A/N: And we are back again. This is another condensed chapter, and I apologize for that. I am currently bouncing between all my stories, trying to update as much as possible.

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George Weasley loved being an uncle almost as much as he loved being a father. He spoiled all his nieces and nephews just as much as he spoiled his own two kids. And he made sure that every single kid in their huge, outrageously perfect family knew that they could come to Uncle George with anything, no matter what.

He loved everyone in his family. They were like no one else. Each one of them was special, unique, and, George thought, that's what being a Weasley was all about.

George looked into the box of letters, still very full, and saw one that particularly caught his eye. There were two sets of handwriting on the envelope, one in smaller cursive and the other in a larger, darker font. George smirked and he reached to pull the letter out of the bin.

No two girls had ever really taken the world by storm like Molly II and Lucy Weasley. His older brother Percy had been terrified of having a girl when Audrey had first announced her pregnancy. George, who had already had Roxanne and Fred by this point, sat his older brother down.

"George, what if it's a girl? I don't know how to deal with girls! I –I mean all I had were brothers. Ginny doesn't count – you know she doesn't count. Don't tell her I said that. George, you know I'm a mess with girls. I screwed up with Penelope, and it' a miracle Audrey managed to fall in love with me in the first place. What if –"

"Percy, stop. Calm down. For one, you two don't have any idea what the gender of the baby is, so worrying about it now is pointless. Second of all, what if it is a girl? I'm sure she'll love you just as much as the rest of us. And that is a hell of a lot. Your daughter will adore you. And for the record, you don't screw up with girls. You didn't screw up with Audrey, and now look. You're about to be a father, and give Mum even more grandchildren to spoil."

George smiled as he remembered Percy's elation when the baby turned out to be a girl, and he had brought out little Lucy Willow Weasley out to meet the world. And then, it happened again, and then there was Molly Chrysanthemum Weasley II. George had never seen his mother filled with that much pride all at once.

Percy had ultimately thrived as a father, the role of being the know – it – all to his little girls suiting him perfectly. And, George surmised, he was about to see how much those girls really did look up to their daddy as he opened their letter.

Dear Uncle Fred,

My name is Lucy. And my name is Molly. Molly II, actually. I was named after Grandma Weasley. Molly, stop writing over my lines! Get your own letter! No, you said we could write one together and make it special! Fine. But stop grabbing the paper. Let's start over. Okay.

Those first few lines were scratched out sloppily, though George could still read them. He laughed just imagining his two headstrong nieces trying to write one letter from the both of them, Lucy with her perfect penmanship and Molly with her untidy scrawl. The two of them together reminded George greatly of how he used to be with Fred (though he and Fred never fought half as much as the girls did).

George rolled his eyes as he skimmed further down the page to where the letter seemingly started over again, this time much neater.

Hello Uncle Fred. My name is Lucy, and I am writing this letter with my sister, Molly. We're your nieces! Our father is your older brother, Percy. Mum says he used to be a Ministry of Magic employee before we were born, but he quit a long time ago because it broke him. I never really understood what that meant until recently.

Dad told us that you were killed right next to him during that big battle nineteen years ago., and he says it was because of him. No one agrees with him, and Mum gets really angry whenever he brings it up. It being his fault, I mean. But I guess it doesn't matter, does it, what everyone else thinks? What do you think?

Do you blame my Dad?

Uncle Fred, please don't hate my Dad. He's really great now. He doesn't work for Mum's boss anymore, and actually is a Professor at Hogwarts, now. He's really good, too. He teaches History with Professor Binns, and also runs the new Career Counseling office there for fifth years and above.

He's not a "pompous arse" or a "Humungous Bighead" anymore, Uncle Fred. (We might have overheard Uncle George and Dad talking once). We didn't have a whole lot to say besides asking you to forgive our dad, and maybe finding someway to let him know? Thanks.

Oh, so, before Lucy wraps up, I want to make sure you know about me and Lucy. She was born a year before me, and actually looks a lot like Mum. And she's the smart one, with her glasses and books and her nerdy Ravenclaw friends. (Hey!) But she's a Gryffindor, like me! I guess you could say that I'm more of a wild card, and if I'm not with my friends, Thomasine Jordan or Rae Longbottom, then I'm in the kitchens with the house elves. They're actually a lot of fun. My favorite is this sweet little female named Winky. Dad and Uncle George say that you used to sneak to the kitchens all the time. Did you know her?

Anyways, while Lucy looks a lot like our Mum, people have told me I look like my grandma, who I'm named after. Molly. Molly Weasley.

She cried, according to Mum, when Dad came out of Saint Mungo's delivery room and announced that his second daughter was to be named Molly. Apparently, though, if either Molly or I were boys, he wanted to name us Fred, but we weren't and Uncle George got the honor to name his own son that.

Fred Jr. is my favorite cousin! He's so funny and he and I always beat Lucy and Roxanne at Quidditch in the summer.

Mum is calling us to hurry up. She has to send our owl, Talulia, to Grandma with our letters now. So I'm going to say goodbye now. Me, too.

Goodbye, Uncle Fred.

Bye. Love,

Lucy and Molly.