Mr. Weasley was awoken by the sound of something crashing downstairs. His wife apparated out of the room instantly. "Fred! George!" Her voice carried up the stairs.

"MUMMY! My book!" Another child's voice whined.

"Percy – not now!"

"Mummy – the twins spilled ink on it – Mummy!"

"Perce, go down stairs or else you'll get an earful too, bro." The calm voice of Bill, the second oldest Weasley male said.

"FRED ! GEORGE! – PERCY NOT NOW – WHAT DO YOU BOYS THINK YOU'RE DOING!" Three pairs of footsteps trooped noisily down the rickety stair-case.

"Charlie –" A small voice sobbed.

"It's ok, Perce. C'mon." An eight year old grunted as he picked his five year old brother up.

"Molly, you're seven months pregnant." Arthur Weasley gently reminded his wife at the door to the twins' room. "You shouldn't work yourself up in such a state. I'll take care of the twins." He said eyeing the twins' dresser that was now on the floor. Mrs. Weasley shook her head and walked down the stairs.

"Mummy! Mummy!" Two smaller voices called from the small nursery. Mrs. Weasley opened the door and smiled. Two boys were pulling themselves up on the railing with their small arms and standing with their chubby legs. One boy had flaming red hair like his mother. The other had messy black hair and a lightning-shaped scar. "Mummy! Mummy!" Mrs. Weasly scooped her son Ron out of the crib and balanced him on one hip. While chatting to him, she picked up her newest son, Harry Potter and balanced him on another hip.

"Baby! Baby!" Ron squealed as his small foot hit Mrs. Weasley's round belly.

"Yes, Ronnie! Baby's in there!"

"Brotha! Brotha!" Ron squealed.

"We'll see." Harry smelled this new adult that was holding him. He ran his small chubby fingers through the familiar red hair, but realized quickly it was curly rather than straight like his mother's. He promptly started crying. "Oh – Harry dear –"

"MUMMY! MUM - MUM – MUMMY!" Harry wailed at the top of his voice adding to the din of the Weasley home. Ron glanced at the newcomer to his room and began crying.

"Yes – I know you miss your mummy. I'll take care of you, Harry. You'll be ok. Shhh –" Mrs. Weasley soothed. "Ronnie, he's just scared, honey." They made it to the kitchen where Bill and Charlie were pouring porridge and water into a large pot. Mrs. Weasley turned the stove on. Mr. Weasley took Ron and strapped him into his high-chair as the other boys took their seats around the table.

"Brotha! Brotha!" Ron squealed pointing at Mrs. Weasley's belly.

"Girl." Fred said.

"Boy." George replied.

"Girl. Gimme three crayons I'm right." Fred demanded. George swatted him upside the head.

"Boys." Mr. Weasley said. "Fred, George, Percy, Charlie, Bill, Ron?" The Weasley clan was quiet …quiet for once. "You have a new brother. No, Ron, not there. There." Mr. Weasley pointed to Harry who was in Mrs. Weasley's arms. "This is Harry."

"Where's his mommy?" Percy asked.

"His mommy and daddy are gone." Mrs. Weasley said simply. "He's a Weasley now."

"YAY!" The six boys cheered. Harry, seeing six red-haired children cheering and clapped giggled and clapped his little hands before Mrs. Weasley planted a kiss on his head.

"'Nother boy." George said grinning at his twin. "Three crayons." In this way, Harry had a very Weasley welcome to his new family.