Author's Note: It was a bright sunny day at the summer camp where Mina Underhill worked, and she was on a break. "Hmm, what can I do while I don't have to be with the children?" Mina wondered. "Oh, I know! I'll cast more aspersions on the sexualities of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley! Of course!"
And I just like to think about young Weasley kids, I guess, seeing as I'm practically one of them.
Probably the last Harry/Ron from me for a while, guys. I need to branch out: I have a fic-writing challenge or two, an idea that needs writing, as well as a couple of non-fic projects.
Warning: Nothing, really. It has Percy in it. You've been warned. It also has a really crappy title.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Also, I am very upset at how HBP turned out. Harry and Ginny make baby Jesus cry. He's with the wrong redhead, I tell you!

Special Edition

Ron was seated at the kitchen table, colouring, in a quiet moment uncommon for the five-year-old. His mother turned back to the stove with a sigh, glad that her son's energy was focused for the time being. Ginny was down for a nap, Fred and George were being noisy but harmless in the garden, Bill and Charlie were at friends' houses, and Percy was reading in his bedroom. It was rare for all of Molly Weasley's brood to be simultaneously diverted so, but she appreciated the calm it allowed her.
But with seven energetic children, these moments don't last long. Much to her surprise, it was the normally subdued Percy who came tearing down the stairs, a clipping from The Daily Prophet clutched in his hand. All he could say was "Mum, mum! The Boy Who Lived!" He thrust the clipping towards her, and she read:
"While orders were to keep the boy's whereabouts a secret until he is of age to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, public clamor to produce news on the now five-year-old hero of our time has prompted a Ministry of Magic official to release this photo of Harry Potter."
The paper showed a black and white shot of a skinny lad clad in baggy clothes running around on a Muggle lawn, chased by a larger boy. The squinty expression on his small face was not of enjoyment, however, and Molly felt a pang of sorrow each time his lean form entered the foreground of the shot.
The article went on to give some background information on the story of the boy and his placement with his Muggle relatives, as well as to state that it was a punishable crime to harass this child.
Molly felt something tug at her sleeve, and looked down to see a little tousled red head at her elbow. Ron looked up with pleading eyes.
"Mum, c'I see?" he asked softly.
Molly handed her son the clipping, wiping tears of pity from her eyes as she sought to tear her focus from the malnourished lad who would never have the love and care her own Ron would, though they were the same age and certainly both deserving of the same attentions.
Ron's mouth hung open as he watched Harry Potter dash about the picture.
"Oh, mum, he's beautiful."
Molly laughed a little, shaken slightly from her reverie. "No, no, dear, boys are handsome."
Ron looked up at her, then back at the photograph and shook his head slowly.
"He's beautiful," he said again.
His mother decided not to push the matter. Children could be so silly about such things…