At first, Vaughn had seriously considered becoming a professional potion Master.
Unfortunately, the industry was already packed with big names...
The conventional healing potions he started with—like 'Refreshing Potion' and "Blood Tonic"—were no match for the famous potioneers out there. Even apothecaries didn't want to stock his products, let alone sell them.
Then one day, he saw his mother washing Ginny's hair and grumbling about how it was getting thicker again, and that she'd need to buy more "Speed Smooth Hair Potion." Inspiration struck like lightning. In that moment, his future seemed to blaze into view—
What's easier than making money off women and children?
Nothing!
As it turned out, witches were women too. Their pursuit of beauty and fear of aging made them even more willing than wizards to spend money!
Even though Vaughn was only eight years old at the time and completely unknown, some witches were still willing to try the "Vaughn Beauty" line of products he developed. Now, the brand had grown into a full-blown series under his hands.
It brought him fame—and hundreds of Galleons every month.
"Vaughn, honey, are you done?" A knock at the door broke his train of thought.
He closed the system panel and, while stacking bottles into the emptied box, called back, "All done, Mom. Was that Ms. Primpanel's owl?"
The attic door opened and in walked Molly, plump and cheerful, gently stroking Vaughn's fiery red hair.
"The owl's waiting downstairs. Your father's feeding it snacks—don't worry." She took a small purse from her apron and set it on the lab table. "This is the payment the owl brought. Vaughn, keep it."
"Mom, you should take it…"
"No!" Molly said firmly, though her tone quickly softened as she pulled Vaughn into her warm embrace.
"My dear, the family can't keep relying on your money. Your dad and I said it before—whether it's you, Bill, or Charlie, what you earn is yours. Besides, you've already given more than enough."
Since Vaughn started making money and offered to contribute, this conversation has played out many times.
And each time ended the same way. At Molly's insistence, Vaughn had no choice but to accept the purse.
Whether in novels from his past life or in this one, it had to be said—while the Weasleys were poor, Arthur and Molly always upheld the truest spirit of parenthood.
With Molly's help, he packed up the box and cast a protective charm to keep the bottles safe. Vaughn then picked it up and followed her downstairs.
Arthur was at the table reading the newspaper, having already fed the owl.
"Morning, Dad!"
"Morning, Vaughn. Hurry up, the little guy's getting impatient."
"If you knew it was impatient, why didn't you go help Vaughn pack?" Molly snapped. "Arthur Weasley, what do you even do every morning except read the newspaper? Poor baby Vaughn spends days brewing potions, and you—have you ever helped once? You don't even do chores…"
Arthur ducked behind his paper.
Another day had begun—with Molly's scolding and the sound of the owl flapping its wings, struggling to lift the heavy box.
A familiar morning scene.
Vaughn went to wash up, expression calm. As he passed the enchanted mirror, it trembled slightly.
"Shut it. Don't speak," Vaughn said, brandishing his old wand at it.
The mirror instantly stilled. Only after he walked away did it mutter faintly, "Messy…"
Once he finished washing up, the rest of the family woke to Molly's voice.
A freckled boy shuffled toward the bathroom, face stiff as he saw Vaughn.
"Morning, Ron," Vaughn greeted with a smile.
"…Morning, Vaughn," Ron muttered, cheeks puffed.
"Is that polite? Call me brother!"
"You're only five minutes older…"
Vaughn's grin widened. He remembered it clearly: Ron had been ready to come out first, but Vaughn had hated the cramped space and instinctively kicked—
The standoff was broken by the arrival of a lively pair of twins, one on each side of Ron like Aurors escorting a prisoner.
"I'm still older than you, even if it's just five minutes, right George?"
"Exactly, Fred. Just like how I'm ten seconds older than you—so you call me brother."
"You've got it backward! I'm older!"
"Yeah right!"
Ron stood frozen, dizzy with frustration from their bickering.
Just then, Ginny bounded over and threw herself into Vaughn's arms. Ron seized the moment to escape into the bathroom.
"Good morning, Vaughn!"
"Morning, Ginny." Vaughn kissed her forehead.
Of all his siblings, he was closest to Ginny. By the time she was born, he'd already accepted this new life and embraced the Weasleys as his family. Plus, the two of them looked the most alike—often called the best-looking in the family.
Arthur and Molly used to joke that Ginny and Vaughn looked more like twins than Vaughn and Ron ever did.
It was a noisy morning, as always, and didn't quiet down until breakfast ended.
But unlike most days, Arthur didn't head to work right away.
Percy—who usually ran off to read—lingered by the window.
Fred and George, normally itching to pull pranks, sat still in the dining room, occasionally teasing Ron but mostly throwing glances at Vaughn.
Even Ron, who typically stormed off at the first provocation, stuck around today.
The entire family was waiting—for the Hogwarts letter.
When the sun crested the hill and shone into the Burrow, they finally heard it: the beating wings of an owl.
Molly, who had tried to appear calm all morning, leaped up and flung the window open.
Arthur set down his paper and fetched owl snacks he'd set aside.
An owl swooped into the kitchen and landed on the table. Two letters were tied to its leg. Even without untying them, the thick parchment and the wax seal—featuring a shield with lion, eagle, badger, and snake—were unmistakable.
"The Hogwarts letter! Thank Merlin!" Molly cried, eyes bright with relief. "I've been worried since yesterday—what if it didn't come?"
Arthur, who had tried to grab the letters but lost to Molly's reflexes, shrugged with false calm. "You worry too much. Of course, Vaughn's going to Hogwarts."
"I was worried about Ron! You know he's like a rock—barely any magic…"
"Mum!" Ron's red face turned even redder. He grabbed his letter, threw Vaughn's toward him, and bolted upstairs.
Vaughn caught it with a chuckle and flipped it over.
[The Burrow, Dining Room, to Mr. Vaughn Weasley]
Just then, his system panel lit up:
[Main Quest Activated]
[Main Quest 1: Join Hogwarts (Unfinished)]
[Reward: 1 Talent Point, 50 Magic Points]