A YEAR WITH THE WEASLEY FAMILY IS (FINALLY) BACK UP! It was originally posted on the TheCrazyAuthors account I shared. I am extremely sorry for it taking this long (I was busy with school and family and a lot of different things) but now, here it is! It will go from today, May 15th, 2010, until on or after May 15th, 2011, depending on what I decide. :P I am sooo sorry to all of my readers, I really am. I hope you can forgive me!

Bill is 10, Charlie is 8, Percy is 4, Fred and George are 2, and Ron is just about two months old. Also, I do not own Harry Potter. :D

Chapter One

May 15th, 1980

Fred and George Weasley were not in good moods, not at all. The new baby was crying and screaming over nothing, and mummy was giving all her attention to him! But still he cried and screamed and cried and screamed and cried and streamed, and there was no sign of him stopping any time soon. Molly was rocking him and singing to him and holding him but still he didn't stop. It was really getting on Fred and George's nerves. Surely they hadn't screamed and cried this much when they were little!

They took their ice pops Molly had handed them outside, where it was nice and warm out and the trees were perfect for climbing in, Bill and Charlie said. Fred and George were only two; they weren't allowed to climb trees. Bill and Charlie got to do everything!

"Bill," Fred whined, licking his sticky fingers and dropping his popsicle stick on the ground. "Wanna climb, too! Wanna climb in the tree, too!" George nodded in agreement. But Bill shook his head from his perch on one of the lower branches on the tree and looked down at them.

"No," he said in that way older brothers had when telling their younger brothers that they couldn't do something. "You can't climb trees. You're too little; you can't even reach the lowest branch. And you'd fall and break something if I put you up here. You're too young."

Fred and George pouted. They were too young to do everything! They turned around and walked inside, knowing that Bill wouldn't relent. When they got inside, they went up to Charlie's room, where Charlie was playing a game that looked pretty complicated to Fred and George. But Charlie was playing against himself, so that meant he could play Fred and George next!

"Charlie," George said, in his cute-little-kid voice. "Can we pway wif you? Bill said we can't climb the tree wif him and mummy said-"

"No!" Charlie cut him off. "I don't want you messing up my game. Plus, you're too young, and you don't know the rules. It would be too hard for you."

"You can teach us! It can't be that hard!" Fred insisted, but Charlie, who could be just as stubborn as Fred and George could, shook his head. Fred and George pouted again and walked out of the room. They really were too young to do everything! It wasn't fair!

The twins wandered downstairs, where they found Ron finally asleep in Molly's arms. They spoke quietly so they wouldn't wake him up; none of them wanted him to start screaming and crying again.

"Mum, Bill won't let us climb the tree wif him and Charlie says we can't pway his game!" Fred complained.

"Why are we too young to do everyfing, mum? We're not too little!" George added.

"That's right, boys," Molly smiled. "You can do lots of things."

"Like what?" They asked in unison.

"Well," Molly began. "You two are very good big brothers. You're good at helping out with Ron, and playing with him, and you're very patient with him. When he's older, you'll be the ones teaching him how to play games and ride a bike and all the things that Bill and Charlie and Percy are teaching you to do. And you two are very creative. There are things that you're good at that none of your other brothers are." Molly had been a mother for years; she knew her boys were jealous of the baby.

"We're good at pwaying pwanks!" George said, grinning.

"That's right," Molly laughed. "You are." The boys smiled.

"Mum," Fred asked, a mischievous look in his eye. "Can we have more popsicles?"

Molly knew they would find some way to get them even if she said no.