a\n: this is for a challenge by: WuHaoNi

its the, "sick" challenge.

I don't own anything but the plot.

the prompts are:::::

"Do you feel all right?" "Do I look all right?"

"If you're not back in bed by the time I count to three, I will kill you myself."

"The germs are winning!"

"No medicine for whiners."

"I am not sick."

alrighty, Arthur's in charge of Fred and George when they're sick, because Molly was TRYING ot become a healer because of their finacial problems....anyways, enjoy the story.

God bless and please review!

Six year old Fred Weasley walked simultaneously with his brother down the stairs. Both were doing their best not to fall, due to their dizziness. Arthur Weasley noticed his sons stumbling down the stairs and he smirked as he scooped each of them up in either of his arms. They stared at each other, their father, then again, themselves.

"Do you feel awwwhite!?" George asked and Fred glared at him.

"Do i wook alwwwwight!???" Arthur chuckled and stopped them from hitting each other as he set them down at the kitchen table.

"Tuck in, I'm putting dinner on the table now." they nodded, and all of them sat down for dinner....not necessarily loving it, considering it wasn't made by their mother, therefore, it wasn't made good. After dinner, everyone went right upstaies to bed, the only ones Arthur still heard laughing in their rooms, were: Fred and George. He knew his sons laughing when they were, "sick," meant no good thing.

"Boys, if your not back in bed by the time I count to three, I will kill you myself!" He heard them stop laughing and smiled to himself. He actually got the twins to stop? Wow, he thought in amazement to himself. He went about cleaning the kitchen until he heard bill screech, "The germs are winning!" He ran upstairs and burst open Fred and George's door. He saw toothpaste everywhere, and most ironically, in their mouths, and he sighed. George began crying.

"Bill said I hawwve Erms! Ewww!!!"

"You don't have germs."

"I need medsin Daddddaaaa!"

"No George, no medicine for whiners!" Immediately, his son sobered, and he took him downstairs, giving him, "medicine," (which was actually lemonade). He ushered his sons to bed and sighed in relief...he was quite proud he handled his sons perfectly fine, even with Molly gone.

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"A..AA....aaachuu!" Arthur rubbed his already red nose and walked downstairs, dizzy. His sons, (all surprisingly well today) stared at him worriedly.

"I'm not sick." he said, before they could ask, and they all went to eating breakfast.....Though, when Molly came home, she walked in to the table dirty with breakfast, and her husband sleeping on the couch. The children were upstairs.

"THE GERMS ARE WINNING!"