to pursue fantastical ideas, it wasn't important. If not for my current situation, I would've continued to be completely indifferent on the subject.
Just so you know, my monologue has been intertwined with my actions, and time does not pause when I think to myself. As I've spoken, the world around me marches on with the wails of my baby sister and the hellish pursuits of my three older brothers. All the while I nibble on an enchanted wooden block that smells like melting plastic. Why someone would put that smell on a toy is beyond me, but eating helps me think.
My takeaway? I'm surrounded by morons. Someone at the level of me or you would never be caught performing in such a crude manner.
Also, when I say 'you,' I am referring to the 'me' in my thoughts. Speaking to another allows me to sort through myself without being consumed by unnecessary gabble. I also tend to make up words when convenient because I can't be bothered to review synonyms in my head for hours; a habit which I used to indulge too often.
Recently, I've decided to make the most of myself and my situation. I will now explain the exact circumstances that led me here to you. Do not worry, I plan to summarize and only include the most recent details as to not waste your time or mine. If something is relevant, it will return to be elaborated in the future.
One Saturday evening over Christmas break, I had decided to take up reading a certain famous, or infamous depending on your meaning of literature, series of books. There was no particular response for me to begin reading it. In short, I was interested.
It took me around a week to get to the end. I was a fast reader, and there wasn't much to do during the break other than lounge around. Sadly, finishing this book would be my undoing.
Start of Flashback
I gently turn a page with a contented sigh. 'Finally. People will stop being surprised when I tell them I've never read the book.' I set the cover down and begin to grow drowsy.
The radio on my dresser showed 3:59am, which meant it was actually 2:59am because I had the clock set an hour forward from daylight savings time. Changing it was unnecessary since I would instinctively correct the time on the clock in my mind whenever I checked it.
'Just go to… put the book away…'
End of Flashback
Sadly, it was then that I collapsed, dead. At least, that's how I've decided to interpret it. Then, a few days ago, I regained consciousness. Or more precisely, my cognitive functions returned to me and I became fully aware of what had happened.
I am now in the world of the book, as none other than the deuteragonist of the main trio. Ronald Billius Weasley. Commonly referred to as 'Ron.' I have both a new position in the narrative and ginger hair. Which is worse, I'm unsure.
From the moment of my arrival, the butterfly effect began. Even if I were to perform exactly as Ron would for the rest of my life, there would undoubtedly be changes. Doing such a feat would be impossible anyways.
Then again, what do I care about anyone else in this world? Although my new roommates may treat me as family, looking at them the same way is impossible. I have a family, friends, and dreams for the future. Why I am here is unknown. My intentions are obvious.
As Sun Tzu once said, opportunities multiply as they are seized. I shall learn all I can about magic and play the lovable son. However, once I get to Hogwarts, I will dominate, and eventually, this world will be mine.
I promise, my life will be interesting. Nothing can stand in my way. These people are no more than characters to me. Attachment is nothing. Everyone is a tool for me to use.
Harry Potter, rest easy. I am the new savior!
…
Honestly. Did you believe me? I'm not an egomaniac or ambitious. To be honest, I don't know what to do next. The books weren't even that good, and neither is my memory. I only read it because I was bored. I guess the deaths are sad, but people die every day.
Even in my previous life, I was pretty uninteresting. There's not much I regret. I liked being alive, and I don't particularly hate myself. My reincarnation came while I was at the prime of my life, while I was trying to improve myself, and right before I could do anything meaningful.
Really… I'm just some teenager who likes to read occasionally.
1986, sometime in July, Molly POV
For the early years, Ronald wasn't very outstanding. After raising 5 boys with very different personalities through their developmental stages, I thought I had seen it all.
But suddenly, he began to change. He would stare at things longer than normal, as if seeing something no one else could. Although his siblings frequently interacted with him, he started to distance himself. Not just from them either, but from all of us.
If I let him out of my sight, he'd disappear. Then, while frantically searching for him, he'd come walking back as if nothing ever happened. He never told us where he ran off to either.
Whenever he played with toys, he was repetitive and clumsy, like he didn't understand what he was doing. Occasionally I'd catch him staring out the window with a distressed expression.
His magic gradually stopped acting out, and soon it seemed to barely fluctuate. He never had nightmares anymore, which were common for kids his age. He never even asked for anything unless it was impossible to get it himself. Even then, he kept words to a minimum.
When I first noticed, I was worried. I thought Ron had developmental issues, or maybe had taken a fall and was concussed.
Then, one day, I saw him outside on a bench with Ginny. I couldn't help but overhear their conversation when I went over to tell them lunch was ready.
'Won, isn tuh sky pwety today?'
'I guess.'
'but yer aways loo'in at it wen we're out.'
'I was thinking.'
'aboot?'
'Ask me when you're older.'
'no faiw!'
As Ginny whined, the faintest smile graced Ron's face. Then, I realized, there was never a single thing wrong with my precious boy. He was just a bit mature for his age. I decided then that I would do my best to help him as he grows up, just as I do with the rest of my kids.
— 4 Years Until The Meeting —
This is the end of the intro! It took a long time to figure out what personality I wanted the new Ron to have. Eventually, I decided that sticking with a realistic personality, similar to my own, would be the most fun to write.
That being said, Ron will definitely do some development prior to Hogwarts. The next few chapters will still be him coming to terms with being in a new world, but overall I plan to make him suffer as much as possible. Muhahahaha.
Also, Ron's a pretty truthful guy, so most of what he narrates will be the 'correct' version, but don't go trusting him too often.
Side note, Ron won't be sorted into Griffindor. He might meet Harry, but I don't plan to have the original trio be the center of the story. If you aren't into that, get outta here!