A/N: It's been a while since I last posted on here, but to me, this simply had to be done. It's a biography on Fred and George Weasleys' life. It will include the basic events (like the spider incident and the unbreakable vow) and some of my own concoction. Enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: The characters (along with the birthdate in the story) are all JK Rowling's.
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When babies are born; No one is forlorn
Except for this one time
Not joy but instead; A feeling of dread
At the birth of George and Fred
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April 1st, 1978.
After many hours in the waiting room of St. Mungo's hospital the Weasley brothers were bored and tired. Six year old Charlie was slumped in his chair with an old, beat-up toy dragon in his hand. Eight year old Bill sat next to him with their little brother Percy fast asleep in his arms. Every so often, in between keeping an eye on his brothers, Bill would take a quick glance at the corridor. Each time he imagined his father coming from around the corner to give them the news. But it wasn't until nearly five in the morning that their father came running around the corner.
"Boys! Boys!" Arthur Weasley panted, out of breath and his glasses askew.
"Dad!" the boys exclaimed and jumped out of their seats. But poor Percy, who was still on Bill's lap at the time, tumbled to the floor.
"Oh, now see what you've done!" Arthur scolded Bill and Charlie, "I told you to look after him!" he picked up the wailing Percy and soothed him.
"Sorry, but what about mum?"
"How is she?"
"Is the baby okay?"
"Is it mutated?"
"It's a boy again, isn't it?"
"Quiet down, one at a time." Arthur said. "Mum is fine. She's in the room right now. Come and have a see."
Bill and Charlie nodded vigorously and followed their father down the corridor and into a small room. On the bed that took up most of the space lay their mother, holding a small wrapped bundle in her arms. When she saw them enter the room she gave them a tired smile.
"It's the baby!" Charlie said, awed.
"Yes, and another boy, too." Arthur let Percy down. Without another word he left the room. He came back moments later with another wrapped bundle in his arms. The boys looked at it, shocked.
"Daddy stole another baby?!" Charlie exclaimed.
Arthur laughed. "No, no. I didn't steal the baby. You see boys, you don't have one new brother. You have two new brothers!"
Bill, Charlie and Percy stood there, mouths open in shock, and watched their father gently place the baby into Molly's other arm.
"Come see your new brothers." Molly whispered. The eldest Weasleys crowded around her and peered at the newborns. Both had small, very pink faces and little tuffs of red hair coming out of their heads. There were even ghostly signs of the Weasley freckles on each of their faces.
"They look exactly alike." Bill murmured.
"That's because they're twins." Molly replied.
"What are twins?" Charlie asked, extending a hand to poke one of the small arms.
"It's when two babies are born on the same day. Some look alike, like your new brothers, but others don't." Molly answered and pulled the baby's arm out of Charlie's reach.
"They're born at the exact same time?" Charlie asked, amazed.
"No, that's unpossible!" Bill rolled his eyes. "One came after the other. Like a cannonball of babies!"
But Charlie was no longer paying attention to him. He looked at the babies and wrinkled his nose. "They look all squidgy. Like a pink prune."
Bill elbowed Charlie. "Stupid, that's how all babies look like."
"Nuh-uh."
"Yeah-huh!"
"How would you know, then?" Charlie asked.
"Because that's how you looked like, too!" Bill replied and stuck his tongue out.
Charlie's lower lip trembled and blinked rapidly, tears threatening to stream down his face. "I did not look like a--"
"Hush up, you two!" Molly gave them her sternest look. "Don't you dare cry, Charlie. All newborns look like pink prunes, so did you and Bill and Perce."
Arthur turned away from his wife and looked down at Percy, who still stood by the door. "Percy, don't you want to see your new brothers?"
Percy shook his head. "Aw, come on, little tyke. You're a big brother now, just like Bill and Charlie!" Arthur bent over and picked him up. Percy, fidgeting in his father's arms, was gently placed on the bed next to his mum.
Percy leaned in and looked at his new brothers. He squinted his eyes and seemed to be examining them, taking it all in. After a while of this, he leaned away and looked at his mum with wide eyes. He said one thing:
"No."
Arthur and Molly gasped. They exchanged anxious glances and Molly asked, "No? Why no, Percy, dear?"
"No! I don't like them. Take them back!" Percy scrambled off the bed and scurried behind his dad.
Arthur patted his son's hair comfortingly and spoke to Molly, "I'm sure it's just a phase. He's not ready for this just yet. And to spring two on him, too. It's a little much for him, is all. He'll warm up to them soon enough."
Percy shook his head vigorously. "No! I don't like them! Take them back!"
Bill, seeing the need for a big-brother moment, walked up to Percy and wrapped an arm around him. "Don't worry, Perce. Being a big brother isn't that bad. You'll get to help them out and show them things. Like, how to throw the gnomes and when to hide the toy brooms from muggles!"
But Percy wriggled out of his brother's arm. "No! They'll be bad, bad boys! No!"
Bill stepped away from him and looked up at his dad. "Wasn't I this bad, too?"
"No, not as bad." Arthur replied distractedly. He lowered himself to Percy's height and looked at him with worried eyes.
"Maybe he's right. Maybe they will turn out to be bad boys." Charlie glanced at the twins nervously, as though they were already planning their next move.
"Don't be ridiculous. We can't know now. Besides, I'm sure they'll be splendid boys." Molly kissed the top of the twins' heads as she said it.
"So, what are their names?" Bill asked.
Molly smiled, glad someone had finally asked. "Fred and George." She replied, gazing down at them lovingly. "Their names are Fred and George Weasley."
