Warnings; Fluff
Characters; Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Molly Weasley and Arthur Weasley
Shows; Harry Potter
Disclaimer; I can safety say I don't own Harry Potter (Even if I wish really, really hard)
Plot; the Mischief began before Hogwarts…
A/N Sorry it took my FAR too long to update *hangs head in shame*, I was having a kind of break [But writing allot of Dameron ficts] please forgive me :)
Bill wandered out for his half an hour break; he stretched his arms then scanned the room, Percy and Charlie where nowhere to be found and he wanted to play Dragon's with Charlie. He pouted lightly then spotted his two littlest brothers.
He smiled as he watched the two identical ginger boys try and push themselves to their feet, using each other as a balancing beam. Bill smiled and wandered towards them kneeling down in front of them.
He lifted both his arms then felt the twins both clasp onto his hands. He smiled and helped with a few stumbled steps towards him then watched as Fred fell backwards thankfully the padding off his nappy protecting him from hurting himself.
George upon seeing this followed in suit, then began chewing on his hand, Bill smiled and began absently talking to them, explaining Hogwarts, explaining the houses, the ghosts, the lessons, the professors.
He knew the twins wouldn't respond (Well not have a fully educated conversation with him, they'd reply with babbling or the occasional 'Shush') he, once he finished discussing Hogwarts, he moved onto Gringotts, how amazed he was by it, how much he wanted to work there when he got older.
Molly came out of the room where she did Bill's lessons. His half an hour was up and the lesson had to continue but he hadn't returned. Molly shook her head as she searching the kitchen for her eldest son.
She then spotted him, sitting with her youngest identical sons, talking to them animatedly whilst holding one of both their hands.
She smiled to herself thinking of how natural Bill was with them, with all his brothers, he loved all of them and showed that daily.
"Bill time for your lesson" she said softly seeing the boys head shoot up making his ginger mess of hair fly everywhere. She beckoned him in then smiled as she closed the door behind her.
Later, that night after all five of the boys where asleep Molly pondered in her room. She was looking at the photos of all her boys; she smiled at them and looked up at Arthur.
"Can we have another one?"