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A/N: Well we meet again, readers. Of course, unless you can't read. Then I guess we can't meet. And I wonder why you're even here in the first place. Anyway, I actually have a reason for this A/N, and that was to tell you that this story was written by myself and another little writing minion called HellZyea. They say 'Hello' by the way, and that they may write their own little messages from time to time. That is all, carry on reading peasants, or minions which ever offends you less.

Rushing quickly down the streets Molly was hopelessly confused. She was stuck and had no-where to go. Having just given her newly born twin sons to her husband to look after, she rushed out. On this particular day Molly had a perfectly good reason for leaving her twins in her husband's care, for as Voldemort was still at large and Molly knew perfectly well that her family were Blood-traitors. Blood traitors were almost as bad as the Mudbloods these days and her house had already been kept under constant supervision. If they knew that she had given birth to not just the one child she was expecting, but two perfectly healthy twins, she would be in huge trouble. If they knew, she would never see those dear young boys again. So Molly did the only thing she thought that she could do. Molly decided to find foster parents for them, just like she had for her first three boys. But at least she had good families for Bill, Charlie and Percy. This time Molly only had one family lined up and they had told her, it was either one or none. Molly decided that she didn't want any son of hers to be in a family like that, and after a rushed conversation with Arthur, Molly also decided that she didn't want to separate her twins, unless it was completely unavoidable. So that was how she came to be rushing down Muggle London.

"Oh! Sorry!"

Came the voice from the poor girl that Molly had just run into. And Molly was so shocked and surprised by the sudden appearance of this person in front of her.

"Oh no dear, it was my fault. I was rushing and didn't look to where I was going. I didn't hurt you did I dear?"

"Oh no you didn't hurt me. I just wasn't looking where I was going." The woman said, "I guess I'd better introduce myself, I'm Rachel Harris, and you are?" Rachel said politely.

"Oh, thank goodness I didn't hurt you, dear. I'm Molly Weasley," the apologizing mother replied, shaking Rachel's hand gently.

"Well it's nice to meet you Molly," Rachel said, "what are you doing on such a day, to be doing so much rushing around?" she inquired.

"Well, Rachel, I'm looking for foster home for my twins, you see. All of the orphanages here won't accept the babies, and nobody else seems to want them," Molly lied, not wanting this woman to know realreason she was looking for a foster home.

"Oh! That's amazing! Twins are such beautiful creatures!" Rachel sighed. "I could take one in, if you needed me to. I know I just met you but this is exactly the kind of opportunity I've been looking for!" she said enthusiastically.

"Really?" Molly said a hopeful tone in her voice. Then she remembered that she didn't want to separate them; but desperate times call for desperate measures. "Oh, thank you, Rachel! I know that you'll be a wonderful mother. Erm, when would you like to me to bring him to you, dear?" She asked,

"That would be lovely! Will he already have a name? Do you want him to know that he had a twin? I need more information, but I would love to have him as my own!" Rachel exclaimed excitedly and to Molly she looked like she would be a good parent for her George.

"George is the baby's name. I think it would be better to have him not know he had a twin, but maybe when they're older..." Molly replied, a sparkle appearing in her eye. Rachel was perfect; she could feel it in her bones.

"Okay, I think that I can do that. Do you want him to know that I'm not his mother? Do you want to visit him? Are there any strange things that I need to be aware of?" Rachel fired off questions.

Molly laughed at Rachel's flurry of questions. "Rachel, if you want to be his mother, let him know that you are his only mother. I think it best if I don't see him, my dear. And, oh, little George is nothing but a sweetheart with bright orange hair, nothing is odd about him, I assure you." Except for the fact that he comes from a family of wizards, the mother added to herself.

"Oh, okay. That should be enough... So you want him to take my last name or stay with yours?" she asked another question.

"Let him have your last name," Molly said simply. "If you're his mother he should have your last name as well, dear."

"Okay then. I live at number 25, just down the street here. I'll be waiting for you and George there. I'm going to go set up my house for a child." she grinned at Molly and walked briskly to her house down the street

Thank you, Merlin, for sending me this woman.Molly thought to herself as she walked back to the Burrow. All she needed now was to find a home for little Fred. But how? Molly ran through all of the wizarding families who might be looking for a child at the moment. The Smithes? No, they had three kids already. The Robins? No, again, they aren't fit for handling a child. Aha! Molly got the right family. The Littletons: they were a new couple who lived not too far from the Burrow; they had no children, but would probably want one.

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Arthur looked up from where he was looking at the Muggle invention called a 'Mica-roe-waving' and saw Molly walking towards the twins who were sleeping next to each other. "Ah, there you are Molly-wobbles, did you find any families that were willing to take them both?" he asked her quietly so as to not wake the twins.

"Oh, Arthur, I met the loveliest Muggle-woman I ever did meet. She's agreed to take George. And I've thought of the most brilliant couple who can take small Fred. You know the family who just moved down the street? They'll be perfect. One child goes to a Muggle family, the other to a wizarding one," Molly explained dreamily, a far off look in her bright brown eyes.

Arthur looked concerned as he answered, "But Mols, we decided that we didn't want our twins separated." he said worriedly.

"It's better if they don't know each other, Arthur," Molly replied sadly. "That way they won't know they're actually brothers, and neither will the Death-eaters, or the Pure-bloods."

Arthur looked like he was going to argue, but was settled by the warning glance that Molly had sent him and he sighed. "If this is what you want, I'll stick by you. So, who are the lucky families that will be getting our boys?" he asked, once again quietly when he realised that his voice had been rising.

Molly sighed and looked like she was trying to remember something. "The Muggle woman's family were called the Harris's, and the wizarding couple are Mr and Mrs Littleton." She said once she had figured it out.

Arthur furrowed his brow and wondered where he had heard the name 'Littleton' before. He dismissed it as a paranoid parental thing. "Have you actually contacted the Littleton's? I somehow doubt it after the conversation we had this morning about not separating the two. I think you should ask them before we get anything settled." he said, giving Molly a look so that she knew that he wanted her do have it done sooner rather than later.

"Yes, of course, dear. I'll send an owl straight away," Molly said, racing over to Errol, the Weasley's owl, and quickly wrote a note to the Littletons before binding it to Errol's leg. She opened a window and Errol flew out into the sky and down the street.

Arthur nodded and went to watch the twins sleep; there wouldn't be many more chances for him to do that anymore.

Molly looked over at him and saw tears gathering in his eyes as he watched George and Fred sleep peacefully. She started to have tears run down her cheeks as well, but dashed them away with the back of her hand. Molly walked over to Arthur and sat down with him, hugging him tight while resting her head on his shoulder. "They'll be fine Arthur. I know they'll be."

Arthur placed his hand on her face. "Of course it will, Molly. I just wish we had more time." he said his voice taking on a shaky quality.

"I do too, love. Believe me, I do," Molly replied. Just then Errol flew back in through the window carrying a reply from the Littletons. Molly looked at her husband with concern and walked over to where their owl had landed. Carefully taking the note from its leg, she read it, her face growing brighter every sentence. "They've agreed!" she cried happily. "They've agreed to have Fred!"

Arthur smiled happily and stood up to hug Molly tightly. "That's wonderful news Molly! This is been a learning experience for the both of us. I just wish that they would know all about us, but they won't. Even though I wish that it was different." He said leaving the embrace of Molly and picking up a twin. "I love you," he said to the child in his arms.

Arthur saw Molly look at him and he saw her smile. Arthur loved the twins so much, and it was heart-wrenching for them to give the twins away to different families, but both Molly and Arthur knew it was for the better cause. This way the Pure bloods wouldn't know about the twins; it would work like it had for Bill, Charlie and Percy. Molly picked up the other twin, Fred, and hugged him close. "You and your brother will be missed, my sweet child. But we'll always remember you..."

Arthur nodded in agreement, "We'll miss you, little-ones. I hope you will be able to return to us some day." he said as he made his way over to Molly and Fred, carrying George. They stood there for a while basking in what could be the last family moment that they could ever have together.