Percy Stuff
Mikia

Chapter One-Freddie-poo and Georgie-weorgie

'Why is it so quiet in here?' Percy thought to himself finally taking his enormously large honker out of his latest book. Of course it was natural for him to be worried; usually the house would be filled with the ramblings of his younger siblings. Ginny searching for her bloomers, Ron yelling at Pig, and of course Fred and George teasing him to no end with the weirdest possible subjects, such as why he hasn't had a girlfriend since Penny, if he had a shrine of Mr. Crouch in his room, or he curled his hair like Lockhart etc.

' Don' worry about it Perce, their probably out on the Quidditch field,' he added smirking to himself. There was definitely a gap with the gene pool. Bill and Charlie of course turned out to be successful after graduating, being Head Boys and Prefects. It seemed to end after him, being so intelligent as a child, like his older brothers.

'Then I became a big brother.' His eye twitched a little remembering the day his parents brought Fred and George from the hospital.

*MEMORIES!!!!* (starts to make The Twilight Zone sound)

'Children, we want to show you something!' Arthur Weasley shouted almost too happily as the sound of the front door closed.

First came the eldest, Bill and Charlie obviously arguing about something related to Quidditch and money. Their father beamed at them happily as they approached him ending their conversation.

"Good, good, very good, now where's Percy?"

A toddler approached, his hair flaming like fire and curly like the head of a hobbit, gigantic bug-eyed glasses daring to fall off his skinny nose, and his arm caring the Big Book of Linguistic Patterns and Analysis *I don't know I was being stupid*. He looked up to his father, his chin high nose in the air, and ten seconds away from tripping over his shoelaces.

"I am here, father," the toddler replied, his voice sounding like it's been plugged for ages.

Bill and Charlie however couldn't resist the temptation of having the opportunity to mock their baby brother by shaping glasses over their eyes with their fingers and repeating what he said, to the distaste of their mother.

She stared at both of them until they realized of her presence, which they stopped-entirely quickly-and turned to her husband to continue.

"Good, very good. Now, you were all probably expecting a baby brother or sister, I supposed, but what we have here might surprise you."

"Mum gave birth to a house-elf!" Charlie screamed earning a flick on the head from his mother.

"Good one Charlie-I mean-of course not son, you have such an imagination. Well, you have brothers, not one brother, but two. In other words, your mum had twins."

"What?!" Bill yelled his hair spazzing in response as well.

"Twins, you unintelli - unintellib- stupid person," Percy replied. "It's when two babies are formed in the same womb from the result of two-"

"Hahahaha, smart lad, that's enough now Percy," Arthur flustered quickly quieting his slightly over-informed son with the hand over the mouth method. Percy quickly went cross-eyed over the fact he just been interrupted and glared at his father. Arthur quickly took note of this and removed his hand.

"Well, c'mon now, we want to show you your new brothers," he finished stepping out of the way for them to see the living room couch where two blanketed infested bald babies were, moving their legs and arms once or twice. Percy looked up at his father, who was illuminated with pure joy.

Percy took another glance at the two mounds of flesh and returned his gaze to his father. "And?"

Arthur let out a laugh and patted Percy on the head. "C'mon now son, don't you want a closer look?"

Percy answered his question with one of those You-have-to-be-joking- me looks which earned him another pat on the head.

"Don't be afraid son; now just take a closer look."

Percy sighed in surrender and took a step towards his new baby brothers. One had the label of F on his blanket, and the other possessed the letter G. Percy stared at them obviously bored because they obviously didn't do anything except make small squeaky noises and move once in awhile.

"That one is Fred, and that's George, you're a big brother now Percy. You have a lot of responsibility on you now." Arthur replied patting his son gently on the back. Percy took this into thinking. 'I don't get much responsibility around this house. I'm always bored having to dodge my other brother's tricks, and all mum does is praise me. It'll do me good to have something to do.' His thought finished and he made up his mind. Carefully, oh so carefully, he bent over to look at each one. Of course they looked the same, smelled the same, and were starting to get boring all over again.

'Well at least their not loud and screaming. They're not that bad,' he thought as he bent closer. For the first time in Percy's life he thought to quickly. A moment after he increased the gaze on his baby brothers did he realize one of them had a grasp on his nose. It was Fred.

"Umm, hehe, now Freb, let gob ob by nose," Percy replied trying to hide his annoyance in front of his parents. George, ever so close to his right ear, was looking horrified at the sound of Percy's new high-pitched, ever more so nasal-congested voice, that the poor baby started to scream at the top of his lungs, which in result, startled his twin who was finding great interest with staring at Percy straight in the eye. Fred screaming in his ear and face, George screaming in his ear and face, this was quite an experience. Bill and Charlie of course were roaring with laughter which startled the twins even to a more extent that tears started streaming down their faces.

Molly, with her super mother baby-crying sensory quickly scooped up each twin in one arm each and started to rock each one. Percy, finally released of his nose which was ever so red, had his ears ringing very loudly, so loudly he didn't hear his father ask if he was alright.

Oh yes, being a big brother was going to be delightful.

*FINISHED!!!!* (I know I'm being stupid)

Percy returned from his very troubling flash back starting to hear the roaring of his brothers when they were children once again in his memory made chills go up his spine. He quietly returned to his book of 'Upgraded Advanced Dictionary of Linguistic Patterns and Analysis' *please don't ask* and tried to block out any more memories. But once something is started, it must be finished. He would remember later, but right now, his worrying was doubled when he realized that two hours had passed and still not a explosion, scream, or yell from any of his siblings. Of course he wanted peace and quiet, but this was unnatural. Two whole hours without the unwanted burst in of Fred and George? No dung-ball throwing Ginny? No flustered Ron? Even Pig was missing. He was beginning to miss the noise.

For the second time he thought too quickly, a moment the thought even passed him. He heard the door slam back and a voice booming as if charmed with the Sonorus spell.

"ROBBERY!"

Author: Like OMG!! I actually have a clear mind! Yes, I know, this one was entirely stupid, but I couldn't seem to stop writing after an incident a few days ago. My mom was a big inspiration for this one. I don't own HP. That's that, but my mom gave me the idea, and Thalia Poet *my best friend* did a lot as well, just haven't told her why. I'll explain in the next chapter why my mom was an inspiration. As well as Thalia. PLEASE REVIEW!! Also, my Italics aren't showing up when I post my stories up, making it extremely peachy for a uptight, sugar-high author at the moment. Also, I don't own Cats, cuz' the whole memories thing before his flashback was because of it. I think I had too many Rice Krispy Treats.