Chapter one
Age 14 months
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Do we really have to put this? Hm....
Sorry for any spelling/grammer mistakes, I have yet to find a beta. Witch I will once I find out how. (Help?)
No copyright infringement for charecters/plot/anything intended.
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"Come here freddie-dear!" Mrs Weasley crooned to the grinning toddler. His brother and him had been sleeping, but Fred had somehow managed to escape the crib and amble into the kitchen, where he was now sitting under the sink, logged just so far between the cabinets that Mrs Weasley could not reach his nappy to pull him out.
Meanwhile, George (who had gotten out just as soon as Mrs Weasley left the room) had managed to lodge her wand in the corner of the room, in a crack that had been barely noticeable until now. She had not been able to yet get Arthur (who was out in the field, playing Quidditch with Bill and Charlie) to get it out. Honestly, the twins were being very frustrating. She let out an exasperated laugh, as her fingers caught hold of the babies nappy.
She pulled him back out, while he squirmed quietly.
"Got you mr freddie!" she exclaimed to him, before noticing that his mouth was full of something blue- and made of paper.
"Oh no! Fred! That isn't Percy's is it!?" She sighed, picking up fred and hefting him to her hip. His tuft of red hair (so recognized as a weasly trait) was sticking in every witch way, and she patted it down as she carried him over to the crib. picking the small bits of blue paper off his chest, she stood up again.
"Now you stay there lovely, while mummy goes and finds Georgie." She rested her hands on her hips, and tiptoed over to the kitchen where she had seen him last. This was really an inconvenience, she though to herself. She should have started lunch, and Percy would be wondering why he couldn't find his drawings. Drat.
George was not by the wand. In fact, the wand was not even there. Instead, as she walked to the other side of the room, she discovered a series of wholes in the wall, the size of her wand tip. Hm... She thought to herself. Following the trail she came to find the small toddler (Who now, she noticed astonished, had bright purple hair) was chewing on biscotti.
"Now where did we find that orange?" she said, using one of his nicknames.
The toddler just starred at her, a small six toothed grin shining as he took another bite of the cookie. Immediately, his hair turned a greenish color.
" My! George love, lets take this away now." she said reaching down and scooping up her son. She took the biscotti and he began to frown, puckering up his face.
Taking her wand in her other hand she transformed his hair back to its normal color, and filled the wholes in the wall with a sweep of her wand. She bounced George, who has started to cry, on her hip, as she walked back to the crib were she had sat fred.
Fred had somehow managed to get out of the Crib again.
"Mum! Have you seen my drawings? I need them" a young Percy said, jumping into the room, pencils in hand.
She groaned. Today was only going to get longer.
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Thanks very much, Reviews are awesome. I like criticism!
For those of you who have been asking, Percy's three, and really I don't think that isn't to mature for a three year old. My siblings (mostly my brother, tho I remember him best because I was eleven when he was three) were frequently like that.... but thanks for saying so! I have changed it a bit.