Ron Weasley, at the age of 8, sat on the floor of the living room playing chess with his 12 year old brother, Percy.
"Checkmate!" Ron squealed. Percy mock pouted making Ron giggle, and then leaned over a ruffled his younger brother's hair. He started tickling his brother and they rolled all over the floor giggling madly. They stopped however, when they heard a knock on the door. It couldn't be their parents, their dad was at work and mum went shopping, leaving 18 year old Bill in charge. All the Weasley boys came charging down stairs to see who was at the door. Charlie (age 16) opened the door, and found a 7 year old Ginny standing on the doorstep. Her denim overalls were muddy and ripped, and their were cuts on her small hands. She ran forward and started hugging Charlie's legs, who picked her up and clung her to his chest.
"What happened?" Bill asked worriedly. Ginny wiped her eyes furiously and said,
"I was walking around the muggle town, and these two boys came up, and they started throwing rocks at me, and one pushed me in the mud." All the boys looked furious.
"How old-"
"Were they?" Asked the (10 year old) twins. Ginny sized her brothers up.
"Percy's age." She guessed. This made the twins growl. 12 years old, picking on their sister? I think not.
"What did they look like?" Ron asked.
"One had blonde hair and was really tall, and the other was big and had brown hair." The boys all looked at Bill as if asking him permission. He nodded but said,
"Don't go too far." The 5 younger boys made for the door and Bill took Ginny. "Let's get you cleaned up." He said.
The five redheads made their way through the small town until spotting two boys who matching Ginny's description. They were throwing stones at a passing cat. The Weasley's decided to make a threatening entrance. Ron leaned causley against the wall a few meters away from them.
"Oi! You two!" He shouted over at them. They turned around and advanced on him.
"Yes?" The taller one sneered. Ron showed no fear.
"I heard you gave my sister a bit of a hard time."
"Yeah. What'cha gonna do about it? You gonna fight us?" The two laughed.
"No." He said. He pointed behind him, "But they will." The other 4 boys came around the corner. The two bullies looked terrified.
By the time the Weasley's were finished with them, both had a black eye, split lips, bleeding noses, and the brown haired one had even wet himself.
"Next time," Ron sneered, "Pick on somebody your own size. And make sure they don't have 6 older brothers."