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Weasley's The Name

(okay, I already posted this…but I changed a part of it because it's going to be vital for the later chapters…sorta)

"JACOB ARTHUR WEASLEY!" Hermione Granger-Weasley screamed from her kitchen. Her curly brown hair was pulled into a very unruly bun, and her blue spring dress fit snuggly around her curves.

Ron sat at the table, squeezing his eyes shut at the sound of his wife's high-pitched voice. He wore a tight red t-shirt and khaki cargo pants, his red hair short. Emily Weasley covered her ears, waiting for her mother's next scream. Her red curls bounced on her shoulders as she peeked one eye at her mother.

"COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" The woman of the house screamed.

A couple of thuds could be heard coming down the stairs, and in the doorway of the kitchen appeared a rather tall soon to be eleven-year old. He smiled brightly, his two front teeth a bit larger than they should've been.

"Yes Mum?" He said sweetly, putting his hands behind his back. Hermione placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. Jacob's eyes widened, he knew the stare she was giving him. Ron and Emily tried to hold their laughter in, but Hermione sent them the look as well, and they stopped immediately.

"Where's your brother?" She asked, though it sounded more like a statement. Jacob's face became confused at the question, and somewhat relieved.

"I really have no idea. Why?" Jacob said, without stuttering. Hermione narrowed her eyes.

"Because he was supposed to be at Uncle Harry's house twenty minutes ago to pick up some other books, and Harry just popped in and asked where he was." Hermione smirked. "Now I know for a fact that he did not go through Floo Powder because I was sitting in the living room in front of the fireplace. That means he never left this house. Where is he?"

At that, a thud was heard above them, and Hermione sent Jacob a nasty look.

"If I find him tied up, you will not get that owl, do you hear me?" She growled. Ron stood up as well, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Hermione stormed up the stairs and he stayed with his son.

"Just tell me what you did, so I can tell ya how she's gonna react." He asked softly, knowing that his son was up to no good. Ron knew better than getting angry, because Hermione was already the Queen of Anger when it came to Jacob. It was incredible how he reminded the two of Fred and George; it also scared them.

"Dad, seriously, I didn't do anything to Anthony, I thought Mum was screaming about those headless dolls of Emily's…"

"WHAT?!" Emily shrieked, rushing past her father and brother and up the stairs. Jacob snickered and Ron grabbed his ear.

"Ow!" He squealed. Ron rolled his eyes and the two trudged up the stairs.

There was another thud, and Hermione stopped in front of Anthony's room. Due to the conflicting personalities of the twins, they needed to be separated. Jacob's room was right across the hallway, the door singed from his many…er…experiments.

Hermione knocked softly on her son's door, and waited for a response. She heard what sounded like a scramble to the door, and then it slowly creaked open. Anthony's head peered out and he smiled shyly.

"Hullo Mum." He said softly. Hermione's temper eased as she realized her son didn't look like he was in any pain.

"G'day Anthony, what are you doing in there?" She asked nicely, pushing the door open.

Anthony wrung his hands together and shrugged his shoulders.

"I was um, studying, actually." He said softly, following his mother to his desk. Hermione picked up a rather large red book that was called The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by: Quentin Trimble. It was flipped open near the very end. Pieces of parchment were scattered around his desk, all containing notes of various techniques. Another large book lay on the floor.

"Oh Anthony, did you read all of this today? Hedwig just delivered it this morning!" Her son's face reddened to the shade of his hair.

"Well, I thought that since Uncle Harry is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, that, well, I should know everything before I see him. Plus, I still have a chapter or two left, I didn't read it all."

Hermione smiled softly at her studious son. Yes, she was no one to say that this was studying a bit too much, but now that she saw how nervous and anxious her son was, she didn't want him to be exactly like her.

"If you keep this up, you'll be sorted in to Ravenclaw, you smart little thing." She chuckled, putting her arms around his shoulders.

Anthony looked away from her, his face reddening even more.

"Would…would you and Dad be mad if I was put into Ravenclaw?" He asked softly, not daring to look up at his mother. Hermione's eyes widened at the question, and she really didn't know what to say.

"Oh, oh, er, no sweetheart. If the Sorting Hat wants to put you in Ravenclaw, then go to Ravenclaw." She sat down on his bed, and pulled her son on her knee. He was definitely getting too big for this; he and Jacob had inherited Ron's height. "Do you want to be in Ravenclaw, Anthony?"

Her son fidgeted and leaned his head on Hermione's shoulder.

"I don't know, Mum. I really don't think I'm brave like Jacob, or Uncle Harry and you and Dad…oh, I'm going to be the first Weasley not in Gryffindor!" Tears streaked down his cheeks and he buried his head in his mother's shoulder.

"Oh, sweetie, there's nothing to worry about!" She ran her hand through his curly red hair. "You could start a new tradition, show the world that Weasley's are not only brave, but intelligent as well!"

"Who ever said we weren't intelligent?" The two looked up and saw Ron leaning on the doorframe, smiling softly. "Ravenclaw, huh?" He asked. Anthony blushed, and nodded softly. "That sounds great."

Jacob peered in from behind his father, trying to see what they were talking about.

"What's going on here?" He asked, but Ron put a strong arm around his son's shoulders, and kept him at his side.

"Nothing, did you fix Emily's dolls?" Ron asked, staring down at his troublesome son. Jacob rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Emily's dolls?" Hermione asked, looking from Jacob to Ron. The two then blushed and just shook their heads.

August 29th

"Aw Mum, do we have to get all these books? Can't Anthony and I share?" Jacob moaned as his mother placed two copies of - The Standard Book of Spells Grade 1 by: Miranda Goshawk on the already high pile in his arms.

"You don't know if you and your brother are going to be in the same classes, now do you?" Hermione said, exasperated with her son.

"Oh, he's going to be in Gryffindor." Jacob said knowingly. Hermione sent him a sly look.

"And how do you know that?" She asked, peering over the shelves for the next book. Jacob shrugged and followed his mother.

"Because he's my twin, we have to be in the same house." He said with confidence. Hermione shook her head as she reached up to grab A History of Magic by: Bathilda Bagshot.

"That's not true Jake. When I was at school, one of my roommates, Parvati, had a twin, Padma. Padma was in Ravenclaw."

Jacob's eyes widened softly.

"Oh." He said simply. His blue eyes fell to the floor as he continued to follow his mother. Hermione watched him out of the corner of his eyes, knowing that Jacob would truly miss his brother.

"No worries, you'll have a few classes together, if it does happen." She said, looking at him lovingly.

"Okay." Was all he said. He followed his mother around a little more until he found a table to drop them all off. His mother became involved in a conversation with the bookkeeper, and she basically ignored the fact that Jacob had drifted towards the back of the store.

He wandered into the section of Quidditch books, where he stared dreamily at the many books about the numerous techniques to the sport. The young Weasley could not wait for the day when he could try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He often dreamed about being the team's Keeper, like his father, and even one day becoming Captain.

"Omph." A grunt was heard near the end of the aisle. Jacob turned to see a silvery blonde boy was lying on the ground, with a huge blue book on his chest. The boy turned to him, his eyes pleading for help.

Jacob came over slowly and groaned as he heaved the book of off the boy.

"Merlin! What were you doing with such a big book?" Jacob exclaimed, wiping the dust off of the cover, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by: Phyllida Spore. "You need it for Herbology or something?" He asked, sitting down and flipping through the pages of the book.

The blonde boy sat up and shrugged. He rubbed his pointy nose and stared at Jacob with his light blue eyes.

"I don't exactly need it, but it's my favorite subject, and I thought I'd impress Professor Sprout with some cool facts. Thanks for helping me. My brothers…well, they kind of hate Professor Sprout…and McGonnagal…and all the other teachers besides Snape."

"So, what year are you in?" Jacob asked, closing the book and pushing it towards the boy. He didn't understand why his brother's hated all those teachers.

"I'm in second year, my name's Malcolm, by the way." He put out his hand, and after a second of debating, Jacob shook his hand.

"I'm Jacob, this will be my first year at Hogwarts. I'm really excited, but my mum is making me get all these books…I hope there's time for fun." He smirked and sighed.

"No worries mate, it isn't as hard as the older kids make it out to be, they're just trying to scare you. Which house are you think you're going to be in?" Malcolm asked, struggling as he tried to stand up with the book, but he couldn't. Jacob quickly stood up and grabbed it as well, and the two started down the aisle.

"Hopefully Gryffindor, like the rest of my family." Jacob said, as they finally made it to the tables. Malcolm dropped his side of the book, almost crushing Jacob's fingers.

"Oh, you're a Weasley then?" Malcolm said, almost terrified. Jacob rubbed his throbbing fingers.

"Yeah…" He said simply. Malcolm took a deep breath, and then picked up the large book in one quick swoop. Jacob knew that he was going to have a lot of trouble with the book, so he reached out to help, by Malcolm pulled away. "What's your deal?" Jacob spat, clearly annoyed. Malcolm just turned away.

"I'm sorry. Thanks for helping me, but if my brothers see I'm talking to you, well, we're both in trouble." And he rushed off to the front of the store, almost dropping the book twice.

Jacob watched him and just shook his head. He sat down at the table with all of his books and waited for his mother to finish her conversation.

Ron walked with Anthony on his left, and Emily holding his right hand, down the streets of Diagon Alley. They headed towards the Pet Store in search of an owl and maybe another creature.

"Is Pig gonna get jealous?" Emily asked, looking around at the variety of owls. Ron laughed and picked his daughter up.

"Probably, but that owl's been nutty for its entire life, it won't be a change." The two continued down the owl aisle, while Anthony slipped into "Furry Creatures."

He saw rats and hamsters, mice and rabbits, and at the end, he saw what he had been looking for: the cats. Since his mother's cat Crookshanks died when he was five, Anthony had always wanted another cat. He loved the way they seemed devoted to their owners, and just the fact that it could be his pet. Jacob hated cats.

There were about nine cages of cats, three rows that were three cages high. Anthony peered into all of them, and the cats hissed. He backed away quickly, but then realized that one of the cats wasn't making any attempt to hurt him. In the bottom right hand corner, a tiny gray cat peered up at him, with crystal blue eyes. Immediately, Anthony wanted that one.

He bent down to stare the cat in its eyes, and he put his finger in the cage to scratch its ear. The cat purred, and leaned into the bars of the cage. Anthony's eyes twinkled with excitement.

"I'll be right back!" He exclaimed, running off to find his father.

When he turned a corner, Anthony ran right into a blonde girl.

"Oh!" They both said, falling to the floor. Anthony rubbed his head and looked up at the girl he ran into. She was about his age, with light blue eyes and long silvery blonde hair. Her nose was a little pointy, but it was a small detail. Anthony immediately felt his face flush as he stood up. "I'm sorry, let me help you up." He put his hand out, and the girl took it, standing up as well.

"Thank you." She said sweetly. "My name's Taylor, what's yours?" She pulled her hair back behind her head and made it into a ponytail.

"I'm Anthony Weasley." He said shyly. Taylor's eyes widened softly, but then softened.

"I should've known! So, which Weasley?" She asked, giggling. Anthony smiled as the two began to walk towards the front of the store.

"My dad's Ron, and me mum is Hermione Granger. I reckon' you know about them?"

Taylor nodded excitedly. "Of course! Who doesn't?" The two reached the front of the store, and saw that Ron and Emily were entranced with a white owl with black spots over its wings. Ron looked over and smiled at his son and the girl he was standing with.

"Ant! Come over here and check this one out! She's gorgeous!" Anthony sent a smile towards Taylor, and then joined his father and sister.

The owl was grand, and once Anthony truly laid eyes on it, he knew that this was the owl for he and Jacob. Emily twirled one of her red curls around her finger as she stared in awe at the bird.

"Taylor! What have I told you about running off?" A shrilly voice called. The three Weasley's looked back and saw a rather large woman grabbing Taylor by the arm. The little girl sent Anthony a weak smile, and then followed her mother out the door.

"Ugh, I didn't know something so ugly could reproduce a cute little girl." Ron snickered, hugging Emily tighter. The little girl hit her father on the arm, and he laughed. Anthony watched Taylor and her mother through the window until they disappeared in the crowd.

"Do you know her?" Anthony asked, looking up at his father. Ron nodded, picking the owl's cage up and walking up to the counter.

"Yeah, she graduated with me, Pansy Parkinson. A Slytherin, yuck."

Anthony nodded, realizing that Taylor would end up in Slytherin. He sighed, and followed his father to the counter. He heard a meow, and he immediately remembered about the little cat.

"Oy! Dad! Can I get a cat? I found the perfect one!" He exclaimed. Emily's eyes widened and she wiggled out of her father's arms, joining Anthony.

"Ooh! I want to see the kitty!" She squealed, holding her brother's hand. Ron rolled his eyes and nodded, taking the owl cage off of the counter and following his two children.

Hermione and Jacob sat in the Leaky Cauldron, sipping some drinks and looking through the books. She had taken her son to get fitted for his robes and just bought two of the same robe; he and Anthony were both the same size.

A bell rang, and in walked the rest of their family. Hermione and Jacob's eyes widened as Ron walked in with the owl cage and Anthony came in with a small cat.

"How precious!" Hermione squealed as they came over to the table. Anthony placed the cat on the table, and it began to stroll towards Hermione. She immediately scooped it up in her arms and hugged it.

Jacob gagged at the cat, and brought his attention towards the owl.

"This," He said, pointing to the owl, "Is great. Can I name em'?" He asked. Ron shrugged, Emily nodded, and so did Anthony.

"As long as I get to name the cat." Anthony said, reaching for the gray kitten. Jacob smiled widely and bit his lip.

"Hmm…I'ma call you…wait, is it a boy or girl?" He asked. Ron laughed and took a seat next to Hermione.

"It's a girl, sorry Jake." He laughed. Jacob rolled his eyes and put his elbows on the table, leaning his head into his hands.

"Hmm…a girl huh? Okay…her name is Chudley." He smiled brightly at his father, who had on the same goofy grin.

"Ewww!" Emily squealed, crawling onto her mother's lap. "That's a boy's name!" Hermione nodded, rolling her eyes and her husband.

"Come on Jacob, give it a girl's name." His mother said. Jacob huffed and thought again. Another smile slid onto his face,

"Chudlina." Ron roared with laughter, and the others began to giggle as well.

"Oy, fine fine." Hermione laughed, hugging Emily. "Anthony? What are you going to name the cat? It's a boy."

Anthony watched as the kitten stalked a fly on the floor. He jumped, barely missing it. Then, a shiny Knot underneath a table caught his attention, and he pounced it, trying to figure out what it was.

"It seems to like adventure." He noted. Anthony smiled and said, "His name is Marauder."

Ron and Hermione smiled, and Jacob laughed. Emily didn't get the joke, but she did know that something was funny, so she laughed too. Marauder looked up at the laughing family, and jumped onto Anthony's lap, purring. He smiled and rubbed its back, happy that the pet liked him so.

September 1st

At King's Cross it was almost a family reunion. Anthony and Jacob's cousin, Brian, was also starting his first year at Hogwarts. His brother, George, was in his third year, and the two boys were sword fighting with their wands. Katie quickly grabbed both of them by the neck of their robes, stopping their antics. There were other Weasley's roaming the platform, but at the moment, they couldn't be seen.

"Hullo Hermione!" Fred called, pulling Brian over and away from his brother. He looked down at the twins and smiled brightly. "You guys ready for some mischief?"

Jacob nodded excitedly, and Anthony grinned. Hermione glared at Fred, but then laughed.

"Please Fred, don't talk to them like that, I don't want any owls home." Fred smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Where's my baby brother?" He asked, looking behind Hermione. She giggled and looked back as well. Ron and Emily had been having some trouble getting to the platform because whenever he stepped near it, Chudlina would start squawking.

"He'll be here shortly, I'm counting the minutes until he realizes to put a silencing charm on that crazy owl."

Fred laughed and nodded. "They'll miss the train if you wait for him!" Hermione nodded and then bit her lip.

"Oy, you're right, I should go and help him." She kissed both of her sons on the forehead, and rushed back to the platform.

Fred laughed hysterically, and left to find his wife and other son. Brian and the twins said their hellos, and then Brian pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket.

"Look what George gave me as a 'Welcome to Hogwarts' present!" He exclaimed. It was as if it had come out of a history book, the Marauder's Map.

"Isn't that Uncle Harry's?" Anthony whispered as the three surrounded it. Brian nodded excitedly.

"He gave it to Juliet, the first Weasley back into Hogwarts, and then she kept passing it on to all of us. It's like a family heirloom or something, isn't it amazing?" The twins nodded excitedly, and Jacob looked over his shoulder.

"Ooh! Hide it, Mum's coming over." Brian's eyes widened and he took out his wand and whispered,

"Mischief managed!" And he quickly stuck it into his robes. Hermione soon joined them with a rather tired looking Ron and Emily. Chudlina continued to squawk, despite Hermione's attempts at a silencing charm. Emily continued to send the owl dirty looks.

"She's hurting my ears!" The little girl squealed. Ron nodded softly and picked Emily up.

"Mine too, Red." He moaned, throwing a blanket over the cage. Ron pointed his wand at all the luggage and the bird, and soon it disappeared. "FINALLY!"

The group laughed, and soon the whistle of the Hogwarts Express screamed.

Brian ran off to find his parents, and Hermione wrapped her arms around both of her sons. Tears brimmed at her eyes as she looked at her boys.

"You two be good! Study, do all your homework, and please don't go sneaking around at night, okay?" She cried. The two nodded, hugging and kissing her on the cheeks. Hermione couldn't take the emotion and she backed away from them, smiling brightly. Katie joined her, crying as well.

Ron kneeled down in front of his boys, Emily still in his arms. Their sister combed her hand through each of their mops of red hair. They smiled and then looked at their father.

"Don't do anything your mother just said." Ron said, smiling brightly. The boys laughed, and hugged him around the neck. "Now, go blow up some toilets, will ya? I'll see you soon." He winked and then messed up their hair. He pushed them towards the train, and they ran to the closest open door.

Ron went back to Hermione and hugged her tightly, while Emily waved goodbye to her brothers. Hermione was crying hysterically, and Ron just laughed, as the train pulled away.