A/n: I'll keep this short. Thanks to all my reviewers. I just realized that I haven't put a disclaimer on any of my chapters. So, none of this belongs to me, except Maddie and Stacie, the Weasley cousins and the plot. On with the chapter.
Chapter 4The next morning came too soon. Hermione knew Stacie and Maddie were good tempered and rarely got mad, but when they did, that was when the Weasley temper kicked in. She hoped and prayed that the girls would see it her way. That they would see a young, pregnant 17 year old, happy, but still scared of the future. Then they would see that same girl threatened by some horrible old man. Hermione realized they were only eleven, but they were mature for their age and should, she hoped, be able to sympathize with her seventeen year old self.
After she got dressed, and before she woke the girls, Hermione went to Fred's room to wake him up. She stood at his door knocking for several minutes, before she realized he either wasn't up yet or was ignoring her. She tried the door and found it unlocked. As she pushed the door open she saw the sleeping lump of Fred in the bed. She called his name, with no answer. She tried again and realized that nothing short of knocking him over the head would wake him. She walked over to the bed and started to shake him awake. As she touched his shoulder he flipped to his back and grabbed her and pulled her into a Weasley bear hug.
"I missed you, you know? You should be waking up beside me, not next door."
Startled, she stared him for a few minutes, then, "I . . . I . . . I missed you, too."
"Then why didn't you try to talk to me?"
"We can talk later," Hermione didn't feel she could answer him until she had thought about some more first, "We've got to tell the girls and Harry and Ron. If we don't get Stacie and Maddie up now, they'll never get up," She paused and looked down at Fred, now laying on his side with the blankets over his head, trying to go back to sleep without Hermione noticing, "Much like their father," She shook him, laughing, as he protested, groaned, and moaned, much like a child refusing to get up on a day there was no school, "Fine, I'll go get the girls. They can wake you up. And trust me they're rough, when they want someone up," She walked to the door, and as it squeaked, she saw Fred bound out of bed and quickly threw on the nearest clothes. He knew what an impatient kid was like on Christmas morning, still being one himself, and for the girls meeting family was Christmas.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. You can be ruthless, you know? Come on let's go get them."
"It's about time. Ron and Harry will be here in a few minutes. By the time the girls get up, Harry and Ron will be eating breakfast."
As they walked into Maddie and Stacie's room, they found the red headed twins sitting patiently on their beds.
"We though you'd never get here," Maddie looked impatient, as she scowled, much like Hermione used to when she would get on to Fred and George for giving first years test products, "We've been thinking. We want to shock Harry and Ron like we did Dad."
"You called me Dad," Fred was elated to be called this. He turned to Hermione, "They called me Dad."
"Why wouldn't we?" Stacie looked confused; "We've always referred to you as that. That's what you are."
"Yeah. Well anyway," Maddie was still impatient, "We thought we'd wait till they are in the Great Hall, then go in and just start talking to them. You can use those Extendable Ears to . . ."
"How do you know about those?" Hermione turned suspiciously to Fred, "Did you give them a pair?"
"No, Mom it wasn't Dad. We talked Professor Dumbledore into taking us to Diagon Alley and we saw them in the store window." Maddie explained, "But, anyway, you use those to listen in and then make an entrance like Mom did when we surprised Dad."
"Ok, they should be there now, go on. We'll be there in a few minutes."
As their mother spoke, Maddie and Stacie ran out the door and down to the Great Hall. As they walked in they saw two tall men sitting side by side at the teacher's table. One had black hair that was messy, and the other had their father's red hair. This one was talking with his mouth full.
"Follow my lead," Maddie whispered to her sister, as she walked towards Harry and Ron.
"Hello, professors."
"Hello." Both Harry and Ron answered.
"Do you mind if we call you 'Uncle'? We always did at home." Maddie asked Harry.
"Uh, sure. Do I know you? Do you know them?" He asked the twins, and then turned to Ron.
"I don't know them. They do look familiar. Who are your parents?" Ron looked very confuse, but continued eating.
"I thought," Stacie spoke, "It would be obvious, I mean you spent nearly seven years with our mother. And you've known our father your whole life, Uncle Ron."
"Who did we know for seven years and you knew your whole life?" Harry asked Ron.
"Parvati?"
"No, we saw her yesterday, remember?"
"Oh, right. Lavender?"
"No, who have you known your whole . . ."
"Entire, from the moment you were born. Mom was right, you two are a bit thick." Maddie interrupted Harry.
"Well the only people I knew the day I was born was my family. And it has to also be someone who knew the 'seven-year person', too."
"Bill?" Harry started listing again.
"No."
"Charlie?"
"No."
"Percy."
"No."
"Fred or George?"
"Ah, now there's a possibility. Is one of them your father?"
"Yes, took you long enough. Now do you know who our mom is? Eleven years ago. Who did Fred or George date then." Maddie hinted some more.
"That you know." Stacie added.
"Hermione?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"Right you are. And what do the young men get for their correct answer, Fred?" Hermione and Fred had walked in as Harry said Hermione's name.
"Well I believe that they get their best friend and nieces back. And a story."
"Oh, goody-goody a story," Ron pretended to be an excited little kid, but his voice was dripping with sarcasm, "And two new friends. Yippee."
"Come upstairs and you and the girls will learn the entire truth about what happened eleven years ago."
"In Hermione's sitting room she told her story again, with Fred telling his part along the way.
"He's dead," Harry fumed when Hermione finished, "I'll order him to have the Dementor's kiss. I could get him today on any of his Deatheater activities." As well as being the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher he was also head Auror in the Ministry of Magic.
"No. I'm just as much to blame. I could have stayed, but I didn't so don't waste your energy. I just want to go on with my life. So come on lets go to the Burrow."
As she said the last part she stood and walked to the fireplace. Holding out a small jewelry box, everyone took a pinch of the floo powder and each called out 'The Burrow!' when they stepped into the fireplace.