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Molly Weasley and the Broken Muggle Camera

Molly Weasley, mother of seven, former member of the Order of the Phoenix and a Prewett to the bone, was not someone you would want to meet in a dark alley when they're in a bad mood. Every one of her children knew not to mess with their mother on 'that time of the month', and used to hang up tiny, red flags when someone noticed the signs of the woman's impending period, until they were caught.

Her husband, Arthur Weasley, also a former member of the Order of the Phoenix, was a kind man with a certain fascination with muggle things. He collected batteries, old headphones and sometimes even found the occasional, exciting music player. He knew his wife didn't like him picking things up, but she didn't understand just how magnificent his findings were. Muggles were a lot smarter than they looked.

Right now, Arthur didn't feel very brave as he walked into his home carrying a muggle camera, which had been broken by the sharp edges and torn tape, hiding it like a weapon that bore fingertips. He was careful to look around him and made sure his wife wasn't around, grinning widely as he crossed the living room to the stairs.

"Arthur Weasley, are you bringing home trash again?" a scolding voice demanded.

Arthur winced and turned around to face the stern woman. He tried to smile. "It's a camera, a brilliant one!"

"We have cameras, Arthur! A muggle one is not much different, believe me!" She waved her hands in the air in anger.

Arthur scowled. "But it is different, Molly. It doesn't even need magic to work!" he regained his enthusiasm and broke into a frenzied, passionate speech, "It uses the light to burn the tape and then scrolls it! It scrolls it really well and the shutters can close when you want them to because you can change the speed of the-"

"Arthur, it's still rubbish! It's even broken!" Molly shouted, stopping when she heard a baby's cry from upstairs, groaning. "They'd better not done anything to Ginny," she muttered, running up the stairs and into Ron and Ginny's room. The two infants were sleeping peacefully in their makeshift cribs, no signs of disturbance in sight. Molly narrowed her eyes. "Fred, George, I know you're here. Come out, now, don't make me find you first,"

As expected, two small pairs of feet scurried across the room to stand in front of the big woman, big smiles on the boys' identical faces.

"Ginny was crying!"

"So we gave her Bill's wand-"

"And she shut right up!"

"Wicked, isn't it?"

The two burst with happiness, practically jumping in excitement. Molly hurried beside the crib where, indeed, was a nine-inches long wand in the hands of the small baby girl. She carefully released Ginny's grip on the wood and took it, placing it safely in her pocket.

Molly glared, turning to her husband, who had joined her. He gave her an apologetic smile and crouched down, giving the broken camera to the two boys.

"Happy belated birthday, boys," he said with a sad smile.

Molly sighed. Despite the cake and the sweaters, the camera seemed to be truly what the boys wanted, going by their pleased grins.

Then she rolled her eyes. They seemed to be growing to be much like their father. Shame.

Well, not really.

She smiled, looking at her family, taking in the thankful expression on Arthur's face and the mischief in the boys' eyes. They were trying to fool her?

"Arthur Weasley! Encouraging the boys to lie? For a broken muggle camera?"

Arthur's eyes widened, turning to flee.

Yeah, he better run.