Ronald Weasley and the Mysterious Magical Rock

The Hogwarts Letter

(3rd Person POV)

"RON! WAKE UP!" Molly Weasley's shrill voice reverberated through the small bedroom on the fifth floor of the Burrow. Ron Weasley, who was snuggled up in bed was deeply asleep, though it was 11:30 in the morning. The sun lazily shone out from under the curtains and cast its warm glow across the room, which was a violent shade of orange. Posters of the Chudley Cannons, Ron's favourite Quidditch team covered nearly every inch of the walls and ceiling, and the little images of the players energetically zoomed around, occasionally waving to no one in particular. 

"RON! RON! WAKE UP!" Despite the fact that Mrs Weasley's voice clearly penetrated throughout the whole of the house, Ron was too deeply asleep to hear his mother's shouts and continued to snore. His pet rat Scabbers scurried around and made squeaking noises under his bed.

(Ron's POV)

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY, YOU GET UP RIGHT NOW!" I woke up with a start. Mum was glaring at me from the doorway, hands on her hips. Not a good sign.

"Alright, Mum, no need for the full name treatment! I'm up, I'm up... though I reckon I was having a perfectly good dream about Quidditch and chocolate frogs..." I called out groggily. I yawned, annoyed to be pulled out of bed. It had been a fantastic dream, and I had just been getting to the good bit.

"What's the big emergency?" I asked, blinking the remnants of sleep out of my eyes.

"Emergency? The only emergency is that you've slept half the day away! Honestly, Ron, it's just about lunchtime, and you're still in bed," Mum replied, sounding rather exasperated. 

I glanced at the wonky clock on the wall and groaned. "Blimey! I didn't realize it was so late. What's for breakfast... or lunch, I guess?" 

Mum gave me a stern look. "You'll have to settle for a late breakfast. Now, get yourself downstairs. Your father and the others are already finished."

I hurriedly dressed myself and stumbled down the narrow staircase, towards the heavenly scent of bacon and eggs drifting from the kitchen. My brothers Fred and George were still at the kitchen table, fussing over a piece of parchment with an elaborate diagram on it, probably another invention for pranks. Percy was also there, hunched over a ridiculously thick book on Wizarding Law, looking positively vulture-like. Why someone would ever spend their time reading up on Wizarding Law, of all things, was positively beyond me.

"Glad you've finally joined us, Ron," George teased, grinning mischievously as I entered the kitchen.

"Yeah, Mum was about to send out a search party," Fred added, an identical smirk forming on his face. I rolled my eyes and took my place at the table. Mum placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me, and I earnestly dug in. 

Suddenly, I heard a screeching sound and Erroll, our ancient family owl who probably should have dropped dead five years ago crashed onto the kitchen table and deposited four envelopes onto the kitchen table.

"Hogwarts letters!" George exclaimed as he and Fred eyed the envelopes, "Ron! This one's yours! Perce, yours is lumpy,  wonder why..."

My heart leaped as I grasped my letter. As part of a pure-blood wizarding family, I'd always known this day would come, but it did not diminish the excitement that came with receiving this letter. I earnestly tore apart the envelope. The letter read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

 Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE 

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards) 

Dear Mr. Weasley,