The signs Ronbledore has left behind for those who know how to look are not merely in the works of Harry Potter. They are everywhere. You did not see them before you knew how to look; you could not look for them before you were taught how to see.
“Speaking of ways, pet, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract. Dumbledore is very, very old with white hair when we first meet him, but when Harry visits a fifty years younger Dumbledore in Riddle’s diary, he is described as having auburn hair. In other words, Dumbledore was once a redhead just like Ron.” – Mrs Whatsit, A Wrinkle In Time
“To attempt an understanding of Ronbledore without understanding his mortal enemies, the Time-Keepers, is to attempt seeing Truth without knowing Falsehood. It is the attempt to see the Light without knowing Darkness. It cannot be. Ron makes it very clear on several occasions that he hates the color maroon. Could it be because he will eventually be ‘marooned’ in time?’” – Princess Irulan, Dune
“In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love them…. I destroy them. The Child of Time can be neither made nor unmade, neither done nor un-done. When will you open your eyes to see? RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY is an anagram for UNCLOCKED TIME MOMENT. Ronbledore is both the product and the channel, both prophet and prophecy. Hogwarts has never existed.” – Ender, Ender’s Game
“For this is the thing the priests do not know, with their One Separate Ron and One Separate Dumbledore; that there is no such thing as a true tale. Truth has many faces and the truth is like the old road to the Ginger Singularity; it depends on your own will, and your own thoughts, whither the road will take you, and whether, at the end, you arrive at the Weasley Quickening or among the priests with their bells and their death and their distinct notion of Albus and hell and damnation…but perhaps I am unjust even to them. Even the Lady of the Mirror of Erised, who hated a priest’s robe as she would have hated a poisonous viper, and with good cause too, chid me once for speaking evil of the Separate Ron.
‘For all the Rons are one Ron,’ she said to me then, as she had said many times before, and as I have said to my own novices many times, and as every priestess who comes after me will say again, ‘and all the Dumbledores are one Dumbledore, and there is only one Time-Turner. And to every man his own truth, and the Ronbledore within.'” – Morgan le Fay, The Mists of Avalon
“Ronbledore is a part of the Time Essence – the Headmaster, the Head, Mastered.”
“Ooh,” said Susan. “I’d thought he was a man. Is he – quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a Head’s Master.”
“…Safe?” said Mr Beaver “Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s a time-traveling Ron Weasley, I tell you.” – The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe
“Now ordinary people are born forwards in Time, if you understand what I mean and nearly everything in the world goes forward too…But I unfortunately was born at the wrong end of time, and I have to live backwards from in front, while surrounded by a lot of people living forwards from behind. Some people call it having second sight. But there is one who shall come after me (by which I mean before). Who do you suppose I am? I am not the One. But a Ronbledore is coming after me, whose sandals I shall not be fit to untie.” – Merlin, The Once And Future King
“The Dúnedain held that even mortal Men, if so blessed, might look upon other times than those of their bodies’ life; and they longed ever to escape from the shadows of their exile and to see in some fashion the light that dies not. This gift was granted only to one among their number. The Son of Time, the Númenóreans named him; Lû-hên the Sindari called his name, Ron of the Bled Door was he called by the men of the Eastern Shores who trembled at his approach, which was always long in coming and was always now. He has never ended, and he is just about to begin.” – The Silmarillion
