Weasley's Bizarre Adventure: CH002

-CHAPTER 2: A Feast of Confrontations-

-RON WEASLEY POV-

Scatter. Scatter.

The carriage we were riding in wobbles slightly because of the rough path, the carriage seemingly being pulled by itself to others yet I knew it was in fact pulled by Threstrals. The magical creature that are only visible to those that have seen death.

I wonder if they have some sort of connection with the Deathly Hallows or something?

But I shook my head off of those thoughts, looking down at the clothes I was wearing right now. I grin in excitement. Honestly, this is almost a childish dream come true for me!

After all, who doesn’t want to be a wizard?

I was wearing a wizard’s robes! No matter how old and hanging on by a thread.

I had a wand! Doesn’t matter that it only gives a lukewarm feeling to me.

I had freaking magic! And it was the one thing that was absolutely mine. I could feel it pulsing within my chest, warm and unyieldingly strong.

So while things weren’t perfect, they were good enough for me! I had pretty low standards and was pretty adaptable with my living situations even in my past life. So being poor didn’t faze me, though I had plans to make bank soon after I arrive at Hogwarts.

And despite the old clothes, I cut a nice figure. Roughly six feet and an inch tall, slim with a lanky build and a handsome face (if I say so myself) with my curly ginger hair and baby blue eyes.

Though I have to start working out... These lanky arms and legs wouldn’t even be able to lift a ten-pound dumbbell say less about fighting a thousand-year old super snake.

-Yeah, I had that to worry about too. I winced.

But I shook off that thought and focused on looking out of the window trying to catch my first sight of the legendary sight that every ‘Harry Potter’ fan would pay for to experience it themselves.

It was hard not to show my immense excitement on my face but I managed- not letting it be dampened by the evil soul diary in my trunk. No Sir! I was leaving that problem for the future me to solve!

But my breath was stolen and my eyes visibly shined brighter when I set my sight on the magical castle that had come into view.

And simply put, it was magical! Shining bright like the stars in the sky, lights burning bright in its halls and rooms. Big, tall towers adorning it like a crown and reaching for the skies, a picturesque big lake beneath it and a full moon off in the distance making it look like a drawing come to life.

I could almost imagine hearing the iconic Harry Potter theme blasting off in my head when I set my sights on it. But had to pry my eyes away from it as I hear giggling coming from besides me.

Giggles! Hermione chuckles, covering her mouth yet the mirth clear in her eyes as she looks at my star struck form. She smiles as she says. “You seem as if it’s your first time seeing it, Ron!”

Hermione had bushy brown hair that bounced with her every step, big beautiful brown eyes which twinkled with mirth and intelligence, and an innocent and fair beautiful face. She had a beautiful smile that highlighted her pink lips and slightly noticeable buck teeth.

Hermione was frankly a beautiful girl- I seriously think all the wizard boys are blind fools to not see it until the fourth book. But she was also strong and extremely more knowledgeable about magic than a hundred idiots in the castle.

James was not here, preferring to take the carriage with the trio of Gryffindor Chasers, leaving me and Hermione alone as we traveled towards the castle.

I sweat dropped. Not even a day and others are already catching on?! Am I that bad of an actor!?

I nervously scratched my cheek, not meeting her eyes as I said with an awkward laugh. “Well, it’s Hogwarts! How can you not be star struck whenever you see it? Right?!”

Hermione once again chuckles, mistaking my nervousness for embarrassment, and thankfully letting the topic drop.”I guess you’re right Ron. Sigh, I can’t believe it’s already been a year since we first came here... Time passes really fast huh?”

I nodded as she curiously asks. “You were really quiet on the train ride here; I was almost beginning to think that you had a fever or something. I’m glad you’re fine now.”

I twitch but warmly smiled back. “Thanks Hermione.”

And for some strange reason she blushed, which I decided must be a trick of my mind. I wasn’t really that good-looking after all...

“So what class are you the most excited about? For me, it would have to be... Charms.” I asked curiously, my nervousness passing.

Hermione’s eyebrows shoot up. “Charms? I thought you would say Flying class or something. I’m impressed Ron!” I twitch as she shakes her head, an excited smile coming across her face. “Oh, honestly I’m excited for all the classes this year! How could I not? Defense Against Dark Arts this year is being taught by Gilderoy-“

And off she goes into her own world. I smile warmly listening to her words intently as we pass the time talking to each other as the carriage moves forward.

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“Yo bro! Had a fun time with the lady?” James wiggles his brows suggestively as he comes rushing in after we step down from the Threstral carriage.

James was of average height- but still on the shorter spectrum, roughly four inches shorter than me. But where I had basically no muscle and was lanky, he was buff and muscular. He had bright red hair of his mother and hazel brown eyes of his father, with a touch tanned skin that he had gotten from doing Quidditch practice during the summer. But his most recognizable feature would be without a doubt the scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on the top of his forehead.

Now… I honestly don’t know if Voldemort has another Horcrux living there because I had just started the story when I was ROB’d but if I had to guess? Probably not… But again I would have to make sure by trying to make him talk to a snake…

Though if this was anything like the Fanfic Tropes I had based it on then probably the scar is just the remnant of excess dark magic and not a Horcrux…

But then what he said registered in my mind and I blushed red like a tomato. “It’s nothing like that James!!”

Curse my inexperience with these things! No way Hermione would be attracted to someone like me… right? She had only gone for Ron after the 6th year when she had probably been charmed by his bravery at the end of the fifth year and the Ministry fiasco…

Yeah, no way! I internally nodded my head. I’m pretty much a coward after all…

I blush while Hermione quirks up her eyebrow not affected at all from his teasing. “Behave James Potter, or I’ll have to tell your mother all about you and Katie Bell-“

“I give! I give!” James puts his hands up in surrender. Still smiling as he walks besides me and says. “Dad was right when he said ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ after that one time he accidentally called Mom fat and she turned him into a bloody walrus!”

Both us chuckled at that, before Hermione reminds us. “Hurry up! The welcoming feast should be starting in a few minutes and I don’t want to lose House Points for being late before the year even begins!”

We nod as the three of us begin walking towards the Hall. My memories guiding my way while I observed the hallways, students and ghosts like a person in a zoo.

It was all so new! So… magical! No pun intended. In a way, I was no different from a muggle yet I also had 18 years worth of memories in my head reminding me all of this was normal.

It was weird, but my day had been pretty weird today anyway. It’s a miracle I’m able to function as it is. Soon we had reached our destination, the loud noise of the rest of the student body talking filled my ears as-

“Oh look who do we have here? Granger, Weasley and Potter.” Says a nasally ponce-like voice as we come to a stop outside the Feast Hall.

Turning around, I was greeted to the sight of a slicked-back platinum haired boy, a head shorter than me, surrounded on both sides with two burly looking boys as he sneers at me with his arms crossed and his expression fixed like he had smelled shit.

Draco Malfoy. I realized as James steps forward confrontationally.

“What do you want Malfoy?” James narrows his eyes, his tone guarded.

“Nothing less than those undeserving of being here to be kicked out but clearly the Ministry has lost a few marbles over the centuries letting dirty people into such a high establishment.” Draco waves dismissively, sneering at us with a smirk. “Though I’m surprised you got here! Wasn’t there a crazy House Elf trying to attack you at the station!?” He chuckles in disdain.

How can someone smirk yet sneer at the same time?! But then what he said registered and both I and Hermione looked at James quizzically. House Elf? Did Dobby really attack James in this universe? And why does Draco not know the name of his own House Elf?

This situation stunk fishy but I held my tongue as James signaled that he would tell us about it later.

James looked at Draco in suspicion. “Did you have something to do with that Malfoy? I had not thought that even someone like you could stoop so low enough that you would attack at me and my family.”

Malfoy looked at him with contempt and disappointment. “If I wanted you out of my way Potter I would go for a much more subtle approach rather than attacking your Head Auror of a father in broad daylight. But what can I expect from dumb Gryffindors? Not a subtle bone in their body! Hah!”

He laughs along with his clique of brutes.

James glares at the blonde boy, embarrassment clear in his eyes, as Hermione remarks mockingly. “You talk as if there’s even a subtle bone in your body, Malfoy. Don’t you remember how you screamed like a baby from fright in the Forbidden Forest last year?”

James smirked. “I’m pretty sure he pissed his pants.”

Malfoy’s nostrils flared in anger, his expression twisting as he takes a threatening step forward towards Hermione, glaring at her as he mutters for all three of us to hear. “Keep your trap shut for things you don’t understand, Mudblood.”

For a while I had just sat on the sidelines, listening to the two groups arguing at the entrance of the Hall as the rest of the student body either walked on or stopped to watch the fight.

And at that moment, I decided I just did not like this dude. Call it instinctual or anything, but even knowing a future of “what could’ve been” didn’t make my dislike of him any lesser.

Because right now, I was stuck with this idiot who might never become the humble version he would in the future.

It didn’t matter if the word itself felt very childish, but for a moment I saw Hermione’s expression twist and that pushed me to act before I could even think.

I slid in between them, my head towering over Malfoy’s as I looked down at him and gave him a hard look. “Back off Malfoy.”

He sneered, as Crabbe and Goyle stepped forwards uncertainly. “Or what Weasley?”

I looked at him, deep into his eyes, my eyes hard and stern. “Or I’ll make you.”

Malfoy twitched in a spike of fear, though it seems my intent had the opposite effect as he doubled down. His expression twisting in fury as he stepped closer, looking up and snarled. “You’ll make me?! A pathetic excuse of a wizard like you-”

And I simply pushed him away. Into the waiting hands of his goons.

“Ron-!” Hermione lets out in worry as James steps up.

“You-!”Malfoy takes but a moment to recover, and if his face could twist even more it would’ve from the amount of fury wafting off of him. He swipes out his wand from somewhere in his robes, pointing it straight at me as he shouts. “Repul-”

But I don’t give him the time to complete it. It was the first rule in the imaginary book of Ron Weasley.

Never give the enemy time to charge his attack.

Before he or his goons could react, I stepped forward, wind my right arm back and punched him straight in his face.

SMACK!

Crack!

-And the sound was of any indication then I had broken the ponce’s nose. I smirked, not paying attention to the goggling onlookers in the least bit, feeling much lighter in my chest as if a hundred of my worries had lessened even if my hand was hurting a lot right now.

I guess taking out your frustrations by beating up bullies does work.

“AAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!” Malfoy screamed as his nose gushed out blood, his wand falling to the wayside, his anger reaching new heights as he became rabid and shouts out. “I’LL KILL YOU WEASLEY!! CATCH HIM CRABBE, GOYLE!!!”

“Yes, Malfoy!” Barks out one of the two (Crabbe my memories tell me) as they threateningly approach as my eyes narrows and I hold my fists up for combat.

I didn’t know enough magic to use it in a fight, so my trusty fist would have to work until then.

“Stay back, you two! He got what was coming for him.” James glared, holding his wand up straight at them, as he stands beside me.

The two brutes looked at each other in hesitance, before being interrupted by the shrieking voice of Malfoy. “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR YOU DUMB TROLLS?! GET THEM BOTH!!!”

Maybe I shouldn’t have taken this fight… Yet a smile quirks up in my face despite that because for the first time I felt like I had no responsibilities and burden upon my shoulders.

Hesitation gives away to fear and subservience as the two nodded to each and begin to approach us, as both James and I get ready to fight for our lives-

Whiz~!

“-Incarcerous!” Hermione shouts from behind us as ropes shoot out of her pointed wand, straight at the two goons, instantly binding them in thick ropes as they try to struggle out.

Hermione walks up to us as we both goggle at her, her lips quirking up in a smile as she elbows me in the gut. “Don’t think of me as a damsel in distress Ron…” Then her cheeks darken in a blush as she looks down shyly muttering. “Though… Thank you, you looked pretty heroic you know?”

Ba-dum! My eyes widen as a blush crawls up my face and I scratch my cheeks shyly and smile at her. “You’re welcome Hermione.”

James grins mischievously, yet doesn’t say anything, just giving me a look showing how much he wishes he had popcorn to enjoy this.

“-DON’T FORGET ME YOU IDIOTS!!” Malfoy yells out from the ground, as our eyes collectively widen, turning to see him pointing him wand straight at me as it glows while he incants-

“Serpensortia-!” Yet before the spell can manifest a rumbling pressure of power erupts from the crowd watching and Malfoy loses his focus and the spell fizzles out as-

“Stop.”

A quiet yet commanding voice cuts through the thick silence and an inhuman pressure crashes into me like a tsunami as I, along with everyone in the hallway freezes.

Wh-what is this? I think as dread pools in my gut and I turn my head to look at the being that was giving off such pressure.

As if I was standing in front of death itself…

The hall falls silent and parts like the Red Sea, as a tall boy- almost as tall as me –stands there silent. His shoulders wide and his posture straight as if nothing could even affect him. The Slytherin colored Hogwarts robes billowing in the air, as magical pressure wafted off of him. His bright green eyes glowing through the round glasses he is wearing. A noticeable lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

I needed no clues as to who he was-

“Harry…” James lets out, looking at his twin with a complicated expression on his face.

The true Child of Prophecy and the true Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter.

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[EDITED FOR SPELLING MISTAKES]

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A/N: Sorry if I portrayed Draco too OOC like, but this world IS based on the tropey-fanon version and not the canon one. So be ready for Evil!Dumbledore, etc. Though, should Weasley's (mainly Molly) also be evil? It is after all one of the most used tropes...

Tell me what you guys think!