The Twins were standing in the middle of the Room of Requirement, a small golden cauldron and three vials of potion on a desk in front of them. The room looked like part potions lab, part study and part lounge and they were wearing casual clothes that had been found in the same room mere weeks previously. They had chosen some of the more interesting things from the Room but had been dutifully filling boxes for donations meant to feed back into Hogwarts or to the second-hand shop Harry owned. It had been easy to fall into the pattern of: Keep, Repair, Donate. Dobby had acted as a go between the Hogwarts elves and the Keep chest, allowing for some new shelves to be added in the library including some interesting books and especially all old schoolbooks without personal notes that had been found in the various unclaimed trunks and piles of junk that made the "room of hidden things" the treasure throve it was. That the Room had been there since the Founders time became clear once they had cleared a good-sized portion of junk only for more junk to appear in its place. No wonder they had been finding the most interesting things as well as old school projects, partially completed master works and compendiums created by various students through the ages. Doing all this work allowed for them to get some necessary stuff in order to replace what needed to be given back to the Weasley family after the Blood adoption into the Potter family. Their keep pile had been small, compared to the wealth of stuff they donated or sold, but it had included new clothes, a myriad of books they had cleansed and soaked in potion to make usable notebooks and new shoes and ties.

The Room would serve as the Ritual Room to do the adoption, during Yule holidays and exactly seven months before their O.W.L`s as to allow the name change and other changes to settle in order to get their results already part of the Potter family. It would be much more complicated to wait and pay to redo the results at a later point, after all. And since everyone was at Hogwarts due to the ball and the Triwiz it was not necessary to perform the ritual in Arthurs Muggle plaything shed. Traditionally this ritual would make them part of the one new family, removing all traces of their old paternal line. They could, according to newer laws chose to keep the Prewitt name and Weasley name but since Harry was growing Traditionalist and they would be his brothers the option had only briefly been discussed and then binned. This would be a complete adoption that neither of them had informed Harry about, their soon to be Head of House, they knew that he expected something like this.

A notion that was confirmed when the young teen entered the room with several documents on his arm. "Thanks to my lovely elves and some goblins Potter Manor can be moved into after the school year. The second house has been moved onto the Manor property and will be turned into a full research facility with secure storage and an owlery and all that stuff. Here are the permits for your owl order business, for the business vault and the acquisition papers that will enable the goblins to start looking for a suitable shop location in Diagon over the next two and a half years. Here are the requirements for having such a shop and business and the information which permits you need for whenever you decide on what you actually want to sell and what things can be sold by one single shop when not called "curiosio"." Dropping the avalanche of documents on one of the desks in the "office" area Harry returned to them and titled his head at the oaths they had scribbled on three sheets of parchment lying next to the cauldron. "You do know that you will have to offer a parting gift to the Weasley family if we are doing these oaths?", he asked moments later. Exchanging glances, they nodded and held the inquiring gaze of those emerald orbs before Harry nodded and reread the script. The ritual itself was rather straightforward. They needed to mix their blood, fourteen drops from Harry, seven from each of them and drink the potion before sharing the blood mixture in the cauldron after saying their respective oath. Magic then would judge their earnestness and depending on their devotion to this adoption their magical signature and looks would change. There was also the chance that the Weasley Patriarch felt two members of his family leaving and while he could not fight it, unless those members were below the age of 13, he most certainly could come investigate. And if that were the case the parting gift had to be given as soon as the inquiry happened. They would also return their Weasley family wands and pick one of the Potter family ones that Harry had brought along from the vault after his most recent trip to Diagon Alley involving a pair of Slytherin students and a finalization of the Manor plans.

"Ready?", asked Fred after several moments in which nothing could be heard but the bubbling cauldrons to their left and their calm breathing.

Harry looked up and smiled at them before he picked up the athame and cut himself, counting fourteen drops of blood into the cauldron before hastily removing his hand and passed the knife on before he healed his cut and added the crushed rue and thyme. George had taken the knife and repeated the performance, being careful to not allow more than seven drops of blood to fall into the cauldron before handing the knife to Fred. Healing the cut the potioneer of the Twins reached for the final set of crushed Belladonna and unicorn horn to add to the mix. The potion bubbled, slowly changing its colour as Fred`s seventh drop fell into the mix and George stirred the potion twice widdershins. Silence had fallen over the room as Harry left to prepare the circle, checking once again that they had drawn the runes right before he begun to light the candles and the sorrel and southernwood sticks, they had dried and woven over the past months. Fred was preparing the bed and the headache potions for the next day, while removing sets of clothes that would hopefully fit them once the changes were done. George had stopped stirring, watching his brothers work and was about to fill it into the three jugs when Harry stopped him, removed a vial of clear fluid from his inner pocket and added seven drops of what were phoenix tears. Trembling at the gentle look in those emerald eyes the redhead stirred the potion fourteen more times clockwise and took a deep breath even as the raven-haired teen moved away to prepare the oaths and helped Fred in moving everything out of the backlash range of the ritual.

Once each jug was filled with the entire potion he moved, causing his brothers to do the same, taking his spot in the middle as Harry took point, one powerful item of the Potter family once belonging to a now dead member filling the remaining four points. When each of them had their jug and their respective slip of oath they exchanged one final glance, assuring each other that this would work, would change their lives and that they would still love each other even if more than magical and physical changes would happen. Nobody counted but as the wreaths of herbs began to fill the air with white smoke and the candles seemed to burn brighter, they each took the first sip and began the chant. Magic began to rise around them, forming several intangible and off-colour ropes. They kept chanting as each of them kept pausing to take three sips at specific intervals and during breaks of their binding oath. By now the ropes had turned a pulsating pink and intensified to the point of looking like various entwined ropes of white and red connecting the three of them. Once their cups were empty, they threw them out of the circle, the sign that Harry needed to drain his own jug to finish the ritual. A powerful pulse went through the bond and swept over the boundaries of the circle, rattling the phials and other loose stuff in the room before the magical cord turned an ocean blue. Slowly, like mist a silver wolf rose above Harry and howled at them before splitting into two and running directly into the Twins. The wolf was the Potter family Magic manifestation. It represented the things this family stood for: autonomy, community, confidence, cunning, ferocity, instinct, mystery, protection, willpower, strength. Despite the impact neither Twin moved as the ritual took effect. It only ended when Magic had judged their choices and Family magic answered the pleas causing the former Weasley Twins to collapse into sleep. Harry caught them with a spell and levitated them into the bed. Once the Twins were secured in bed, he removed his shoes and slipped into the bed as well, the exhaustion already pulling at his awareness.

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Arthur Weasley sat up, gasping. He had gone to bed with his wife two hours ago, exhausted from the day at work and overjoyed at a Christmas spent with his eldest sons. The off-colour pink flamingo representing the Weasley family magic was slowly fading from his view. It took him another moment to realise that he was missing two threads of the eight representing the members of his family. Molly, bless her, was a deep sleeper, so he easily managed to slip out from the bed and down the stairs without waking her. And since the trick step only activated with the children at home, he did not need to be mindful of that. It took some time before he found the book he needed and some more time before he found an explanation for what he woken him. Rereading the relevant passages, the patriarch of the Weasley family realized that he felt lighter now, only marginally sad and was already contemplating his next move. Since the Family magic had let the Twins go, Magic had judged their decision and plea as accepted. It meant that whoever took them in had shown that they were worthy of their love and respect. That he was now feeling relieved meant that this family had seen the Twins as a burden and source of exasperation. It also meant that he could do nothing about it. Molly would be unable to send her usual howler since she would not be publicly shaming her own children. Sighing softly, he rose and began to make them coffee. He did feel a bit better knowing that Bill and Charlie would be arriving in a few hours, both of them on leave from work for the next week. He would have to wait for the Ministry owl to inform him of whom the Twins now belonged to before addressing a formal letter of invitation to them. While the Twins would be called upon to present a parting gift it was not their duty to contact them for it. The ball was in his corner and if he did not send an invitation, he would forever pass up an opportunity to discuss their reasons with his former sons.

He was absorbed by the thoughts in his mind that he failed to notice when Molly came down, wearing her favourite pink house coat and watching him with one eyebrow raised. They had been married for nearly twenty-three years and they usually did not need to verbalize all of their thoughts or emotions. When one considered this, it was hardly surprising that his wife took one look at him, at the book in front of him and sat down in order to read. Gently squeezing her shoulder, he rose to prepare each of them a cup of coffee. It was a sign of how large the effect of relief was, that Molly Weasley nee Prewitt merely took a sip of her coffee and growled a bit at the book before getting up to stomp through the room. By the time their older sons arrived she was calm enough to sit at the table and listen to what had happened in the early morning hours. When the Ministry owls arrived, Molly had just begun to ask the two older sons why they had exchanged such troubled looks upon hearing the news. While Bill and Charlie held a whispered conversation Arthur relieved the owls of their burden, fed them some left over bacon and ripped the seal of the first letter open.

"Dear Mister Weasley,

We of the Ministry congratulate

George Edward Potter

For the successful adoption into a Noble and Ancient House.

Forthwith this fifteen year old young man has no relation to the House of Weasley and will be forwarding a parting gift as dictated by custom.

As per Paragraph 245 of the Wizenmagot Law the tuition for Mr. Potter has been reclaimed into your vault.

We wish you a good day and best of luck

Madame Parkinson

Inheritance department

Family matters"

The second letter was the same but stated the successful adoption of "Frederick Aiden Potter" and both letters had been read by everyone on the table when another owl swooped in, this time from Gringotts informing them of the incoming money of five years of Hogwarts tuition- two and a half per former son. Molly was bug eyed, staring at the letters as her hands shook while his eldest sons once again exchanged a troubled look and scrutinised them, leading Arthur to assume that the changes had been physical as well. Or it might be the lack of steam emitting from his wife`s ears that had given the game away. He had raised his sons with the Traditions of old but never felt the need to enforce them, and by the time the Twins came around he had stopped the education and nightly tales. That was why he had to search the Tome about Family magic and read about what had happened while his two eldest, one curse breaker and one Dragon handler both professions deeply intwined with Tradition, had not even needed to detailed rundown. And while they never talked about it, he knew as well as his wife did that this was why he was considered a blood traitor by all of Magical Britain. They not only scorned and ignored tradition but also had no political leaning outside of following Albus Dumbledore which bespoke his overall lack of ambition just like his preference of sticking with his department. "At least we can safely assume that none of us expected this to happen...", began Charly dryly and this set off Molly briefly before they began to delve into the deeper implications and what to do now.

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While the red headed blood traitors sat around their kitchen table, discussing matters of formality they had never really taken much interest in a fat brown rat scurried through the open fields and villages of Scotland. It kept stopping to change into and equally fat and even less impressive man, collecting utensils, food and whatever else was necessary for survival before he returned into a common rat and made his way into Little Hangleton. Inside an old, abandoned Manor sat a green tinged baby, wrapped in several blankets and in an unusual contemplative mood. The construct, made from ritual and magic was propped in an armchair and its bloodred eyes had cleared. For once Tom Marvolo Riddle had stopped his nearly inaudible mutters filled with insane ideas and hatred, causing the large dark scaled snake he had found himself deeply attached to come investigate. "Master?", hissing she noted that the construct was half lying on the chair, lacking all control over the muscles. Used to this she wrapped herself around it and began to carefully tuck, putting the child upright again. "Thank you, my beautiful", the man stuck in a necromantic construct hissed, utterly perturbed at his mental state.

Nagini, who had never heard such words before decided to keep herself wrapped around her master, hoping to assert whether he was sick. Tom, realizing why the snake didn`t move began to stroke over the dark scales with one of his tiny little hands and sunk into much deeper contemplation. Such was the scene that the rat found, having arrived hours earlier and successfully busied himself with millions of other things before he needed to announce his return.

"Pettigrew… come here" wincing he obeyed, not aware of the gleam in those eyes, too happy about the lack of curse thrown his way. Tom was grinning internally, his entire being filled with one simple purpose. And as Peter Pettigrew drew closer the pale wand was held ready before the Dark Lord voldemort put his little ugly green hand on the Dark Mark brunt into his skin and whispered "mine". Peter had no chance as the Dark Lord called on the Dark Mark, his slave brand and asked for all he was and all he had. He couldn`t even give one last scream before his consciousness was silenced forever and someone else filled the void.

The snake watched, as the body she had been wrapped around turned into flakes of ash and the fat man bowed before the chair rose. No sign was left of the insecure, whimpering posture even as he flexed all the muscles, stretched all his limbs, and did some rather weird movements. Unfazed by the switch of body she flicked her tongue, checking to confirm before she lunged, being caught more or less elegantly by the fat fingers. "If you could do that, why didn`t you, master?"

The question of his beloved snake caused Tom to pause, still mentally checking the physiology of the body he had just claimed. The Dark Mark had turned all those arrogant aristocratic pure bloods into his slaves. Their mind, their magic, their bodies belonged to him. He had created the mark, had woven the spells and invented the ritual while calling it "initiation" and still, when he felt his body give beneath the rebounding killing course, he had not reached for them. "I do not know", answering he began to look around in this house he despised. What was he doing here? Had he not sold the property? Why wouldn`t he? But casting through his memories was beyond him, realizing that he would need to assimilate those of Peter first. Slowly he turned and began to explore, intend on finding a bathroom in order to take a long hot soaking bath for the first time in so long he could not recall the last one.

Telling Nagini to go hunting he carefully avoided looking into a mirror and instead began to fill the tub with hot water. Even taking the body of such a low powered wizard had energized him more than inhabiting a ritually made necromantic construct ever could. Searching the medicine cabinet, he ignored the ugly face with bloodred eyes looking back at him and instead removed all the healing balms that he miraculously had and that weren`t past their due date and added them into the boiling water. Once the potions had mixed and turned into another potion, more potent than each on their own he waited until it became a pale blue colour and added cold water. Then he began to undress and stepped into the bathtub, allowing himself to be submerged before he let all the memories kept at bay consume his entire awareness. Snippets of insane ramblings, questioning of a Ministry official, the years before entering the Potter`s cottage, the years lived with the Weasley family, and all the decade's worth of information gained by watching and listening as a rat to everyone around him.

When he was sure that he had a handle on them, that he could make sense of them he surfaced and rose out of the healing bath, sneering at its near black colour before he let it all drain away in order to refill the tub with normal water. Adding soap, he once again stepped into the bathtub allowing the live of Peter Pettigrew to play out in his mind, filing away the secrets collected and all information penetrating to the magical world at large. Taking special notice of the glimpses of Dumbledore, the other teachers and all the snippets of conversation of teenagers and adults caught by the rat. It was odd to realize, narrated in a lifetime of his branded slave, that Albus Dumbledore had grown old and that the man had always found at least one child in his care to mistrust and take special interested in. Usually two, one favoured and the other met with suspicions. Potter and Black were the examples Peter had an unhealthy interest in and had kept following to their meetings with the Headmaster.

Circling through the memories he intended to keep he then cast his mind to a much harder issue. His own memories. Those of his childhood and early years in Hogwarts stood in stark contrast to those after he had found the book about Horuxes. They were dulled and also inconsistent as if something had altered his perception. He was still milling over this when he got out, drained the tub and dried himself, unable to let go of the issue and aware that he had missed something important while an impatient, impertinent, too obvious teenager. The realization hit while he was busy finding the best clothes Peter had owned and repairing them. Horuxes. Gripping his wand tightly he nearly broke it by sheer force as the enormity of what he had done hit home. "Do not dabble in the Dark arts, my boy. It is a slippery slope without proper caution", Slughorn had said looking like a man who had realized this too late himself. But he`d been angry at the world, angry at himself and angry at his less than stellar parentage. Impatient to change it all, to make them pay. He had ignored the signs because no one could actually know anything, too caught up in his own importance to realize that he might not have been the first nor the last teenager to feel exactly like that and choose exactly that path. Sneering in disgust he cursed colourfully in various languages, carefully to stick to human ones. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Typical teenager. No better than the rest and as it had turned out less than equal when it came to matters of heritage and blood.

He hated them, all of them these sneering, pestering, snivelling fools and once he had them in his pocket, he made them bow and plead like the useless worms they were. Only he had lost the drive for change then, the honest intent to make this world something he could be proud of. His own kingdom governed by his rules and free of those fools, branded or not. He had let hatred and bitterness consume him. Slipping into the clothes the Dark Lord gave a sharp unhappy laugh, leaving the room to begin collecting all the things he could not leave here without. As he went his mind whirled, connecting dots and allowing memories to surface doing the calculations he had been too impertinent to care for as a dumb teenager feeling like his skin was crawling with ants. Packing everything worth selling he cast his mind inward, searching for that part of him that used to scheme and plot. Trying to find some immediate purposes beyond gaining financial means.

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Arthur had booked a room at the Three Broomsticks the following weekend. That was why they were sitting in their rented room at noon the day before Yule when the door opened to admit Harry James Potter, wearing his family robes, and holding the door for the two young men behind him. Their hair was now walnut brown sporting an wings-cut and their freckles completely gone. They both wore formal well cared for good quality robes and equally good quality trousers and shoes. "Why?"

Molly had sat next to her husband, watching the trio of young man enter and even though she had been prepared for it and accepted it she still had to ask. Harry, who had closed the door and cast some security spells at it stood behind the Twins, clearly only offering emotional support. The Twins, now looking less wild and much calmer than he could remember seeing them met their eyes, one by one. The one with the darker eyes decided to answer.

"Let me counter that, Mrs. Weasley. What is Fred Weasleys favourite colour?"

They blinked. "Red."

A sad smile was their answer before the other twin took over.

"What if his favourite food?"

"Roast beef?"

Another sad little smile before both of them had placed two trunks on the table between the two parties in the room.

"Besides answering all of the questions wrong..."

"which, to be fair we knew you would..."

"we also knew that you never could tell us apart"

"Well, it was a bit hard seeing as you looked exactly the same!"

"Begging your pardon, Ma'am. But George`s eyes have always been darker than Fredericks and the latter has always had a mole on his left collarbone.", Harry Potter said from behind them in a soft voice trying to calm the agitation now cursing through the Twins causing them to visibly relax and nod to confirm these words leaving all four Weasleys to just stare at them.

"How have the teachers and students reacted?"

"Quite frankly it took them some time to realize that the Weasley twins weren`t missing…"

"It was less of a reaction with the teachers, probably because they got notified by the ministry what with the funds being withdrawn and paid again…"

"We`re still shocked that Dumbledore hasn`t called Harrison for a chat about it."

"Actually, he wouldn`t do that. He tends to wait with those chats until I am already halfway to the train or badly wounded and or exhausted. He might decide to visit the Burrow, though."

"That does not sound like you trust the Headmaster, Mr. Potter", began Bill and earned a wry smile and two eyerolls for this trouble.

"You mean the man who placed me on a doorstep in November with a blanket and a letter after sending his lackey to remove me from my godfather's arms against all laws of the land? Who keeps sending me back to blood relations that have repeatedly informed me that I have to earn my keep, am a worthless drain on their livelihood happiness and that even though I cook for them none of the food is fit for "a freak" like me? And please feel free to quote all of this at Albus Dumbledore verbatim."

"Dumbledore would never...", Molly began and was silenced by one of the Potter Twins. "There are still bars in the shack. The bars we had to rip from his window to get Harry out."

The teen in question stepped forward, looking at them before he met Arthurs eyes. "We are not here to discuss me, though, Mr. Weasley. I have adopted the Twins as my brothers and that makes them eligible to Inherit the Prewitt line. While unexpected both decided to leave the decision about this with you. Included in the Prewitt Line are two flats in London, one cottage in Wales and the things that have been put into the vault as a means to keep them safe."

Here the teen just stopped, standing between the Twins who had each removed a folder and a scroll respectively, handing both over to Molly and Charlie. "I claimed the family Line but since Fabian and Gideon would have given it all to their sister, we would like to know if allowing the family to lapse into oblivion while the actual vault goes to the Weasley`s would be acceptable to you?"

"Or we could put it in trust as bride prize alongside the money and the cottage for Ginevra. If we do that Charly can be the trustee until the vault and title are needed."

"This would only work if Ginny falls in love with an untitled pureblood or a old line half blood, though?", asked Bill, looking the proposal over.

"Not in this case since we are Inheritors and of Noble and Ancient status. With the claiming if the Line and Vault the Inheritance laws adjusted to the new regulations meaning that Ginny can Inherit it all plus title of Lady Prewitt as long as one of her children is magical in the case of a marriage to a muggle born boy."

"I will take the stewardship, if possible. Are you handing it all over as a part of the parting gift?"

"No, this actually is a gift of House Potter to the minor House of Weasley and excludes all potions supplies found in the Prewitt holdings and vault. I tried to talk them into keeping the second family line but found myself unsuccessful. Nevertheless, I do not see why they should make it part of their parting gift when the Noble and ancient House of Potter can instead gift this to the Minor House of Weasley and consider all ties ended, effective immediately, upon signing of the contract. This will also ensure that the deeds to the Burrow and the land it sits upon will be removed from trust and handed over after collecting one final instalment."

That was a blow they had not been expecting. But Harry wasn`t finished yet. "You have constantly expected the worst of my twins. Can`t name them apart, can`t name their favourite things and only ever complained about their chosen field of profession. Yes, they are dastardly pranksters but how were you expecting to curb their more cruel urges when all you kept doing was publicly shaming them? How could you demand they calm down when their own mother prefers to scream atop of her lungs without even hearing them out first? I do not wish to have ties with your family but concede that my brothers would be happier if we resolved this peacefully. That said, if you do not take this generous offering House Potter will still server all ties with House Weasley today."

"So, you`d take our house?", asked Bill since all other Weasleys were still reeling from seeing a completely different side of the Boy-Who-Lived. "Of course not. You`d be able to pay the open instalments and properly buy the land it stands on. It`s not like your funds are all that dire at the moment. It would be a simple matter of calculating the remaining amount and divide it into four consecutive payments within the next year. My aim is disassociation, not ruination. I am perfectly happy having my Twins."

"I`d like to discuss this with my family…", Arthur added after silence had descended over the room. The Twins shrugged and cast a privacy shield around them, all three Potters moving to the other end of the room and settling down on conjured bean sacks while playing round of exploding snap with cards the left Twin had removed from a coat pocket as the right twin removed three butterbeer from another coat pocket. Arthur watched the trio play while joking with each other before he began to listen to the heated debate between his wife and sons.

"I hate to say this, but these are really good terms."

"I still can`t believe that we got all the questions wrong. I wanted to scream that the boy didn`t know the answers either but now I`m glad I didn`t. What would it mean to severe ties, though?"

"Well, we would never be invited to Potter Manson, any social events they hosted or allowed to marry into the family."

"On the other hand Ginny`s future would be secure and we would own the burrow and the land, meaning that we could expand the house and change the grounds like you wanted to."

"It would also mean that, depending on what their parting gift is, all our debts could be paid well before Ginny leaves Hogwarts and our standing as family would be elevated back in the eyes of society. We`d still be blood traitors but not poor and not in debt."

"It would also mean that you boys would not need to help us out financially and that I could actually restart my education before getting myself a job.", Molly added after they had fallen silent, contemplating what it would mean to sign the documents currently in their hands.

It quite honestly was a decision that could not be made within a few moments since this kind of break meant that no Weasley could ever marry a Potter, be employed by a Potter, or do business with a Potter. That they had felt younger merely by having the Twins gone from their consciousness had made it easier to accept the loss of family members. But seeing them now and feeling their lack of agitation which, they had firmly believed was just a permanent state of being from those two meant that their world had just turned on an axis. And being offered owning the land after one final instalment plus the Prewitt title and money for Ginny as a means to assure a Family Magic approved Oath of Distance just shattered all he thought to be true about the Twins and Harry Potter.

"If we agree to this will we be enacting an Oath of distance and if so, will the family be okay?"

"The way it was worded I assume that the Oath will be the case. Then again we might need an Oath of secrecy to not reveal the conclusion of this meeting until after this year is done."

"No, Dad, I meant: Will there be repercussions since Albus Dumbledore has asked Mum to help Harry on the train and has asked the family to take the boy in. As in are you sure you can tell Dumbledore about this and explain why Harry won`t be visiting ever again?"

Bill`s words actually made him look at his wife, finding himself unable to articulate any kind of response.

"Because we all need to be aware that you both look younger, meaning that even though we knew nothing of the Twins to the point of being unable to tell them apart this family also viewed them as a burden. Their very existence was drawing your energy levels. Can we afford to not take this overly generous offering seeing as Potter took them in and looked like he`d rather ruin us than aid us?"

"Well, if all it took to tame them was to learn how to tell them apart...", Molly began but stopped, blushing as her words spoken and unspoken revibrated around them. They had spent fifteen years of their lives being unable to tell their children apart.

"I think we need to take those Olive branches, Dad", Bill finally said after having a silent conversation with Charlie.

"And then we make sure that every other Weasley stays the hell away from the Potters."

Nodding he met Molly's eyes and they prepared to join the room at large again, noting that the trio of brothers had moved from exploding snap to a discussion involving ten floating books, one open notebook and various haphazardly signed runes and arithmetic formula plus some occasional wild flipping through one or more of the books surrounding them. When Arthur let their silence bubble drop they still failed to hear the conversation between the trio, but they did notice the books slowly being called into the shoulder bag of the raven haired teen as the Twins kept discussing the matter, adding some scribbles into their notebook. Meanwhile Harry Potter had risen, was looking around and casting repairing charms at the areas that had been burnt or otherwise ruined in the past hour either through the game or some random other events he had not paid any attention to. It took less than five minutes before the Twins exchanged a glance, nodded, added another set of scribbles and closed the book which then vanished into the backpack of the left Twin while the right disabled the protective barrier around them and Harry Potter stepped forward, meeting their eyes one after the other before stopping some four steps in front of the table that still held the two trunks and met the brown eyes of Arthur Weasley. What Arthur saw in those emerald eyes made him glad that they had already seen the likelihood of great disaster if he didn`t agree to this and he was unsurprised when neither Twin moved until all documents were signed by himself, Molly, Bill, Charlie, and Lord Harrison James Potter using a blood quill. When the silver wolf flashed around all three Potters and the pink flamingo flashed around the four Weasleys the Boy-Who-Lived pocketed his documents, ensuring to leave a copy for them to file later and stepped to the side. Only then did the Twins move forward, looking relieved. The right Twin then stepped toward the trunk and tapped it with a Willow wood wand. "This trunk holds all of the books we owned. Including the books from this year. It also holds all the notebooks, parchment scrolls, inkwells and quills we never used or managed to repair. There`s also all the other random school and office related stuff we have been collecting and experimenting with."

Which in itself drove home the fact that while the Twins made a lot of stuff explode, they never had to buy new material because of them. Arthur winced internally at that thought.

"The trunk`s were things we got with some of the money we made and collected while still part of the Weasley family with the allowance of said family."

He was so busy wincing internally about the fact that his former son said that aware that Molly had been preparing to ask where they got the obviously well-kept second-hand trunks he completely missed this two older sons look gravelly at the entire explanation.

"Your old trunk that we have been sharing is in there somewhere too.", the young man added before stepping away. Before they could comprehend the things that had been said the second Twin stepped forward and tapped an Alder wood wand against the second trunk. It was the shock of seeing such different woods that drove home just how little he had known his sons. Molly was gripping the hand she was holding tighter too since they had just given the twins the wands of Fabian and Gideon which were of the same wood but with different Augury feathers. "In here are all our clothes and shoes. We already soaked them in the necessary potions so they should be good to go. The same goes for our potions kit and supplies which we kept stocked up at any time. Also, some games we took from the burrow or got gifted, all the Weasley jumpers and the stress balls we made plus the cooling box we used and some furniture from our various storage areas all over the castle. And also, of course, the wands and our Quidditch gear and brooms. Harrison also included all the Weasley jumpers he has been given we redid the charms on our two diaries after removing what was inside, so they`re good to go too." It meant that they did not need to stock up on parchment as they had feared that Ginny could get a newer used wand, that they could give one broom to Ron and replace the old broken one in their shed with the second. It also meant that Ron would get several sets of newer clothes, and they had some extra material for something new for everyone else. And depending on how many and which books were found they could exchange some of them for a roll of fabric or two as to allow Molly to make new dresses and such for Ginny and herself. And if all of that was true then they might be able to expand the Burrow which meant they could finally add that second bathroom they had dreamed of, especially with the property now being theirs for sure and eternity. And because his oldest two were home he even had help for all of this.

Molly was trying really hard to stop the blood flow in his entire right hand while Bill and Charlie looked like they planned to attend a funeral, both of them checking over the Twins who stood one step behind their Head of House like any Noble born raised in Tradition would, looking utterly calm and merely waiting for the cue to leave now that they were officially done. "As far as we could discern this is the complete parting gift, including the money my brothers had either given to them by you or earned through their owl business conducted during summer holidays." They all were aware that the Trio had gone well beyond what Tradition demanded by making sure everything was useful and "ready to go", making this above board to the point of impossibility to feel slighted. Not that it would do them any good with being miffed at a higher House unless they wanted to sink even lower despite the ability to finally pay off their debts. The Twins were patiently, silently waiting and Harry, once he had waited to allow the words to sink in, said his goodbyes not even bothering to pretend that he cared about the discussions and very much aware that they would upturn the trunks in order to check their insides. Each Twin gave a nod to Bill and Charly and a calm "Bye" before they followed their Head of House without one glance back.

Taking a deep breath as the door closed, he looked at his wife who was trembling in the seat beside him, unshed tears glimmering in her eyes as this final stand had driven home beyond doubt that these were strangers moving in circles far above theirs.

By unspoken agreement Charlie left moments later to order them some food and something to drink while the other three began to unpack the trunks to sort through it all. The more they unearthed the clearer it became that his suspicions were confirmed. Molly was beyond hiding her shame and sadness as one book after the other kept surfacing including one set of clothes after the other, each well-kept and already prepared for further use. The Twins brooms and care kits were by far the most expensive of the things they found but everything else had made them rich beyond measure. The insides of the trunks alone would mean a stop on school supplies and other such necessities plus some additional spending money for the Food acquisition that would allow him to repay a bit more than usual on his debts. But they also had a vault and title for Ginny, meaning the girl was taken care of for her whole life judging by the glance he got at the folder about the Prewitt estate Bill had been flipping through. That and the repayment of several years of Hogwarts tuition meant that all debts could be paid, the property bought, and the expansion started without them needing to turn each sickle twice.

The meal arrived just as they begun sorting through the piles in order to decide what to keep and what to sell in order to split up and start doing the same with their household. That way they could add some extra galleons to the expansion even as he went to make the payments and update his Ledger into the black numbers for the first time in several decades.