Life With The Weasley Twins
A revised edition by acauthor
EVERYTHING belongs to J.K ROWLING (except Katherine Vance and the plot, those are yours truly's)
Prologue: November 11th, 1980
Molly Weasley sat in the cluttered living room of The Burrow. A baby, just eight months old, was swaddled in blankets in her arms, and her twin sons, in their terrible twos, were sitting at the foot of her chair.
"Hush now my little Ronny." she cooed softly to the infant, who she was trying to put to sleep. "Fred, George, off to bed with you."
"No!" defied the twins in unison. Molly sighed. At least four year old Percy, seven year old Charlie, and eight year old Bill weren't being difficult. They had gone up to bed at nine o' clock, right when she had first said so. An hour later, Molly's patience was wearing thin.
As Molly looked at the clock against her wall, she was dismayed to see that Arthur was still at work. Another late night, it always made her worry a little. The darkness of these times was wearing on Molly as she raised her family.
Quite suddenly there was a knock at the Burrow's front door. Molly was startled, and rather perplexed. Who would be calling at this late hour? And then she heard Emmeline Vance call "Molly, let me in, please?"
Molly Weasley's old friend sounded terribly distressed. Molly settled baby Ron in the chair cushion and bustled off to the door, grabbing her wand as she went because on could never be too careful in times like these.
Molly undid each of 7 magic locks and bolts to the front door. Wand at the ready, she opened the door quickly.
Emmeline had tears pouring down her face. In her arms sat her two year old daughter Katherine, who was currently changing her hair from red to green, the look on her face making it quite obvious that she was attempting to cheer up her mother.
"O Merlin!" exclaimed Molly quietly as she ushered Emmeline inside. "Emmy, what's happened?"
She directed Emmeline to the sitting room and summoned two large brandies from the kitchen. Katherine meanwhile had spotted her two favorite playmates, Fred and George. Emmeline set her down with them and took the brandy with shaking hands. Tears continued to streak down her face.
"Emmy, tell me, what has happened?" Molly asked, her voice managing to convey both understanding and urgency. Yet Emmeline began to cry harder than ever, collapsing onto the unoccupied couch.
"They've killed him Molly! Benjy, they killed my Benjy." she cried and then began to truly sob. Her shoulders shook badly and the brandy hit the floor, her hands unable to hold it.
Molly ran to her and pulled her into the type of hug one learns with motherhood. Yet she herself was beginning to cry. Benjy Fenwick, dead? He had always been so sweet and happy-go-lucky and full of life. It was near impossible to imagine he could really be gone.
And they'd never gotten married… Molly realized this with a shock. Benjy and Emmeline had never made it official because of what Death Eaters were known to do to married couples in the Order. Or anyone in The Order for that matter, Molly thought with a pang as she remembered her own dead brothers.
Little Katherine Vance was obviously upset. She had ceased changing her hair color and it was it's natural back. Fred and George hated to see her upset, she was already their best friend. They sat on each side of her and tickled her and poked at each other until finally she smiled at them. It was the way that the three friends would always got through life.