Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own these characters and I don't have enough money for a lawsuit.

Again I was bored and needed a wee time filler. I got the idea when I was thinking, "If Wizards and witches don't go to primary school where do they learn to read and write?" and hey presto...it grew into this.

"Your head is so full of dung Ron!" George pushed his younger brother off his chair. Ron landed with a resounding thump on the hard kitchen floor and promptly started crying.

"Forgoodnesssake!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed, "Will you two start acting your age!" she picked Ron up and cuddled him in, he had stopped crying and was now sniffling determinedly.

Fred and George ignored their mother and younger brother and picked up their pencils to finish today's lesson. "Mummy? Why do we have to use commas?"

"Yeah, why can't we just write little bits of words and then put a full stop?"

"I can't be bothered learning about commas!"

"Can we go outside and play?"

"Please?"

Molly Weasley continued rocking her son in her arms but the softness had gone and her face was turning red, "You have to learn how to use commas so that when you go to Hogwarts you know how to write!"

"We know that!"

"Well why isn't Ron learning his letters! He can't write anything, we're much better than him!"

"Ron isn't learning his letters just now because you pushed him off of his chair and now he's got a sore head, isn't that right Ron?" Molly kissed the top of Rons head.

The twins looked on sulkily as Ron grinned smugly at them from under their mother's arms. She put Ron back in his seat and handed him a piece of crusty bread thick with butter.

"Now George let me see what you've done?" George shoved his piece of paper forward and Molly shoved it back exasperatedly.

"Listen to me George, writing down ways to push Ginny out of the upstairs window and make her float is not going to get you to learn anything!" she considered her words for a second, "And if I catch you trying it I'll flay you within an inch of your life!"

At the sound of her name an excited Ginny staggered into the room dragging several large teddy bears, "Mummy?" she asked by way of a greeting.

"Hello Ginny, what've you been doing?"

She smiled widely and picked a wooden spoon up from the floor, she pointed it at the closest teddy, "Abvrada Kedabra!" she screamed, laughing before kicking the teddy over.

The four sitting at the table were silent. Fred, George and Ron didn't understand why their mother had suddenly blanched, "Ginny who told you to say that?" she got up and crossed the kitchen and in a heartbeat had Ginny in her arms and tears in her eyes, "Ginny you have to tell me where you heard that!"

Ginny looked into her mothers face confused and scared, "Bill." She said innocently, her own light brown eyes beginning to water.

Molly put Ginny back down on the floor and stormed out into the hall, "WILLIAM WEASLEY YOU WILL BE DOWN HERE IN LESS THAN TWO SECONDS OR SO HELP ME MERLIN ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE!"

Bill ran down the stairs with the air of a man about the take his last breath, "Yes?"

Molly grabbed him by the hair "DO YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY TO TEACH UNFORGIVABLE CURSES TO YOUR THREE YEAR OLD SISTER!"

"Ow! Mum, let GO!" he managed to wriggle away from her, "I didn't teach her unforgivable curses!"

Molly crossed her arms and became dangerously quiet, "Well, please explain to me why Ginny is in the kitchen murdering her soft toys?"

A look of dawning comprehension passed across Bill's face, "I told her the story of Harry Potter."

Molly's expression softened, "Well, that's alright then, but don't you think it's a little scary for her?"

Bill shrugged, "I don't think so," he smiled, "She really loves Harry Potter."