Disclaimer: See first chapter.

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'Nana? Nana?' Mrs Weasley shook herself as a little voice called her from her thoughts. She looked down into blue eyes framed by dark strawberry blond hair.

'Yes, Fredric?' She smiled at her grandson.

'You look really confused.' He stated, blinking up at her, one little hand clutching her apron pocket.

She laughed. 'No, no dear, not confused, just thinking. Are you alright? You're done playing outside?'

He nodded, already his hair was getting a bit too long, she noted. 'Right well that's good timing, dinner looks about ready. Be a dear and go and get your grandfather in the shed, Merlin only knows what he's tinkering with now.'

Fred giggled and ran out of the kitchen, a skip in his step. Mrs Weasley smiled as she watched him go. He was a perfect mix of both his mother and father, but sometimes, just sometimes, she could swear saw his uncle in him.

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Sorry this is so short and thanks for the continuing support, I promise the next update is only a day or two away to make up for the shortness! Ta!