A Summer Morning, Devon
A cool breeze swept across the fields outside Ottery St. Catchpole, sliding down from the hills of Weasel Knoll and stirring the dense reeds behind them until they swayed like waves upon the sea.
To the villagers, this land was nothing more than wild countryside—untamed, unremarkable.
But the wind knew better.
Hidden among the reeds stood a wizarding home.
A modest garden surrounded it, where a small pond rippled in time with the rustling grass. At its heart rose a tall, ramshackle house that looked perpetually on the verge of collapse. Only the ground floor appeared solid and sensibly constructed. The paint was old, but carefully maintained, and above the front door hung a wooden sign, its letters carved by hand:
The Burrow.
That sign told the story of a young couple who, more than twenty years ago, had poured all their hopes for warmth and happiness into this little house when they first settled down.
Life, however, had not gone according to plan.
With each new child, the house had been extended—upwards, sideways, anywhere space could be found—until it became the crooked, towering structure it was today.
The top floor of The Burrow, once occupied by a ghoul, had long since been renovated. Herb racks lined the walls, stacked high with boxes, jars, and flasks. The attic was cluttered and cramped, save for a single cleared space at its center.
There, a simple workbench stood ready.
Potion-making equipment lay neatly arranged across its surface. A cauldron bubbled over a low fire, brewing something thick and fragrant.
Standing before it was a red-haired boy, Vaughn Weasley, his expression serious as he processed the last of his ingredients, carefully monitoring the brew's temperature.
"Cloakgrass… African tree snake skin… hmm… just a pinch of fairy wings…"
He lowered the flame slightly, allowing the heat to drop before adding the final component.
"And lastly—Liquessence grass. For elasticity of the skin…"
As he murmured to himself, he watched the cauldron closely. The grass dissolved, the bubbling slowed, and the mixture transformed.
The once inky-black potion gradually turned clear and syrupy, like melted rock sugar just before it began to caramelise. A soft, sweet scent filled the attic.
"Success."
Vaughn quickly retrieved a crate of vials from the crowded shelves. With a flick of his worn wand, the potion lifted smoothly from the cauldron and poured itself neatly into the bottles.
Each was labelled in careful handwriting:
Vaughn's Beauty Potion (Anti-Wrinkle Formula)
For external use. Apply with gentle massage to reduce wrinkles and restore firm, healthy skin.
When he finished, Vaughn stretched with a satisfied groan, bones cracking faintly. He turned toward the attic window, gazing out at the sea of reeds swaying beneath the brightening sky.
It had been eleven years since he had transmigrated into this world.
From the moment he learned his surname was Weasley—discovered he had five older brothers, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George, and a twin brother named Ronald Bilius Weasley, born five minutes later after Vaughn had quite literally kicked him in the womb—
Well.
It hadn't taken a genius to realise where he was.
Harry Potter.
Eleven years had passed.
Though memories of his previous life still lingered, they were slowly beginning to fade, no matter how often he reflected on them. Vaughn shook his head, dispelling the creeping nostalgia, and focused inward.
"System."
At once, a translucent panel appeared before his eyes—visible only to him.
Host: Vaughn Weasley
Magic Scale: 370 (Average adult wizard: 500)
Talents:
Charms – 7
Dark Arts – 6
Transfiguration – 7
Potions – 10
Herbology – 6
Divination – 2
(Maximum value: 10)
Spells:
Occlumency – LV5 (MAX)
Protego – LV3 (2/8)
Expelliarmus – LV2 (2/4)
Wingardium Leviosa – LV2 (0/4)
Petrificus Totalus – LV2 (0/4)
Incendio – LV2 (1/4)
Lumos – LV2 (0/2)
…
Potions Mastered:
Euphoria Elixir, Invigoration Draught, Blood-Replenishing Potion, Hair-Smoothing Tonic, Hair-Growth Solution, Beauty Potion(Master-level; multiple variants)
Fame Points: 12
The system had awakened the day Vaughn was born.
Knowing the story of this world all too well—from both books and films—he understood just how dangerous the future could be. Giving up at birth had never been an option. The system had given him something invaluable: the means to survive.
His gaze lingered on one line.
Potions – 10.
No matter how many times he saw it, the fully maxed stat filled him with quiet satisfaction.
All his other talents were innate, assigned at birth. But Potions had come from the system's starter gift pack—alongside fully mastered Occlumency and one randomly maxed discipline.
Over the years, Vaughn had come to understand the system's rules.
There were no missions.
No shop.
No lotteries.
Instead, it operated on a single principle: based on Vaughn's fame within the wizarding world, he received Fame Points each month.
These points could be used to level up spells. The numbers in brackets showed how many points were required for the next level—the more difficult the spell, the higher the cost.
Of course, spells could still be improved through practice alone—but that demanded immense talent and effort.
Vaughn considered himself lucky.
Potions was deep, complex, and endlessly versatile—but its barrier to entry was low. With ingredients, a recipe, and a cauldron, any wizard could brew. Some potions didn't even require a wand.
For a young boy not yet allowed one, there was no better discipline.
And Vaughn had always been careful.
Both his transmigrated soul and the existence of the system were secrets he guarded closely. As a child, he never showed off or acted strangely. Only at four did he begin crafting a "child prodigy" image—excelling in reading, writing, and drawing, effortlessly outshining Ron.
By seven, that image expanded into Potions.
From awkwardly pestering Bill and Charlie for help to refining formulas on his own, four years had passed. Vaughn gradually became a name known among witches interested in cosmetic magic.
His essays and custom beauty formulas earned him nicknames like "Beauty Master" and "A Friend to Witches Everywhere."
Why beauty potions?
Simple.
They built fame quickly.
And they sold extremely well.
(End of Chapter 1)
PS :
The Burrow – The Weasley family home, magically extended over the years as the family grew.
Vaughn Weasley – Original character; twin of Ron Weasley, transmigrated soul with a magical system.