A/N

REPOST (taken down and modified)

I found that the unbreakable vow storyline was common and predictable so I have gone with a different storyline about the Weasley Family.

Let me know what you think about it and please leave a review; give me ideas for new one-shots!

Enjoy!

August 1992:

"Hey Ginny, do you want to try something?" Fred called from the other side of the kitchen, knowing that the likelihood of Ginny agreeing would be high.

Ginny always wanted to impress her brothers, almost as though she wanted their respect and approval. She always loved when she got the attention instead of Ron, especially considering that they were similar ages. She obviously knew that the boys were up to something, seeing as they were whispering and giggling constantly.

"Sure, what is it?" Ginny replied getting up off the kitchen chair and walking towards her twin brothers.

"Just fudge," said George, eyes glistening with mischief.

Ginny was going to unknowingly be their first human tester on their new products for their joke shop. With Harry's Triwizard tournament winnings, the twins were able to create new and improved products without having the worry of funds. Harry giving the twins money was something no one, apart from Harry, knew anything about; not even Ron or Hermione, so they found themselves working out new products in secret, usually in their room at night.

Ginny, of course, was sceptical of this alleged 'fudge'. She had heard the explosions, bangs and crashes that came from her brother's bedroom but had never, until now, thought to actually investigate. Their mother had been in to see what all the noise was a couple of times but astonishingly, found nothing more than a few bits of parchment with foreign ingredients written on them. Assuming they were of no relevance, she left the parchments where they were and left the room as it was.

"Are you sure?" Ginny questioned, looking at both the boys who seemed to be shaking with excitement.

"Positive" both boys replied in unison.

Ginny took the fudge off of Fred and inspected it for all of a moment. She popped it in her mouth and sure enough, it tasted like ordinary fudge. However it wasn't until the 5 chew, that she realised that she was beginning to feel quite sick and began gagging whilst attempting to race to the nearest toilet.

Unfortunately for her, the fudge and other contents, emerged too soon as her path was blocked by Percy Weasley, who now had poor Ginny's sick all over his feet. The girl continued to throw up as she ran to try and get to the toilet.

Meanwhile, Molly Weasley was having an unusually quiet and relaxing morning, putting out the washing to dry on the washing line outside. It was a warm summer's day and she absolutely intended to make the most of it.

Her peace was swiftly interrupted as one of her sons, Percy came charging outside, with what seemed like food spilt down his front.

"Muuum, they've done it again! The twins gave Ginevra one of their pranks sweets and now she can't stop throwing up!" Percy exclaimed, and then gagging at the sight of his own front.

Molly was actually furious. She had told the twins countless of times how dangerous their sweets could be. She thought after the last time this happened with the boiled sweets that she had got her message through to the boys; she was very clearly mistaken. If Ginny cannot stop throwing up, she could become severely dehydrated. How would she explain that situation to St. Mungo's?

Molly ran inside frantically calling for her husband; "Arthur!" She knew she needed to get Ginny to stop being sick, and she needed someone to check for a fever in case she started burning up. However, she also knew that she had two wayward sons to deal with for their foolish behaviour once again.

"Yes Mollykins?" Arthur replied as Molly rolled her eyes at such a ridiculous nickname.

"Can you see to Ginny please, try and find any potion or charm that can get her to stop being sick before she dehydrates herself. Can you also check she's not burning up while I see to the twins. I will be with you in just a moment."

Molly's next challenge was actually finding the twins. They surely knew by now that they were in serious trouble and had scarpered the area.

"I am going to give you two the count of 5 to get your sorry little behinds by my side before I decide to take you over my knee for the rest of the week." Molly yelled out, certain that the twins had not gone far.

"1," she shouted, as she paced around the living room,

"2," – still no sign of movement or reply

"3… I suggest you both come out before I get to 5. You will find yourselves in a very uncomfortable position."

"4," she called again with a sense of seriousness in her voice.

To her relief, the two 14 year old boys appeared from behind sofa's and stood in front of their irate mother.

"What in the world made you think that giving Ginevra a sweet that you have made was a good idea?" she exclaimed, grabbing both boy's ears and leading them into the office.

"Owww - Mum, you're hurting me" Cried George. Fred's obvious discomfort was not yet audible.

"Good, that was my intention," Molly replied releasing her two sons ears and lightly pushing them into the office.

"I cannot believe that at the age of fourteen, you don't have the maturity to realise that giving out sweets, knowing that they have the potential to make someone gravely ill, is an extremely poor and irresponsible decision." Molly stated, pacing in front of the chastised twins. "To a corner, the both of you – no, not the same corner you foolish child," she said to Fred as he began to follow his brother. It never failed to amaze her that despite being in a whole world of trouble, both boys continued to keep their natural personalities to laugh and joke around.

"I am going to help your Father attend to Ginny. You are to stand exactly where you are; do not even think about swapping places, talking or moving from that spot. I will leave the door open." Molly ordered as she left the office.

"Come on love, let's get you into bed shall we," Arthur said as he began to carry his youngest child from the bathroom and to her bedroom.

"How is she Arthur?" Molly asked her face full of worry and concern, kneeling down next to the bed where Ginny now lay. She could deal with a child being injured as she knew they could be mended; however when her children were sick, they are so unpredictable and in pain, it pained her to see them in such a position.

"She has a fever like you feared but I have managed to stop her being sick for now." Ginny looked as pale as a ghost, excluding the hint of green that took over her cheeks. She was sweating and panting; fighting Arthur when he tried to place covers over her.

"I am going to get a potion to alleviate her fever and hopefully break it. I don't want to be calling a healer if we can help it," replied Molly, getting up from off the floor. She was also looking for a reason to check on the twins. Knowing her children as well as she did, she knew that it was likely that the twins would have ignored her orders.

She returned back downstairs, instantly heading for the office where she heard the distinct sound of whispers and mumbling.

"Shhh Fred, she's coming back" –

"She certainly is coming back," replied Molly, her voice raised. "Why did you think for one moment, that I wouldn't know if you disobeyed me? How incredibly selfish; I have to come down to deal with you disobedient backsides when I should be looking after your sister who is extremely ill because of something you two did." Molly finished her speech by walking up to George and landing 3 hard and fast swats to his backside.

"Muuum - oww – please, stop!" George whined, as he attempted to turn his back towards the corner to get his bum out of the firing line.

Molly turned George back around when she was done. – "Do. not. move."

She then walked over to Fred and grasped a hold of his ear as he was lead out of the office and into the living room. She finally let go and landed the same 3 hard swats to his backside too; sending him racing to a corner in the living room.

"Owww," Fred whined, ashamed that his discomfort had been expressed out loud. His bottom was stinging severely, and if that was any inkling of what was to come, then he wouldn't be sitting comfortable for quite some time.

Molly reluctantly left the twins alone once more and retrieved the potion that she initially came down for. She loathed both situations that she currently found herself in; one sick child and two in much need for punishment. However, she decided that Ginny was in much greater need of her attention. The twins could wait a little while longer; after all, it was their fault everyone was in such a mess.

"Come on darling, just two more mouthfuls and then that's the potion finished," said Molly as she tried to feed the potion to her poorly child.

The colour had returned to her youngest daughter's face; the green no longer present. But the lingering fever was still high and would not budge. It was vital that this potion began working quickly if the family were to avoid calling a healer.

"Come on Ginny, that's a good girl." Arthur encouraged as Ginny reluctantly took another mouthful. "Only one more now, you're doing brilliantly Ginny!"

Ginny took the last mouthful, feeling positively exhausted, she let her heavy eye lids take over, her breathing was now steady and even.

"Hopefully when she wakes that nasty fever will have gone down." Arthur said sadly, looking forlorn at his beloved daughter.

"Let's let her sleep while we deal with our twins." Said Molly as Arthur began to follow her down the stairs. Practically praying that they had obeyed her this time.

Her prayers were answered as she walked into the living room to find a remorseful Fred, still facing the corner, looking down at his shoes.

"I'll take George then," stated Arthur with a sigh as he left the living room and headed towards the office.

"Fred, come here please." Molly asked, standing in front of the armchair. Fred slowly turned and took the few steps necessary to reach his mother.

"I cannot believe you were so irresponsible today. I am so ashamed of you." Molly lectured. "Let's go upstairs and get this over with; follow me…"

Fred had little choice but to follow, he heard his father giving George the same scolding in the office as Arthur had yet to shut the door. He silently prayed that he could somehow worm his way out of getting the slipper but he felt that his chances were diminishing rapidly; his mother looked furious at best.

Molly got to the bedroom door first and gave Fred a light push to get him to follow –

"Stay right here, I will be back in a moment." Molly ordered. Fred, realising where this was headed, gave one last plea,

"Please mum, not the slipper! I'll be grounded for a month, I'll help you de-gnome the garden…"

"That will not be necessary, as I always tell you, I will not change my mind. Your brother is getting the same 15 swats. Now if you continue to stall me, then we can certainly increase the number."

Fred blanched at this statement and quickly closed his mouth, once again finding his shoes intensely interesting. He waited, stood in the middle of his bedroom for his mother to come return.

Despite the twins having such a care-free and jokey personality, when they were separated they felt alone, almost vulnerable. Fred began to sniff as tears brimmed his eyes. He'd never cried before a punishment before and he willed himself not to begin now.

Molly returned to the room, slipper in hand. Fred pulled a face at the sight of the slipper and mentally wished that it would somehow disappear, along with the other that lived downstairs in the office.

"Let's not lengthen this anymore than we need to," Molly said with a sigh "Over the desk, you're much too tall to go over my knee."

"Muuum, please." Fred whined –

"Absolutely, this is the second time you have made one of your siblings poorly. Making these prank sweets is one thing, testing them on unwilling siblings is another; it is dangerous and thoughtless. Especially considering that I am now in here dealing with you, instead of looking after your sister as I have said before. Now don't fight me, do as I have asked please."

Fred whined as he gave one last pleading look at his mother and when he was answered with a firm shake of the head he slowly bent over the desk.

He saw his mother place the slipper down next to him on the desk and knew that that was never a good sign.

He was left to his own thoughts for only a moment as he felt the t-shirt being lifted and the first smack coming down on his backside. He gasped in shock as Molly continued to alternate between cheeks. She knew it was rare that either Fred or George cried during a spanking; but they were usually punished together and by their father so this was a new situation for all involved. She counted 20 smacks and decided that it was time to use the dreaded implement. She picked up the slipper and placed it on Fred's backside. Fred let out a particularly loud hiss as the sole pressed against his sore behind.

"15 more and we are done, you are doing well." Molly encouraged.

She brought the slipper down with force in the middle of Fred's behind, causing another loud hiss, the thin jeans not offering much protection. She knew that she only had to put in minimal force for the slipper to cause a significant sting. She brought it down twice more, alternating sides.

"I am so outraged at your behaviour today. I thought you'd know better, especially after last time." Molly lectured, landing 4 particularly hard swats as she spoke,

"I'm sorry, muuum please!" Fred pleaded but to not avail.

Molly continued to swat Fred's behind at a swift pace, after 4 more spanks, she paused.

"I hope this serves as a reminder to you. I will not allow you or your brother to continue to harm your siblings in such a way." She finished as she landed a particularly hard swat to Fred's sit spot.

"Mum, please stop!" Fred whined again. Ignoring her sons protests, she landed the last 5 swats on her sons sit spots in quick succession and threw the slipper away as she heard her son finally give way to his emotions. She began rubbing small circles on his back as he continued to sob. Seeing either of her twins cry was an extremely rare occurrence. She felt a pang of guilt as she realised that she was the cause of such tears.

Her guilt was short lived however as she realised the severity of what the twins had done. Testing potentially fatal sweets on their siblings was no minor action.

Fred cried, sprawled out on the desk for only a minute longer, as he pushed himself up, once again hissing as the material made contact with his red behind. He then flopped onto his stomach as he laid on the bed; unwilling to even look at his mother.

Molly knew that usually, the punished child would seek the comfort of their parent and so had never dealt with such a reaction before.

"Fred, you are forgiven. I will call you down to dinner when it is ready and I'm sure your brother will be joining you in just a moment. I appreciate that you may be embarrassed however I will not allow that be to the cause of you being disrespectful."

Fred turned his nose up and pulled a face as he heard his mother leave the room, pulling to door to almost a close. He did feel embarrassed but he was never about to voice his feelings to his mother; he was a teenage boy and his opinion, much too old to be sharing his feelings despite being surrounded by support.

He lay silently as he heard someone on the stairs and the door creak as it was opened. He turned to see his twin, red faced and eyes puffy just as he had looked only moments ago.

"Hey Gred," George sniffed, lying on his stomach in the same position as his twin. "I think we messed up this time,"

Fred nodded in agreement, not trusting himself to speak. His eyes felt so heavy and he just wanted to nap.

George gave a heavy yawn as he rubbed his backside with a groan; it would be ages before he could sit comfortably. Noticing Fred's breathing even out, he realised that he had fallen asleep. He felt that he also could no longer fight the tiredness in his eyes and let his dreams take over.

Molly sighed as she walked down the stairs to be met with an equally exhausted looking husband. With the house eerily quiet, due to a third of them being asleep, Molly decided to make a much needed cup of tea for the both of them.

Placing the hot mugs down on the coffee table she let out an audible sigh as she waited for her husband to say something…

"Arthur?" Molly said with concern, "did something happen?"

"No, no dear; I just worry for them is all." Arthur replied honestly. "They are so engrossed in these pranks and jokes; I worry that they will never lead anywhere."

"I suppose it is a big worry to have but I'm sure they will be just fine Arthur, look at Charlie. He loved dragons and now he is training them in Romania! – The boys will learn from their mistakes and it is our job to steer them in the correct direction. For now though, I'm sure they will be just fine." And this was something Molly was able to answer with complete honesty.