"You might want to grab a bit more than that, you four." Said one of the twins.
"Ronnie here is bound to eat it all before you get seconds." Said the other.
"Unless you don't eat much-"
"We're trying to do the same you see."
"We need to maintain our girlish figures."
Ron's ears burned red as he made an indignant scoff at the twins and immediately retracted his hand from what would have been his fourth sausage. Marie picked it up instead and placed it on his plate with a sly wink, to which he only blushed more. Hermione laughed and added another sausage and a few pieces of bacon to her plate to save.
"Fred, George, quit teasing your brother," Molly said from the other side of the kitchen where she had been checking over another batch of sausages.
"It's not teasing if it's the truth, Mum." Said a boy down the table. He had shaggy hair that brushed his ears, and what looked to be some type of tooth hanging from an earring in one lobe.
"Bill, don't encourage them. Please?"
"Ah mum, they're just having a bit of fun. I'm Charlie by the way, it's nice to meet you all." He had longer hair than Bill did, pulled into a low piece of cord. He seemed shorter than Bill and broader as well, a thin lined scar separated the first half of one eyebrow from the tip of the rest.
"It's nice to meet you." The four girls said together.
"Oh great, it's gonna be like the twins all over again, except there's four of you." Ron said.
"Ronald. Don't be rude." Molly admonished.
"Yes, Ronald, don't be rude." The twins said.
"I'm Fred-"
"And I'm George."
"Don't be fooled. They usually reverse it to throw people off." Said the curly headed boy. "I'm Percy by the way. And I believe you met Ginevra this morning."
"It's Ginny, Percy! You know that!" Said the girl from down the table next to her father.
"Besides," Hermione said, "they were telling the truth, weren't you boys?" she looked toward the twins. Their eyes widened a bit at being caught telling the truth for once.
"How did you know?" They asked.
"Well, I didn't know for sure. But your shirts gave it away I think, and you definitely just confirmed it." She said with a smirk.
"Merlin George, I think we've found a Slytherin-" Fred said.
"Or a Ravenclaw," Marie said, with a proud smile. It didn't matter to her where her girls were sorted as long as they were happy and educated.
"Her, a Slytherin? What would you want to be one of those for? Everyone knows there wasn't a dark witch or wizard that wasn't in Slytherin." Suddenly the room became quiet.
"Our mother was a Slytherin." The triplets said, their silver eyes like ice.
Ron's eyes widened and a blush spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, he looked to his mother quickly, and upon seeing her face reddening, looked back to his plate.
"It's all right, dear. I know the history behind my house, and while you aren't entirely correct, it is true that many dark wizards have been from the Slytherin house. Don't fret." Marie said quietly, her previous smile had dimmed a bit.
"I would be proud to be a Slytherin." Hermione said, challenging anyone at the table to try and sway her otherwise.
"All I want for my girls is to be sorted as they should be, and that they are happy."
"As you should, Marie. As you should... Well since everyone else has introduced themselves, I'm Arthur, Arthur Weasley. And I am sad to say that I must be off to work. Molly, breakfast was wonderful as usual, and it was lovely to see you again Marie, I am delighted to meet your daughters, they all have your fire." He pushed back from the table wiping his mouth on a patterned napkin and pecked Molly on each cheek. "Good bye everyone! And children, behave for your mother."
With that he walked into the living room and threw some powder into the fire before yelling about some department of a ministry and stepping into the flames. All four of Marie's girls gasped in horror but, seeing him disappear, could only stare in terrified wonder.
"It's called the Floo Network dears, it's a way of travel for witches and wizards, and he's not hurt."
Each girl sighed in relief.
"How is it you don't know about Floo Powder?" Ginny asked.
"We used to live in the muggle world," Marie explained. "They didn't know about the magical world."
"Where do you live now?" the twins asked.
"Well, I'm going to try and find a place for us soon. Which reminds me, I need to make a trip to Diagon Alley for a visit to Gringotts. Hermione, we may as well get your supplies today, however I don't think you are going to like the condition of going. I'm sorry to say that if you and your sisters want to go... we need to replace your glamours." Each girl whined and groaned.
"Marie?" Molly asked almost scandalized.
"Molly, no one knows that I am back. No one knows the girls are back, or that the triplets aren't from my second marriage. There would be too many questions, I just want the girls to be able to enjoy their life in the wizarding world without all of the staring and gossip. Once we're settled... once we're settled we can figure out the rest."
"You can't hide forever Marie," Molly said with a saddened look.
"I know that, I know. But just for a while... and maybe I can teach you a few of the first year spells before you go to school, would you like that?" She asked looking to Hermione.
"Oh yes! Can the triplets learn too?" the three girls looked at their mother pleadingly, if they were going to be forced back into their old bodies then they should at least get something out of it.
"I'm sure we can help them learn a few things." They all cheered in excitement.
"Molly is there anything you need from Diagon? I could pick it up while were out."
"I was going to make some more bruise salve to send with the boys to school, could you grab a few ingredients for me? I'm running low," she replied as she scratched a small list on a spare bit of paper. When she finished she grabbed a few coins from a pocket in her apron and held out her hands, the list in one and the coins in the other. Marie bypassed the coins and grabbed the list before turning around and telling her girls to finish up and that they had a long day ahead of them.
"Marie-"
"Hush Molly. It's the least I could do." Molly frowned in displeasure but busied herself with cleaning up breakfast.
"I've put the couches back to rights, and once we get back from Diagon we can catch up more properly. I appreciate everything you are doing for me, for us. We'll be back. Come along girls."
And with that their mother took them into the living room and explained the Floo Network before warning them of another cool breeze and covering the beauty of her girls for what she hoped was the last time. Flooing with four children was going to be difficult, but it wasn't impossible so after reapplying the charms on herself they each tossed in a bit of powder and stepped into the fireplace. Soon enough everyone was over their fears of burning to death.
(Diagon Alley)
Hermione was oblivious to the stares of indulgence she got from other amused shoppers and rushed from store to store trying to see everything all at once. She was fascinated by all of the magical sweets and potions ingredients, even the writing equipment was wonderfully magical with quills that changed color upon request and bottomless ink pots that never ran dry. Hermione would stay in these shops for weeks and she would never get bored, but the book shop... the book shop was above and beyond any other she had ever seen. If she could stay weeks in the other shop's and never bore it would be years before she even thought of tiring of all the books that Flourish and Blotts had to offer. She got all of her school supplies but her wand which she had been saving for last. After getting all of her books and quite a few extra, for informational purposes of course, and with all of her other supplies safely stashed in her mother's beaded bag, they started towards Olivanders to get her very own wand.
When they walked in, the store was seemingly empty. Shelves upon dusty shelves of boxes lined the wall and towered to the open second floor, nearly all the way to the cobwebbed ceiling, and the back aisles were full of shelves and boxes that were piled far above any of the Whites' head's. Hermione was visibly shaking with excitement and she waited in front of the murky glass cased desk. She saw three boxes laid open on the top and she couldn't help but stare at one. It was a long, thin tipped, beautiful ebony wand with a raised ring around the beginning of the handle, the end was widely tapered and rounded almost to the size of a large marble. That was it. It was so simple, she loved it. Suddenly a thin elderly man appeared behind the desk and asked her name.
"Hermione Cassiopeia White sir." she said, not noticing how his eyes widened slightly at the sound of her name or the sight of her transfigured mother, a look of familiarity flashed in his eyes and he could see the girls now. It seemed that even with the glamours in place he could see them for who they were. With a small smile at Marie he wiped the recognition from his face and smiled as though she was a stranger.
"Well dear, it is a pleasure to meet you, you must be in need of a wand. If you would please step to the side of the desk I will take all of the necessary measurements," he said with a gentle smile. So Hermione did as she was asked and waited patiently for the man to take his measurements only to realize that he wasn't taking the measurements at all. He had a magical measuring tape that whirled and whizzed around her quickly. Once it finished is measurements Mr. Olivander excused himself to the back where he pulled four different wands from various shelves and brought them to the front.
"Now, I will hand you a wand, once you have a good grip simply give it a wave."
"I don't get to choose my wand?" Hermione said with a small glance at the ebony wand on the desk.
"Well, my dear, the wand chooses the wizard you see. Or in your case the witch." he murmured with a smile handing her the first wand.
"This wand here is willow, quite pliable, twelve inches, with a unicorn hair core, very good for charms and jinxes, give it a try." She looked around for a moment before giving the wand a small wave at a small fountain that was bubbling in the corner of the shop. Immediately the fountain froze and the ice shattered across the floor. Her sisters gasped and she set the wand back in the outstretched box rather quickly.
"My dear do not fret. That happens quite a lot, here, try this. Ash with and infusion of birch, thirteen inches and three quarters, slightly bendy, with a dragon heart string core. Wonderful for transfiguration." She looked nervously around the room before waving the wand at a vase of roses. Before her eyes, and much to her horror, the roses dried up and wilted before crumbling. She nearly dropped the wand in shock.
"If wands choose the wizard, they must not like me much." She murmured.
Two more wands rejected her before she was brave enough to ask to try the ebony wand.
"The ebony?" he asked, shock coloring his voice.
"This is one of the first wands I've ever made. They are more concept wands than anything dear." he said.
"But they are normal wands are they not?" she asked.
"Well I suppose, it couldn't hurt to try," he said as he extended the long wand to her.
"This is a particularly odd wand, ebony with an inner layer of pear above the double core of phoenix tail feather and a hair gifted from the tail of a unicorn, fourteen inches long, and quite flexible. It is very good for a variety of magic. Usually for the well-rounded witch or wizard." When he finished his description Hermione placed her fingers around the handle of the wand and, before she had fully lifted it, changes bloomed around the cramped shop. The frozen fountain immediately thawed and the roses replenished themselves, the murky glass of the desk cleared and polished, Mr. Olivanders glasses repaired themselves and the hole in her mother's hand bag sewed itself back together. Every speck of dust in the room immediately vanished along with any spider web. The wooden planks in the floor straightened out and became freshly polished, and there wasn't a box that didn't shuffle to reorganize itself. The store was now organized alphabetically by wood type, number and type of cores, numerically by length, and range of flexibility. The girls were all staring at their feet after needing to reshuffle for the floorboards.
She had resituated herself as well, but she couldn't quit staring at the wand as she felt the wood vibrate and warm in her hand, it almost hummed to her and she stood there in awe, stunned.
"Well Miss. White. I do believe that you have found your wand. And I must say that this is the first time someone's magic has cleaned and organized my shop so wonderfully. I don't know whether to give you your wand free of charge or pay you for your services." he said with a sweet smile. Hermione blushed so deeply it was a wonder that it didn't permanently saturate her cheeks. And after profusely thanking the man she handed him the five galleons, two sickles, and three knuts for her wand which he took reluctantly. She secretly thought that he had changed the price because, as she was admiring the organized shelves before leaving, another boy found his wand and it cost him a whopping eighteen galleons.
Her heart was leaping. She was magical, and from the display in Mr. Olivanders she was going to be a wonderful witch. She couldn't wait to climb on that train and go to her first class.
Authors Note: I changed the Weasley children's ages a bit
(HHR 1st, the twins 2nd , then Percy is a 4rd year, Charlie a 5th, and Bill a 7th)
