Weasley's Bizarre Adventure: CH001

-CHAPTER 1: That Time I got ROB’d-

-UNKNOWN POV-

With a jerk I suddenly came to consciousness. My mind quickly focussed out of the haze as I realized I was in an unknown place surrounded by unknown people.

Okay, I’m on a train… I realized as my eyes were attracted towards the lakes and plain countryside. I tried to remember if i was travelling somewhere before i went to sleep but drew a big blank of nothing.

This is peculiar… I could’ve just asked the people around me where we were travelling if only to try and remember but this was where my crippling introverted nature came to the forefront and told me to shut up and not bother other people with my problems.

So I just awkwardly sat there, closing my eyes in concentration as I tried to remember why I was here while the two teens besides me chatted about “charms” and holiday homework.

Okay… What is the last thing I remember? I was going to sleep in my comfy second-hand bed after posting a chapter online for my readers…

I shook my head as my eyebrows furrowed, starting to have a headache for some inexplicable reason. No… I did something in between…

My eyes flew open as I remembered what I had done, and so things finally started making sense to me… My muse had struck and I had started a fic on Harry Potter… as-

I looked at my shaking and pale lanky hands. Grabbing a tuft full of my ginger hair I brought towards my eyes and that only confirmed it for me… I am freaking Ron Weasley!

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The rest of the train ride passed in peace as James and Hermione chatted about their summer vacation. Now normally such a thing would spark a flicker of envy in the normal Ronald’s heart- even if he would've denied it to the kingdom come. 

But well, for one I was focused on something else and for second, I wasn’t really Ron Weasley.

After that terrifying realization that I was not in my own body- Ron’s memories, emotions and personality had started pouring into my mind. And for the rest of the train ride I was akin to a vegetable as I tried, and succeeded, to comprehend the 18 years worth of lifespan of an average teenage wizard.

A sweet but stern mother who cooked delicious food… Molly.

A loving and strong father that left no stone unturned in giving us a good childhood. Arthur.

A pair of older brothers that were kind, yet were always busy… Bill and Charlie.

Another older brother who used to be kinder until he started focusing entirely too much on school. Percy.

Another pair of older brothers that always played pranks on him but still taught him how to play- and love -Quidditch… Fred and George.

And a cute younger sister that he would give his life to protect… Ginny.

A best friend that he had grown up with since they were babies. A friend that gave him no small amount of envy because of his fame and fortune. James “The Boy Who Lived” Potter.

There was a lot of envy in him… And a lot of gluttony as well. But at his core, Ron Weasley was a good person no matter what the fandom would have you believe.

And now I was him.

It was akin to an existential identity crisis- what I experienced on that train ride. But as I comprehended and experienced Ron’s memories slowly the two personalities merged into one as the lines separating us blurred and disappeared.

And honestly it wasn't like there was anything really holding me back from fully accepting this situation… My previous life was shit, I’ll admit that and I had no one who would really care that I had disappeared (or died, I don't know). Plus, I'm pretty sure that the ROB that had put me here would not want me to “cut his fun” if I tried and somehow succeeded in going back…

So for all intent and purposes this was my life. No matter how hard I had made it for me by making some big changes to canon when I wrote it.

Because this is a Wrong-Boy-Who-Lived scenario with some God-like archmages spread all over the planet. My expressions twisted into a frown, looking at my childhood friend out of the corners of my eyes.

I had no doubt that if he found out that his whole personality was all a lie and a mistake, it would break him. And despite all of Jame’s issues… The old Ron in me doesn’t want that.

Because in the end, Hermione and James were his only true friends that he had made by himself in his total 18 years of life…

-Because yeah, Hogwarts started at 17 in this universe. And I had been ROB’d at the start of the Second year.

But leaving aside that issue was the overlying threat of the big bad… Voldemort. Mr. “Flight from death” himself. And who I had made a nigh unkillable figure by giving him 13 Horcruxes and turning him into one of the few God-like wizards who can (and has) wiped cities from the map.

And now I was in the same world as him. I couldn’t help but let out a bitter chuckle.

“Fuck.” I muttered.

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Knock. Knock. The door to our cabin slid open as an older Gryffindor girl looked inside and a smile spread across her face. “Hi James!”

The boy in question nods back with a smile. “Hi Katie! How was your summer?”

She waves her hand in dismissal. “Oh it was just so boring this year! Since we went to the Alps last year my parents decided to stay home this time. Though we did go to a theme park in the Muggle World… How was yours?”

James gushed. “Oh! We went to Romania to see some of the dragons-”

“Ahem!” Hermione pointedly looked at the two of them in irritation. “You guys can do your flirting another time-” cue blushing. “-Katie you were saying something?”

Katie laughs embarrassedly, scratching her cheek as she continues. “Oh yeah! We’re going to arrive at Hogwarts in half an hour. I would suggest dressing up in your uniforms!”

“Thanks Katie.” Hermione nods then closes up the heavy tome she was reading. The Magics Of Herbology.

James smiles a roguish smile at the older girl and winks. “See you at the practice Katie!”

Katie ducks her head and blushes. “See you too!” Then she quickly runs away embarrassedly.

I couldn't help but let out a chuckle seeing that by-play. And James pumps a fist in the air, shouting out with a laugh. “Another victory for the Boy Who Lived! Hahaha!”

Hermione’s one eyebrow quirks up in the perfect ‘I’m disappointed in you’ look but the laughter in her eyes give it away as she quips. “If you lead on too many women at the same time then it won’t be too soon before they start calling you ‘The Boy Killed By Horde Of Enraged Fangirls’.”

James pouted like a child. “That’s mean Hermione!” 

-That was the tipping point and I could no longer contain my laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” I pointed at him, wiping tears from my eyes. “I’m never letting you live that down-” Cue my impression of Hermione. “-Mr. Boy Killed By A Horde Of Enraged Fangirls.”

Seeing me break out in laughter both of them also couldn't help but let out their own chuckles at that.

And for some inexplicable reason, I felt a hundred times lighter after that, as if a huge burden had been lifted off of my shoulders.

“We should be getting ready guys.” Hermione reminded us, both of her hands on her hips. 

“Let me bring the trunk down, I've been practicing this spell all summer vacation.” James says as he nods and gets up, taking out his wand and swirling it towards a trunk on top. “Wingardium Leviosa!” An invisible force juts out of the wand as the trunk starts levitating.

My eyes widened at seeing my first real piece of magic. It was another thing to see it in the movies but it is another thing to see something float in real life!

It only made my ambition of becoming stronger burn brighter. After all, wouldn’t my every problem be solved if I just became strong enough?

Hermione looked at him in envy. “It’s really not fair how kids from wizard households can do magic all summer and the Ministry turns a blind eye to them.”

James shrugs. “Yeah well, what can we do? According to dad, it’s impossible to know who’s the one performing magic in an area with multiple wizards, obviously the same is not true for a muggle household.”

Memories of being denied to do magic in the house came to the forefront of my mind. And I interjected. “Well, see it this way. Some wizard parents still don’t allow their children to do magic in the house. Like my Mom.”

Hermione nods reluctantly. “I know but it still doesn't make me like it.” Then she opens up her trunk and takes out her robes and uniform, putting them under her arm and sliding the door open to go change in the washroom.

“There you go, pal.” James says huffing from exerting his magic, wiping the seat off his forehead as he brings down my case.

“Thanks.” I muttered as I focused on the faded symbols on my trunk. Are these runes? But they clearly seem faded… How long has this trunk been in our family/

Probably generations if the wear and tear on it proves to be true…

Let’s get ready… Hogwarts and this years shenanigans are abound-

And that was when I saw a key note to this year’s danger just sitting there harmlessly on the side of my school books. WHY DO I HAVE THE FREAKING HORCRUX DIARY!?

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[EDITED FOR SPELLING MISTAKES]

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A/N: Well my muse struck after reading too many Wrong Boy Who Lived fics so i decided on writing this one... Despite the title I haven't yet thought of a crossover with JoJo but maybe I'll put some elements of it in...