Molly watched through the kitchen window as her middle son, a mere four, ran back over to the pigpens, feeding their newest black piglet the leftovers of his lunch, a little blonde girl running behind quickly behind him with an apple. She had been watching them for the past week, the little Fawcett girl following her little Charlie around like a lost puppy as he fed the animals.

"Think he will invite her in this time?" She asked, looking behind her at Bill, who was starting on his basic arthritic that Molly had assigned him at the kitchen table. Shaking his head, Bill goes back to his math, knowing that his younger brother would probably never bring a girl home. He himself had watched Charlie play with the young blonde, oftentimes sending her home before coming inside to clean up for dinner. Bill had also seen that there were few words exchanged between the two children, Charlie never saying her name and her much too shy to talk to Bill herself, being Charlie's age as well.

"They don't talk mum." Bill answers, not taking his eyes off of the simple equations in front of him that Molly had told him it was time that he learn to prepare himself for Hogwarts. Bill greatly obliged, seeing as how he would have rather done his arithmetic that reading that blasted book, The Tales of Beedle The Bard.

2+2=4

1+5=7

6-2=4

"All she ever does is follow him." Bill continues, writing down the numbers. "He goes and feeds the pigs. She follows. He goes and feeds the chickens. She follows." He says, looking up momentarily to see the concerned look on his mother's face. The fact that he was so preoccupied with the animals to not even notice the blonde following him around worried her. Maybe he wouldn't be social like Bill was becoming, then what was she to do. She couldn't force it on him.

"Does he even know the little girl's name?" Molly asked Bill quietly, looking back out the window and seeing as the blonde tried to hold Charlie's hand, him quickly pulling away so that he could pet the piglet.

Bill shook his head again, returning to his numbers as Molly wondered where she was going wrong. Baby Percy, now nearly a year old and looking as much like a Weasley as two older brothers, never cried, being what most mothers would consider the ideal baby. Whenever his diaper was soiled or he was hungry, he would coo lightly, waiting patiently for Molly to change him and would return the favor with a toothless grin. So far, Bill was the only one who acted remotely like she remembered either her or her brothers acting as children, her more than her brothers, talking to her and willingly working on whatever work she assigned him whenever he wasn't busy playing and getting dirty. The other two boys both seemed quiet, nearly too quiet for her likings, making her wonder if she would ever have the house filled with laughter that she wanted.

"Charlie," She called out, opening the window to the back door next to the sink. "Come inside and clean up. Bring your friend in too. I will make you both some cookies."

She watched as the young boy started to blush, shaking his head viciously at his mum who had embarrassed him. Handing the girl a flower, he shooed her off on her way and pet the piglet one last time before returning into the house.

"What about your friend?" Molly asked, watching the little girl run off towards the Fawcett house. Charlie quickly shook his head no as he opened the door and went over to the sink to wash his hands. "Does she have a name?"

Charlie shook his head no again, pushing a chair up to the sink and standing on top of it. "She help with pigs." Charlie answered matter-of-factly, causing an ever graver look of concern on Molly's face.

"And you haven't asked her what her name is?" She asked again, hoping to get more of an answer out of the young boy.

"She like sickens." Charlie answered, pointing at the chicken coop through the window. Sighing in defeat, Molly looked down, wiping her hands on her apron as she heard a loud pop outside of the front door.

Quickly Molly ran up to the door, seeing her twin brothers standing out in the front yard.

"Well are you going to let us in?" Fabian laughed.

"Or are you going to stand there all day?" Gideon finished, looking at his sister.

With a smile, Molly let the two men in, hearing the laughter that she had been craving finally fill the house.

"What is your mum doing?" Gideon asked, leaning over one side of Bill's shoulder, looking at the arithmetic that he had started on.

"Filling his head with rubbish, no doubt." Fabian answered, pointing at one of the equations. "The answer is six." He whispered in Bill's ear.

"That is enough, you two." Molly barked, smacking them both over the back of the head. "How is he ever going to learn how to read and write if you two are constantly giving him the answers?!"

"It's not about reading." Fabian answers, looking at his twin brother.

"Or writing." Gideon says, smiling back at his equal.

"It's about magic." They both say with a laugh as fireworks erupted inside the kitchen, causing Bill and Charlie to laugh out with glee while the infant Percy in his high chair snarled his nose in disgust at the crazy magic being performed.

"That is quite enough out of you two." Molly barked again, thinking about what a great influence they would be playing on the boys if they were already showing them it was okay to do fireworks in the kitchen. "That is the last thing that I need, is these boys thinking they can light the house on fire at their beck and call because you two imbusals do it."

"And who is this one?" Fabian asks, moving over to the infant in the high chair. It had been nearly a year since they had come to see their sister, causing them to not have been their for the birth of their youngest nephew, who was now glaring at Fabian forcefully.

"A squib perhaps." Gideon answered, looking at the disgusted look on the young one's face.

"Maybe he has his mother's sense of fun." Fabian answers, eying the child as if it were an unknown mystical creature.

"That ONE" Molly answered, frustration in her voice, "Is your youngest nephew Percy and normally he is a very well-behaved little boy."

"Well behaved?" Gideon asks, as if his sister were talking in a foreign language.

"Where is the fun in that?" Fabian continues, looking at the boy.

"Is that all you two came over for?" Molly asked, ready for them to leave already. "To harass the boy?"

"No," Fabian answers honestly.

"We actually have a surprise for you." Gideon says happily.

"And we think you will be proud." They both say together, exchanging a smile between the two of them.

"And what would that be?" Molly asks, sitting down at the table, her head only inches below where the fireworks had been going off in her kitchen moments prior.

"We joined the Order." They say in unison, a matching smile on both of their faces.

"You what?" Molly asked, shock and fear overwhelming her. "Charlie! Bill! Up to your rooms!" She barked, causing both boys to look at her with shock. "Well you heard me. Scoot. Scoot." She said, rushing the boys out of the room and towards the stairwell to their upstairs bedrooms that Arthur had just recently built. "Go on, get."

"But mum," Bill says, looking at his twin uncles for support. "I want to hear about Uncle Fib and Gid's Order."

"But nothing Bill," Molly answers, pushing him along, "Go on, get upstairs." As soon as she saw the boys disappear upstairs, she sat back down across from her brothers, staring at them, and sighed. "What do you mean you joined the Order?" She asked.

"Well," Fabian starts off.

"You told us we needed to do something productive with ourselves." Gideon continues.

"So we though about it." Fabian says, as if deep in thought.

"And you were right." Gideon pipes in.

"So we joined the Order." They both say again in unison.

"I meant go and get jobs." Molly replies, looking at her brothers. They weren't exactly the most careful of men, oftentimes getting themselves into more trouble with their pranks and jokes than they could handle. "Not join the Order. You are going to get yourselves killed."

"Ahh, but that is where you are wrong little sister." Gideon answers with a smile.

"See, we have a plan." Fabian says.

"And a good one." Gideon pipes in.

"You see, we think mischievous." Fabian says, trying to sound serious.

"And are good at it." Gideon reminds her.

"So, we decided we will fight against the Dark Lord." Fabian comments, putting thought into what he was saying.

"And be heroes." They both answer together.

Molly couldn't help but stare at her brothers as a shiver of fear ran down her spine, hoping they were making the right decision.

"And if something happens?" She asked, always being the logical one of the three.

"Ahh, we thought of that too. Didn't we Gideon?"

"Yes, we did Fabian."

"And if we die-" Fabian starts off.

"We have died as heroes." Gideon finishes.