Inspired by reading how Ginny was a seventh child of a seventh child, I wanted to write about Molly and her siblings, specifically Fabian and Gideon. They were twins in the movies, so I stuck with that, mainly because it gave them a Fred-and-George like vibe that I quite like. Anyway, enjoy.

Birthday

Molly Prewett was the youngest of seven children. Her two sisters - Madeline and Janet, aged 29 and 28 respectively - were both living abroad. Maddie was a mother herself, but Molly had only once met her niece and nephew, having seen her sisters perhaps four times in the last two years. Then there were her brothers: Dorian, aged 25, now lived in the United States with his Muggle wife Patricia; Dougal, 20, who had just left home to go and live with his fiancée in Ireland; and the twins, Fabian and Gideon, who were only just thirteen years old.

Molly herself was eleven. Today was her eleventh birthday, in fact; October 30th, 1960. Next September, she would be heading to Hogwarts. It really wasn't fair. Really. She'd missed the cut-off by just a month, and she still had to wait until next year. She'd cried a lot last month, seeing her brothers off at King's Cross station. She was only a bit younger than them - they had been twelve until September 25th - but they got to go be in second year while she wasn't even in first year yet.

Sure, she'd miss home, but Fabian and Gideon, not to mention her various other siblings when they had attended, had made Hogwarts seem like so much fun, and Molly just knew that when she got there she'd have many wonderful adventures that were way better than all of the ones that her siblings had experienced.

In front of Molly was a huge cake, baked in the shape of a pony; Molly currently loved ponies so much that she wanted six of them. This pony was pink and purple with green trimmings and on its body read "Happy Birthday, Molly-pop!". Mummy had obviously went to a lot of effort to make the cake, but Molly couldn't even bring herself to smile at it. All she wanted to do was be at Hogwarts with her brothers.

"Molly," her daddy said gently, waking her from her thoughtful sulk. "The post is here. Don't you want to go see if you have anything for your birthday?"

Obediently, Molly went to the window, letting in the owls who were battering against the window. Two of them landed on her cake, but Molly barely noticed - her heart leapt at the sight of the Hogwarts crest emblazoned on the letter carried by the big regal looking tawny owl. She snatched it, remembering to politely thank the bird, who hooted at her in response before flying away.

Molly showed off her letter proudly. She had secretly been worried; Fabian had told her that sometimes magical families produced a dud who couldn't do magic and couldn't go to Hogwarts. He'd told her it was usually the youngest, and that there was no way of finding out at all until the letter came.

"I'm not a dud! I'm not a dud!" Molly chanted, shoving the letter towards her parents, who took it from her, laughing. "Can I have an owl, Mummy?"

"We'll see," Mummy replied, but Molly's attention was already diverted by the many birds shuffling about her kitchen, all of which would be holding cards, some presents. Probably from her sisters and brothers, not to mention various aunts and uncles. Surveying the flock, Molly realised there was no other Hogwarts owl. Her heart sank. Neither Fabian nor Gideon had an owl; they obviously hadn't sent her anything. Maybe she just wasn't important enough.

Mummy and Daddy had both left the kitchen; Mummy was going to collect some of Molly's friends for the party, and Daddy had gone to get the present that they had bought for Molly. Molly herself sat down in her chair, a tight feeling in the pit of her stomach. Why were they so mean to her? Fabian had told her she wasn't magic, and Gideon had hidden her dolly. They hadn't even written yet. And now they hadn't send her a present! Was she just not as good as them? Did they just not like her?

She furiously blinked away her tears. Gideon and Fabian were the only two of her siblings she really considered herself close to, due to the large age difference between her and the rest. But fine! Fine. She didn't need them. She didn't need their stupid present or their stupid card or their stupid school. She would just have her friends and she would be happy because she didn't need her stupid, ugly, smelly, mean brothers at all.

Wiping her eyes, she looked back at the patiently waiting owls. Of the various birds, one stood out, a very young female brown owl with a letter in her beak. She was nudging against Molly, clearly urgently wanting to deliver the letter she held. Molly took it, carefully opening the envelope.

'Molly-
Happy birthday little sister! Hogwarts is great, but we're missing having you boss us about. Sorry we haven't written yet, really. We've just been really busy - we were fighting a vampire the other day, AND a troll! But we'll be home at Christmas, if we survive the test where we have to beat a hundred Chimeras before we can Floo home. Missing you! Say hi to mum and dad for us.
Love, Fideon and Gabian. xxx

P.S. The owl is your birthday present. She cost us loads, so we named her - her name's Opal, like the birthstone. How clever are we?'

Molly stared at the owl, who eagerly and affectionately nipped at her outstretched finger. "Opal?" she said tentatively, and the owl hooted happily, flapping her wings in response. Molly grinned.

Her brothers were so brave. Vampires? Trolls? Chimeras? She took back everything: they were the best.

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