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Every once in a while, adults make mistakes. The most common mistake parents would make would be with twins. Obviously, they didn't mean to switch them up. And they normally felt horrible about it. Words couldn't even describe how bad Molly felt right now.

3 years had passed since the Final Battle and Fred's passing. Everyone had come to accept it in some way. It took some of them longer than others, but everyone accepted in eventually. Molly and George took the longest of them all. After all, Molly was his mother, and Fred was George's other half, his twin. It was obvious that it would take them time to get over this.

Today was a particularly chilly autumn day and the entire family of Weasleys was out apple picking in the apple orchard with their adopted son/brother Harry. All but Molly, who was cooking in the kitchen.

The baskets were overflowing with apples and desperately needed to be emptied. Since no one else volunteered, George did. With a flick of his wand, all of the apples flew out of the baskets and levitated in the air. George dragged his wand with him and he strolled back inside the Burrow to the kitchen, where he dropped all of the apples on the table.

George saw his mother cooking pie from the corner of his eye and a mischevious grin came across his face. Sneakily, George made his way to her, where the apples were cooking on the stove. The cinnamon and sugar combined with the apples wafted towards him in an incredible aroma. It was an aroma that reminded him of home.

Tiptoeing across the floor so Molly wouldn't notice, George grabbed a spoon and snuck to the stove. Molly was too busy focusing on the pie crust to even notice the other person in the room. He lowered the spoon to the stove and grabbed a spoonful of apples. He stuffed it into his mouth, forgetting that it just came off the stove. For a 25-year-old, he could be dense at times. The spoon clattered to the floor as George paced around the kitchen, breathing deeply trying to cool down the apples in his mouth.

Hearing all of this noise, Molly turned around. "Not again! You always seem to be up to trouble. Why is it always you Fred-" Molly trailed off, in horror when she realized what she'd done. She'd mixed up her twin sons. Except one of them was dead and the other alive. How terrible of a mother was she? She mixed up her kids!

Tears involuntarily filled up her eyes as she prepared for the out lash. She and George had made it so far, especially from where he was right after the Battle. What if she had broken him? She was officially a fail of a mother. "I..I'm sorry George." Molly cried "You know I didn't mean to call you Fred!"

Warm arms circled her and hugged her tightly. Molly had to look up, all her sons having outgrown her years ago. "Mum," George sighed "It;s fine. I know you didn't mean to call me George. And anyways, it gives me the excuse to say this." George trailed off "Say what?" Molly asked, confused.

"He's not Fred, I am! Honestly woman, and you call yourself our mother!" George cried, imitating his 13-year-old self.

Memories flooded back as Molly remembered that moment "Oh my god! That was ..." "Hilarious? Super funny? " George finished for her. Molly grinned "Now, I may be a bad mother, but I can take away your apple pie for all the years you and Fred have snuck here and eaten my pie filling. Between the both of you, I think you've eaten a whole pie's filling." Molly chastised. "Get back to work." She ordered. "Yes, Mum." George groaned.

Just a normal day in the Weasley household.