Hello. My name's Ronald B. Weasley. If you're reading this, then I'm dead. And I may as well tell you how I got here. It's going to be a grand epic saga, which is why I won't tell you what the B. in my name stands for.

The Weasley family is fond of keeping journals. That is, until an incident a couple of years ago where my little sister almost got her life sucked out of her by the memory of a dark lord living in the diary she was writing in. That kind of put us off the habit.

I'll skip over the particulars of my life, up until the adventure I'm currently on. It gets complicated at parts, and I don't think you'll want to hear the story of how I got my fear of spiders, any more than I'd want to tell it.

Here it is; I'm a wizard. I don't know what wizards mean to you, but to me, being a wizard means absolutely nothing except that you're born with the power to use magic.

Half of the time, this means that I can laugh in the face of Muggle science (muggles are non-magic folk). The other half, it means that muggles laugh in my face for not knowing anything about anything besides magic.

I'm the second youngest kid in my family, and the youngest boy. My oldest brother Charlie is a dragon tamer in Romania, former Head Boy, and former star Keeper of his Quidditch team (if you don't know what Quidditch is, see the last forty pages of this book for a full description, it's far too awesome for anybody not to know what it is). After him is Bill, a professional curse-breaker for Gringotts, which means he gets to go to the most exciting places in the world, survive death traps, and loot ancient temples, dressed exactly as cool as he wants. Needless to say, he is also dating one of the most beautiful women on the planet. Then there's Percy, who's a bit of a stick in the mud (to put it nicely), but is well on the way to being the next Minister For Magic. My other two brothers Fred and George are the exact opposite of Percy, and have just ditched school and left it in complete disarray for the current Headmistress (namely, a slimey old toad-bat Umbridge) and are on their way to making a killing with a joke shop. My sister Ginny is the youngest and only girl in our family, complete with the trauma of having a dark lord invade her mind through her diary, thus making sure mum and dad love her and will kill me if I let just one of her many, many, many 'courtiers' deflower her.

Mum and Dad are two of the best parents around. Mum's cooking is so good, she could own a shop on Diagon Alley (imagine Fred & George's face if mum moved nextdoor to their joke shop!) and dad's on the department for Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. He finds any muggle artifact that some wizard's enchanted illegally, and confiscates it. Of course, being the head of the department means he can toy with muggle stuff all he likes and nobody can catch him. (If whoever's reading this could not tell the Ministry of Magic, I would very much appreciate it.)

My best friends are Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger. I met Harry on the train ride to my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry. We hit off immediately. Harry Potter is the greatest pal a guy like me could ask for. He's famous and rich, but neither of us cared about that. He only got that way because the dark lord I mentioned earlier killed his parents when he was a baby, and then Harry killed him. Mostly. Anyway, I also met Hermione in our first year. She's the most powerful witch I know. She's memorized the entire Hogwarts library, and a bunch of other books. And as far as I know, she hasn't forgotten a single spell.

I bet you thought I was special because I'm a wizard. Nope. Every one of my family and friends, is a wizard or witch. I think I have a second cousin twice-removed who's a muggle, but he's an accountant, so we don't talk about him.

My greatest fear is that I'll end up like him.

I'm the second youngest in a family where everybody's distinguished in some way. My best friend's a celebrity, and my other best friend's the most powerful witch alive. Even my acquaintances, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom, both have influencial parents and bright futures.

The only things that distinguish me is my friendship with Harry, and my magnificent chess skills.

It's not that I envy them. I'm not jealous of Harry at all. But one day, I might wake up, and the only people who recognize me will be my family and Harry. He'll have his arm wrapped around the most beautiful girl imaginable, and I'll be married to – I dunno – Padma Patil. As a random, nonspecific example.

That's my deepest fear. Not spiders, not he-who-must-not-be-named, just going unrecognized. It terrifies me.

I suppose it's my own fault for being surrounded by people who outshine me, but hey, what am I going to do about it? They're my friends, and my family, and I wouldn't have them any other way. Well, maybe Percy.

Anyway, since I met Harry I've been going on adventure after adventure. I beat a giant magical chess set charmed by one of Hogwart's smartest teachers, to save the Philosopher's Stone. I've been to the Chamber of Secrets to rescue my sister (and I would have too, if Lockhart hadn't trapped me at the wrong side of the cave-in he caused). I fought off Sirius Black, the only wizard alive to escape Azkaban, breaking my leg in the line of duty. (Well, he was innocent, and the wizard who was actually guilty had been living as my pet rat for years, and I couldn't go back in time to help catch him because my leg was broken.)

Anyway, it's been a crazy life. You really had to be there.

But that's not what I'm writing in my journal for.

You see, on our latest adventure, Harry's been having dreams about this door in the department of mystery. The latest of these dreams involve Harry's godfather Sirius being tortured by he-who-must-not-be-named. So, after we escaped Hogwart's tyrannical headmistress through the timely intervention of lethal candy and bat bogeys, we grabbed some invisible horses and flew to the department of mysteries, easily infiltrating one of the most secret departments in the whole ministry.

As I said, my life is crazy.

Anyway, getting in was the easy part. It was getting out, while being chased by you-know-who's followers, the Death Eaters, that was the tricky bit. You see, as usual it was all a trap set for Harry, and soon we were running for our lives. Hermione and I got lost a bit in a room where things Hermione called 'planets' were spinning around in the air, and something she called 'uranus' hit me in the face.

You really had to be there.

I was a bit tipsy for a minute or two, and by the time I got my senses back, I was being held hostage by some of the Death Eaters. Along with everyone else. Luckily, before Harry could hand over the prophecy the Death Eaters wanted, the Order of the Pheonix came in to save us, and started a fight.

You know, I'm beginning to realize just how mental my life is when I put it into words, without any outside context.

Anyway, during the middle of the fight, I made my way towards Harry, where he and his godfather were dueling by a veil. Now this veil, it was creepy. Of course it was, it was in the department of mystery. It just sat there, all black and spooky, and Harry swore he could hear voices on the other side. I'm pretty sure Hermione warned us all to never ever ever go anywhere near that veil. Hermione is usually right. This time was no exception.

Bellatrix Lestrange, one of the more powerful Death Eaters, sent a stunning spell at Sirius. That's Harry's Godfather. Sirius fell backwards through the veil, and Harry tried to grab him and save him, and I tried to grab and save Harry.

Now, Harry has this scar, and somehow this scar makes Harry almost indestructible. So imagine my horror when Harry turned into a statue, right then and there. He began to crack, and shatter. I don't mind saying, I've never been so scared in my entire life. Not even that time where an entire enchanted forest full of giant spiders was chasing me.

Then I felt something weird. Like this strange power was channeling through him, and into me. I felt drawn to him in a way I can't explain on paper.

And then, the cracks split open and shattered. The fragments of Harry Potter shot through the veil, and I followed. I didn't have any choice in the matter, though if someone explained what happened I would have leaped through that veil no question.

See, here's what happened. Apparently, Harry's scar kept him from dying. And he shot out over a million strange worlds. As of writing this, I've only been to four. I don't really understand the whole 'different worlds' thing, but I do understand that each one has magic, and in each one the magic is so very different.

In each of the worlds, all I have to do to go to the next one is touch the next fragment of Harry's statue.

At least, I'm hoping that this is what's happening. It's only ever happened three times so far. And I'm not sure whether Harry will actually be alive if I collect every piece of his statue. It's a risk, but it's a risk I'm willing to take.

So as I'm writing this, I hope what I write will convince you that I am being apparated to different worlds every time I touch a piece of Harry. Trust me, nobody could make up what I'm about to write. And I really need to convince you that this is all real, because like I said, these worlds are dangerous, and I could die at any time.

If it's even the smallest chance of saving Harry, I have to take it. So if you're reading this, and I am dead, help me. Please. Just find the next fragment of Harry, and drag my body over to it so I can touch it. Make sure all of the pieces of him get gathered together.

I just realized that, taken out of context, that request might strike some as being pretty creepy.

Well, I already warned you that my life is crazy.

A/N: Okay. So maybe I have less impulse control than I thought. I really shouldn't be publishing another story like this. But I made a promise with myself that I'd update every Friday, and even with the whole 'moving' thing, I should have updated on Thursday. But I'm just to busy to finish the chapter I'm working on, so I decided, spur of the moment, to start a new story. On the one hand, I have a feeling this is going to be a pretty good story. On the other hand, I have six more stories that I think will be pretty good too. So, mixed blessings here. I've never done a story in first person before either, so this should be fun. Here's hoping you enjoy the story of Ron Weasley dimension-hopping. First stop; Middle Earth!