AN: So I had no intentions of finishing this story. It has been so long since I started it, and I originally had planned for it to be an epic length story. However, I was reading some fan fiction, came across a story I liked, was looking at the author's profile, and found myself listed under their favorite authors. So I reread my own story. It's been a year since I have even thought, let alone looked, at it. As I read it, I read it from an outsider's perspective. Gosh, it has been so long, I didn't even remember writing those words. My own plot surprised me. Little fluff moments made me smile. And, well, I was intrigued. How often do you come across an abandoned story and just wish you could steal it and finish it so you could keep reading more? In a way, that's what I'm doing. The only difference is that I wrote the story in the first place. Don't get your hopes up. I don't know if I will ever finish this story. I don't even know if I will ever update again. But for a moment, I was intrigued enough to write another chapter. It turned out a little shorter than I planned, but it simply exists, plot wise, to show the passage of time and the ageing of the children. Enjoy.

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"Mummy!" A shout rang out from the upstairs hall, followed by another yell and the sound of roughhousing. As Molly stood up and walked to the bottom of the staircase, a blur of blond hair and tears ran into her midsection.

"Draco!" She exclaimed, holding him at arm's length so she could examine him for obvious injuries. "What happened? What's wrong?"

He sniffled and looked up at her, wiping the tears off his face. "Ronnie." He muttered.

"Of course, sweetie. What did he do this time, hmm?" Molly asked him, holding in her laughter. The two fought like none other, but still happened to be the best of friends. They were the definition of brothers, pure and simple.

"He said I'm not a real Weasley, because I don't have red hair, and that non-red haired Weasleys get sent away and have to live with Auntie Muriel!" The poor child wept about this seemingly realistic injustice. "I don't like Auntie Muriel! She smells like cats and she pinches our cheeks!"

Molly snorted in an attempt to stifle the laughter once more. Draco looked up at her and proceeded to get even more upset. His tears were falling like a leaky faucet, his nose was starting to run, and he now had the hiccups. " Please don't make me go! Please, Mummy!"

Molly couldn't help but smile as he called her that. It was hard to believe that it was only six months ago that he had joined the family. However, the last month had been quite rough, for a completely unrelated reason. Ronnie celebrated his fifth birthday in March, and then the twins celebrated their seventh in April, and they all seemed to realize that Draco was the youngest of the boys. Ron grew to love this 'big brother' role, as he was able to pick on Draco in a way he could never pick on Ginny. As hard as Molly and Arthur tried, the boys were relentless. Needless to say, they were all looking forward to Draco's birthday in June, when everything would go back to normal, age wise at least. For now, Molly just comforted her youngest son.

"There, there" She hugged him. "You never ever will have to go live with Auntie Muriel, no matter what color your hair is, understand me?" Draco nodded his head, savoring this alone time with his mum. "Ronnie!" Molly called out. "Come down here for a moment."

Ronnie thumped down the stairs, freezing when he saw Draco's tear streaked face. He quickly turned around and started climbing back up the stairs. "Ron!" As his mum's second call, he poked his head through the banister.

"Yes, Mummy?" He asked, giving her a shy grin.

"I think you have an apology to make." Molly left it at that, knowing that Ronnie knew what to do.

"I'm sorry, Drake. I won't lie again, I promise." Draco stared back at his, before nodding his head in acceptance. "Friends again?" Ron asked, his smile hopeful.

"Yeah, I guess." Draco sighed, before brightening up. "Race you to the swing…Go!" And with that, they were off. Molly finally let out the laughter she had been holding in. As she walked into the kitchen, passing the front door, she noticed the boys' shoes still in the pile in the basket. Once again, she was thankful that the weather was warm enough for the children to run around barefoot outside.

Just as Molly was finishing cleaning up from lunch, she heard another two feet clamoring down the steps. "Mummy!" Her youngest was still only three, but she was growing before their eyes. "up!" Ginny commanded her. Molly was all too happy to oblige. After all, Ginny was the only one still small enough to be held like this. Ginny laid her head down on Molly's shoulder, and Molly heard her grumble. "No nap."

Molly clucked at her little girl, telling her "Yes nap," as she carried her to her room. Ginny was none too enthusiastic to be sleeping, so Molly rocked her in the rocking chair. Looking out the window, she could see that the twins had joined Ronnie and Draco outside. She made a mental note to check the older boys' schoolwork after she got Ginny down. Molly hummed as she rocked her baby to sleep, smiling at the playful shrieks that drifted up to the second floor window.

Meanwhile, the four youngest Weasley boys were engaged in a vicious battle.

"No!" Shouted Ron, "you can't be Harry Potter. Pick a different super hero." Draco joined in, fighting for the cause.

"Yeah, Fred. That's no fair. Harry Potter always wins. Be somebody else." Fred considered listening, if only to get the little ones to stop whining at him. His decision was made when he saw the glare on his twin brother's face. It seems he had a decision to make.

"Fine." Fred grumbled. "I'll be William the Wizard, but I better be allowed to cast spells on the bad guys, or I'm gonna go back to being Harry Potter." With these words spoken, the battle was back on.

For hours, the boys ran around, fighting off the invisible bad guys and defending the back yard. With a little bit of help from the nearby trees, sticks became their wands and swords, helping them protect themselves from evil forces. Much to Fred's excitement, it turns out William the Wizard was more than able to cast spells. Molly was almost sad when she had to call them inside for dinner. Ginny and Percy, along with Arthur, fresh home from work, were already seated around the table. Percy was entertaining his sister.

"Baby," he called out, "look at this!" He pulled out a bouncy ball out of his pocket, and dropped it onto the table of her highchair. She squealed as it bounced back up towards her face, her messy red curls falling in her face.

Molly was back from calling the others inside. All four of the younger boys ran inside still yelling, hugging their father, and pretending not to hear their mother tell them to wash their hands. Within minutes, the entire family was seated around the table, enjoying this time and food together. Soon it would be the weekend and they would have plenty of time to spend with their father. But until then, they simply explained to him each and every moment of the hours that he had missed. Over the heads of their large family, Arthur met Mollys gaze and smiled. "Surely," he thought to himself, "We must be the most blessed family in the world." Eventually, it would be time for baths and bed, but for now, they just enjoyed the time spent together.

AN: Well, that wasn't so bad. Leave me a review letting me know what you think. Should I keep this thing going?