1 Weasley Family

"Ronald Bilius Weasley! Get up this instant; breakfast is going to get cold!" shouted a lady in a loud, squeaky voice, her hands on her hips, her expression a mix of exasperation and affection.

Soon, the sound of the door opening was heard, and entering was a lady of short stature, slightly chubby, wearing humble straw-brown clothes. But what would draw the most attention was undoubtedly her red, almost reddish hair.

"Just 5 more minutes, mom..." murmured a boy with a certain resemblance to the lady, his face still buried in the pillow, his hand reaching out lazily.

"By Merlin, it's a struggle every day to wake this boy up," murmured she as she pulled back the blanket, her fingers tugging at the fabric with a mix of frustration and tenderness.

The unaffected boy continued to sleep.

After much unsuccessful insistence, "I give up! It's all your father's fault; this laziness is on his family's side," said the lady as she left the room grumbling, her hands waving in exasperation.

[After some time]

"*Yawn* I haven't had such a relaxing sleep in a long time," he said as he got out of bed and stretched, his arms extending above his head with a satisfied sigh.

Walking to the bathroom to wash his face, he couldn't help but admire his reflection in the mirror, his fingers tracing the freckles around his nose absentmindedly.

What stared back at him was a boy, apparently 11 years old, with blue eyes, freckles around his nose, and distinctive reddish-brown hair, which clearly indicated his family heritage.

As he reached for a towel to wipe his face, he noticed that it was stained with some green substance, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance, his lips forming a thin line.

Recognizing it as another of his brothers' pranks, Fred and George.

"FRED, GEORGE, you'll pay for this!" shouted Ron with a slightly irritated tone, his fists clenched at his sides.

But he couldn't entirely blame them; it was already a tradition among them to play pranks on each other, and he rather enjoyed it.

Attempting to wash his face again, unfortunately, the paint didn't come off completely, but he didn't care too much; in two or three days, it would return to normal.

Descending the stairs, he entered the living room. The living room of the Weasley house was a cozy room, with a sofa and armchairs, featuring a large fireplace connected to the Floo Network.

A clock on the wall indicated the status of each member of the Weasley family, instead of telling the time. Instead of hands to indicate the hours, there were nine hands, one for each family member.

Moving into the kitchen, he found a large wooden table with enough space for eight chairs. An activity clock marked activities such as "tea time" or "time to feed the chickens."

They had a plethora of collectible furniture, especially Muggle ones, as his family had an affinity for Muggle artifacts, especially his father.

Around the table sat his family:

Father Arthur Weasley: Works in the Ministry of Magic, in the Control Department of Muggle Artifacts.

Mother Molly Weasley: Housewife.

Percy: The scholar, and somewhat annoying.

Fred and George: The Troublemaking Twins.

Ginny: The youngest, and the favorite (though his mother denied it even underwater, they all knew the truth).

He also had two more brothers: William Weasley, the oldest, who was working in Gringotts in Egypt, and Charlie Weasley, who was studying Dragons in Romania.

And finally, himself, Ronald Weasley, the so-called lazy one in the eyes of his family, who preferred to spend his time sleeping or having fun. But he had another secret.

He was reincarnated. Yes, crazy, right? Imagine waking up in the body of a baby, only to discover that he was in the world of Harry Potter. He wasn't a big fan of the franchise, but he had watched all the films since it was a classic. However, he wasn't an addict or a big fan.

He regretted it now; maybe if he had researched a lot, he could have done better in the future.

But none of that mattered now; he was going to live his life peacefully.

"Hey Roninho, what happened to your face?" Fred asked, holding back a laugh, his shoulders shaking with suppressed amusement.

"Yes Ron, get rid of it before you get to Hogwarts; people might mistake you for a Slytherin fanatic," said George, his lips twitching with a mischievous grin.

"Haha, you know this is going to come back, right?" Ron turned his gaze to the twins, trying to intimidate them, his eyebrows raised challengingly.

"Wow, I'm shaking with fear," said Fred and George, simulating chills, their hands clutching their chests in mock terror.

"Stop disturbing your brother; Hogwarts starts in three days. Have you prepared your things?" Molly asked, as she placed more pancakes on Ginny's plate, her hands moving gracefully as she served.

"Yes, mom," they both spoke, their voices chiming in unison.

"And Ron, we'll go to Diagon Alley later to buy your clothes and your wand."

"Really? Are you sure? I can use Bill's old robes or Charlie's old wand; you don't need to spend money," Ron said, not really caring, as he knew his family's financial situation, his hand waving dismissively.

"Don't worry, honey, your dad put in some extra hours at work, right, Honey?" said Molly as she elbowed Arthur, her eyes twinkling with affection.

"Cough... oh sure, your mother is right. Besides, a wand is a personal artifact; if you use a wand that isn't yours, it could impact your performance in the future, and that's something we don't want," confirmed Arthur while reading the newspaper, his fingers flipping the pages absentmindedly.

All the brothers had nothing to complain about. Ron, although one of the youngest, was always very mature for his age, rarely asking for anything, and everyone knew that he had an advanced intellect. So, no one wanted to jeopardize his future because of a bad wand.

And this was the Weasley family, his family. A harmonious blend of love, mischief, and understanding.