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Chapter 1 is finally posted! Who’s ready for some Hercules inspired fun?

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COMING SOON! I almost posted chapter 1 today but instead I finally sprung for Canva pro to get the watermarks off this mood board 🤣

Have a sneak peek for now and I’ll see y’all soon with the rest of chapter 1!

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In 19 years precisely

The planets will align ever so nicely

The time to act will be at hand

Uniting pure wizards from across the land

The Ministry of Magic will finally fall

And a single wizard will rule all

A word of caution to this tale

Should the youngest Weasley son fight, the uprising will fail

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Mum’s really outdone herself this time.

Ron looked around the back garden in awe at all the decorations his mum had thrown up around the yard, accompanied by the smell of an especially large Sunday roast. The Weasley matriarch was no stranger to hosting wonderful parties, but for her youngest son’s 18th birthday, she had gone all out.

The weather was surprisingly warm for the first day of March, which allowed them to have the party outside as opposed to everyone cramming into the house. Ron was the only one of his many siblings still living at home, and had been ever since Ginny left for Hogwarts, so it was going to be quite crowded when the whole brood turned up, as they would in just a few minutes.

It would be nice to have everyone home, even though he told his mum she didn’t have to make a fuss over his birthday. The day a wizard turns eighteen doesn’t mean much of anything, after all, since turning seventeen makes one ‘of age’ in the magical world.

But unlike the rest of his family, Ron wasn’t a wizard.

His parents had brushed off his lack of accidental magic at first. “Charlie was a late bloomer, too,” his dad had reassured him one day after the twins had pushed him a little too far, and despite what felt like an overwhelming amount of righteous anger, his magic had not kicked in to help him retaliate. “It will come for you.”

As his sixth birthday approached, he could see the concern mounting in his parents’ expressions after Ginny, almost a year and a half his junior, had managed to wandlessly summon a tray of biscuits that she was unable to reach. And by the time he turned seven, the family had been forced to face the unthinkable: Ron was a squib.

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I’m dying to know about ZTH!

ZTH is Zero to Hero, which is my loose interpretation of my favorite Disney movie Hercules, in which Ron is a squib (or is he…. 🤭)

I actually have 5 chapters fully written (out of 12 planned) but I got very very stuck on 6 which is why nothing has been posted yet. Trying to get closer to the finish line before it gets posted.

That said, I think I’ve shared a couple of snippets of chapter 1 which is Ron’s POV but it’s a back and forth, so here’s a little of Hermione’s story in ch 2. Enjoy, and thanks for asking!

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The sunlight pouring in through her tiny dorm window roused Hermione moments before her alarm clock had the chance. She reached to silence the annoying buzzing with ease, since the room was so small she could nearly stand in the middle and touch both walls, and decided to allow herself an extra few minutes in the warmth of her bed before she got up to tackle her long list of errands for the day.

She was no stranger to being away from home after seven years at Hogwarts, but university would be the first time she was truly on her own. More school didn’t even occur to most of her classmates, and the muggle variety was definitely not on their radars, but it had always been a goal of Hermione’s to complete both her magical and muggle education. It would be strange not knowing anyone at school, but she didn’t have a lot of close friends from Hogwarts, anyway. Perhaps a fresh start would be good for her.

Besides, she hadn’t abandoned the magical world entirely. She was starting off with a lighter course load for her first uni term so that she could carry on with the Ministry internship she had started over the summer. The Department of Mysteries was not where she had imagined herself pursuing a career, but the hours were flexible enough to work around her class schedule, and the work was fascinating, if a bit dark at times. Her supervisor, in particular, had an almost-obsessive fascination with the afterlife and immortality, and she often found Tom studying the mysterious veil hidden deep in the Department. He had a brilliant mind, though, and his ability to push the known limits of magic was well-suited to the Experimental Research Division he oversaw.

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