September 1st, 1982

"Come on everyone! Boys, hurry up, hurry up!" Molly yelled as she paced around The Burrow with young Ginny in her arms.

It was Charlie's first year and Bill's second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Molly was determined to bring the whole family to King's Cross Station in order to say their farewells. Arthur was already loading the two trunks full of school robes, textbooks, and more into the back of his Ford Anglia. With a swish of his wand, the trunks were neatly set down. He had bewitched the car to the extent where it allowed at least 8 passengers to sit comfortably in the back seat, and 3 in the front. Muggle transportation was the only way to arrive at King's Cross Station, and running 10 minutes late was contributing to the Weasley chaos quite nicely.

"Percy, put that book down, now!" Arthur said as he grabbed Fred and George by the back of their shirts. "What have you boys been doing? What's on your face?"

Fred stood with a large G on his forehead, while George had an F on his.

"Uhh, nothing.." Fred mumbled, giggling.

"Wash that off; no, get in the car, get in the car!"

"Okay!" the boys said in unison, skipping out to the car.

The twins grew up to be very mischievous and clever, as you could see. By the age of 2, Fred and George already figured out a way to communicate with each other through babbling and hand signals. It was as if they had their own secret kind of code that no on else could really comprehend. Their adorable big brown eyes were just a charm, and usually proved them innocent from others who did not know about their daily acts.

"Arthur," Molly paused, wiping the drool off of Ginny's mouth, "ARTHUR, can you please get Ron?" Molly asked, grabbing the sandwiches she made for the family, "I think he's upstairs in his toy box."

"Maammmaaaa.." Ginny, the youngest and only daughter in the Weasley household, babbled as she smiled a toothless smile. Her tuffs of orange hair were growing thicker day by day; just like all the Weasley family members' fire red hair.

"Will do!" the father muttered, sprinting upstairs once more.

"Mum, we have to leave, NOW! I'm going be late and it's my first year!" Charlie bellowed, already sitting in the back seat of the car.

"OUCH! Fred, stop it!" Bill commanded. Fred had taken the liberty to pinch his older brother's nose close multiple times. Whenever Bill would reach over to do the same, he would hide his face towards the inside of his car seat.

"Make meeeeeeee hehehe." Fred laughed and pinched it once more. Bill raised his wand right up to Fred's face as a threat. In defense, George took the wand and started to nibble on the edge of it.

"GEORGE!"

"Okay, okay, quiet down; your mother is going to go mad!" Arthur said, holding a sleeping Ron in his arms.

Ron was now 2 years old, and also the youngest son in the Weasley family. He had the charm of the Weasley clan by having the biggest hazel eyes, and cutest little nose. There were a numberless amount of light freckles on his face that was very close to exposing themselves fully within the next month or so. His head rested on his father's head, observing the peace of sleeping, rather than the chaos of running late.

"Okay, okay," Molly came to sit in the passenger's seat, quickly buckling Ginny into her car seat. "Does everyone have everything? Bill, Charlie, do you have everything?" she asked, turning in her seat in order to see their face.

"Yes." Both said in unison.

"Now let's get a move on, PLEASE!" Charlie yelled, unable to bare it any longer.

VROOM!

And they were off like a jet. On the whole way there, Fred and George wouldn't stop babbling on and on about what it would be like to explode a firework inside of a compartment in the Hogwarts Express (who knows where they even got that idea), while using their hands for descriptive motion. Percy was absorbed in his copy of Hogwarts: A History, while Ron slept on and on. Ginny seemed to enjoy the view, while Charlie shook his leg up and down apprehensively.

"Charlie, are you okay?" Bill asked, inspecting to see if there were any bite marks on his wand.

"Y-Yeah, just fine." He muttered, his ears turning red, "Just..nervous.."

"Well you should be," Bill lied, looking at Charlie's face, "In order to be sorted into your proper house, you have to transfigure a live beetle into a button with your wand. If you fail to do so, you will be expelled almost immediately and will have to return—"

"William.." Molly said with a feverish look in her eyes.

Bill shut up.

"Now Bill, I want you to look after your brother, okay?" Molly directed while fixing the front of his jacket.

He nodded, knowing he would hear the same advice year after year. His mother pulled him into a large hug, and the both of them stood in place for a long time. She backed away to look at Bill's face and smiled largely.

"I love you very much." She said, "Make Daddy and me proud. Don't get into any trouble now."

A small grin appeared on Molly's face as her hands stroke his cheeks. Oh, she couldn't help it! Her eyes were shining with tears, although she promised not to cry this time.

"Aw, mum, don't cry..Not in public at least."

Arthur smirked as he hugged Charlie.

"I love you too," Bill continued, "I'll be safe, and I'll write when I arrive."

"Okay," she sniffed, "Alright."

Molly patted his shoulders and turned to her second son.

"Charlie, dear, you will be just fine." she said, spotting the fear in his eyes, "I worry least about what house you will be sorted into," she said, smoothing her son's hair, "but you will surely be placed into Gryffindor. There is no doubt about it, sweetie."

He smiled weakly and hugged his mother who stood with open arms. She rocked him back and forth, unable to believe her 2 eldest children had already grown up so fast. Time was passing rather quickly in the Weasley family. Arthur nor Molly never saw it coming.

"Fred, George, say goodbye to your brother." She said, wiping more tears.

"Bye byee Charlie!" the twins slurred in unison, "See you later Billlyy!"

The F and the G were still faintly visible on the center of their foreheads. It turned out it was just magic marker they found in a quill box back at The Burrow. They smiled widely, waving their small hands back and forth.

"Bye Fred, bye George." Charlie said, ruffling their hair.

"We'll send you something cool for Christmas!" Bill nodded, seeing their faces light up.

"I'll write to you and Dad, every day of this year." Charlie promised to his mum.

She laughed lightly, "We'll see what happens, love. You take care, okay? Let me know how your first day goes!"

"I will!"

"Come on Charlie, let's go." Bill said tugging on his arms, "Merlin's beard, the train is going to leave without us!" he continued, dragging his brother into the entrance of the train.

Barely a minute later, the Hogwarts Express started to groan, as if it were an old man. Smoke puffed out of the back of the train, as it started to slowly move. Molly leaned on Arthur as they watched their sons start a new journey. Although there was much danger in the world, the parents trusted Hogwarts. They attended and even met each other at the very same school, and they knew it was protected well.

*squeak squeak*

"OH MY GOODNESS; Charlie, CHARLIE, you're forgetting Scabbers!" Molly said as she started to run towards the train that was already on the move.

The first year was sticking half his body out the compartment window, throwing his arms out wide towards his mum.

"I'm s-sorry mum, sorry!" he yelled, grabbing his fat rat.

She slowed down into a mediate walk, waving at the Hogwarts Express. Sighing with satisfaction, she walked back towards the rest of her family.

All was well. For now.

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