Ron Weasley: A Noble's Ascension

Tiksi, Russia. April 1991

On the outskirts of a small remote village a black carriage landed and a tall bald man got off before the carriage ride off. Tiksi was a small settlement near the Laptev Sea, it was far away from conventional society but that was Muggle Tiksi.

As Heisenberg watched the black carriage flew off, his body started to twist and turn and after a few seconds a bald boy stood in his place.

"*That was close, good thing I packed extra Aging Potions. Now let's grow back my hair before my scalp freezes.*"

-

According to the Russian Ministry his aunt lived in a small magical community on the outskirts of Tiksi. The "entrance" to the community was behind a hill behind the Muggle town.

Thanks to the carriage ride he was left on top the hill, so all he had to do was head down. Which didn't take long, but when he did he came to a very long road with y'all and grand Manors side by side.

If he didn't know better he'd think that he never left Britain, all the roads were perfectly paved and the Manors were all mostly designed in the same Victorian era style.

"*How is this a small community? I bet all those bitter Purebloods came here to get as far away from Muggles as possible. There was a little more than a thousand back there. Heck it's not even cold here, how'd they do that?*"

Making his way inside it didn't take long before an uniformed gyard approached him, Ron wasn't worried and also wanted to use this opportunity to ask for directions.

"( Stop, Who are you!?)"

"( I'm looking for this address, my aunt lives here and she's awaiting my arrival )"

Ron added that last line because he noticed the guard was readying his wand. He didn't want the idiot guard to get scared and attack him, because then he'd have to retaliate and he didn't want to escalate the situation.

What annoyed Ron was that even when he told the guard his reasoning for being there and showed him proof, the guard wanted to escort him to the guard office.

"идите со мной в службу безопасности, пока мы проверяем эту информацию"

(Come with me to the security office while we verify this information)

Hearing that, Ron felt that was a good enough reason to knock the guy out and turn him into a Pokemon.

*Sigh*

"( Fine.)"

He raised his hands up and got closer to the security guard, who did a quick Revealing Charm to see if he truly was a child.

Seeing that he wasn't using any disguising spells the guard escorted Ron down the street with both of his hands on his back.

The Security Guard Office wasn't far from the entrance, but as they were heading there, a few Wizards/Witches saw him being escorted and began to gossip between themselves.

"( Is he a criminal?)"

"( I dont know, but look at his hair what self respecting wizard colours their hair like that?)"

After hearing comments like those thrown his way the whole way to the office, Ron vowed that before he returned to Britain he'd turn the guard stupid.

"*Have fun only knowing your name asshole. As for you two, I'll remember you as well.*"

-

When they arrived at the office he was taken into an interrogation room while they "Verified" his letter. Another guard offered him a cup of water and he knew that the other guy was just a d.i.c.k, and had nothing to do with the job.

As he sat down with nothing to do and both his hands tied for almost a hour, Ron's anger was reaching it's breaking point. To past the time he began to imagine the security guard that brought him here, rolling on the ground repeatedly saying his name.

After the one hour mark the security guard came back and told him that his aunt confirmed his Identity and was allowed to leave. What surprised the guard was that contrary to how he was when he brought him in, Ron was all smiles when he left the office.

As he was exiting the office he made sure to whisper something into the guards ear. The man didn't understand since he said it in English put he could make out one word.

"покемон?"

-

Being let go, Ron headed to his aunt's house which another guard so kindly gave him the directions to. Ron kept getting curious glances, but after sending a nasty glare they'd hastily turn around.

Scaring away those annoying flies he finally reached his aunt Lucretia's home. Standing on the front steps, he looked at the ornate front door, that had a silver knocker in the shape of a twisted serpent, with no keyholes,or handles.

There was however, a doorbell deciding to push that he ring it and a low hymn was heard. After which the door slowly opened revealing a long hallway, lit with gas lamps and a large overhead chandelier.

"* So the door opens by magic? That's something I've got to get for my own home. As for the interior, It kinda looks like the Greengrass's home if they painted everything black.*"

Waiting for him right behind the door was a house elf, like most of the ones he'd seen before he wore a discarded pillowcase with three holes.

Ron found the house elves, very interesting they had so much power at their disposal yet were servants to sometimes inferior beings.

According to the short summary he read about them, some few hundred of years ago the elves came to work as servants to Wizards/Witches a like but the reason wasn't stated.

"*What did the Ancient Wizards accomplish that? To completely subjugate an entire Magical Race who's league's ahead in terms in power. How did they do it?*"

"Welcome, Mister Ron the madam waits upstairs."

The high pitch voice of the house elf snapped Ron out of his thoughts before he nodded and went upstairs.

Just like the entrance to the home, the upstairs halls were long and dimly lit with only a few candles to light the way. He continued going up until the top floor the third floor, on this floor the hall was much shorter with only four rooms along the corridor.

One of those rooms had it's door slightly opened and Ron could hear light breathing coming from inside.

"*Alright, Let's do this!*"