I Am!, a harry potter fanfic

Just a silly little idea I thought up one night, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Harry Potter. If I did, the Weasley Twins would never have been separated and would still be able to play their favorite trick on their mum.

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Molly Weasley smiled to herself as she watched two of her boys out of the corner of her eye. The three year old twins were playing with that simple, yet somehow utterly delightful, of children's toys: wooden blocks. One of them would stack up the six blocks in an unsteady tower, and then the other would knock it over, making them both laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world. And to them, it was.

"Mine!" one of the twins suddenly shrieked. Molly turned to get a clear view of them. They had both grabbed the red block at the same time and were now each was trying to pull it away from the other.

"No! Mine!" the other twin insisted. If it had been any other of her boys, Molly would have let them figure it out on their own. But the twins never fought. They shared everything.

Except for sweets. But that's another matter entirely.

"'s mine! 'm older!" the first twin frowned, giving a hearty tug on the block. Catching sight of the letter on his shirt, Molly saw that it was George.

"No! I am!" Fred scowled at his brother and pulled at the toy.

"I am!"

"Fred! George!" Molly said sternly, "You're twins! You're the same age! Billy, Charlie, and Percy are all older than you, and you're older than Ronnie!"

The two boys shared a look before turning back to her.

"But, Mummy," Fred began,

"Charlie told us yesterday," George continued. Little as they were, they spoke in turn all the time.

"That one of us is older 'n the other,"

"And I think it's me!"

"Nu-uh! 's me!" Fred stuck out his little chin in defiance.

"Me!"

"Enough!" Molly shouted over their increasingly loud, one-word argument. "I still don't see how this matters, but I know which one of you was born first!"

The twins looked up at her intently; each waiting for her to say that he was older.

"Fred," she looked at the twin with an 'F' on his shirt, "you were born about a half hour before George."

Fred looked immensely pleased, with George's face became stormy for a moment before he suddenly grinned, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, and pointed at his brother.

"He's not Fred, I am!"

The twin she was now only 80% sure was Fred grinned at his brother's words, an identical trouble-making spark in his eyes.

"Yeah, Mummy, can't you tell us apart?"

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