Harry Potter, the Weasley family, and all associated characters and concepts belong to J.K. Rowling.

Thank you one and all for the reviews. I've had this chapter in mind from the beginning, but it has also been suggested by kellydofc. If anyone else requested this one and I didn't mention you, I apologize. And since several people have asked about ages...

Percy is eight, the twins are six, Ron is four, and Ginny is three. Bill and Charlie are at Hogwarts, Bill in his third year, so thirteen or fourteen, and Charlie is his first, so eleven or twelve.
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"It was a dark and stormy night..." began Percy.

"Why?" asked Ron.

"Because it's always a dark and stormy night!" answered George.

"Inside," continued Percy,

"Inside what?" interupted Ginny.

"Inside their house, the people were hiding."

"From what?" Ron broke in again.

"Shh!" ordered Fred, George and Ron.

"Inside, the people were hiding. They were hiding from You-Know-Who..."

"Voldemort!" Ginny proudly announced.

"Ginny!" gasped the shocked Percy. "Don't ever say that!"

"But..."

"Just don't!"

"But I know who!"

"Then you don't need to say it. The people," Percy continued, clearing his throat, "were hiding from You-Know-Who. They thought they were safe."

"But they weren't!"

"Fred, quiet!" ordered Percy. "This is my story!"

"No it isn't!" George jumped in, defending his twin. "Dad says this story belongs to all of us!"

"But I'm the one telling it. The people thought they were safe, but they weren't."

"Why not?"

Percy considered his sister's question. He thought he had heard Dad say something about a very bad man who had told He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named where the people were hiding, but then Dad had said he musn't talk about it. "Because they weren't," he finally answered.

"Why not?"

"Because, because the Dark Lord was very powerful."

"Why?"

"Ginny!" scolded Ron with all the superiority of his four years. "He just is!"

Percy looked gratefully at Ron before continuing. "The people weren't safe. But they didn't know this until You-Know-Who came to their house!"

Percy's dramatic voice was lost on Ginny. "Like a salesman?" she asked.

"What?"

"Daddy says that bad people called salesmen go to Muggles' houses to bother them! And the Muggles' try to hide from them, but they can't! And once they find you, they never go away!"

"Like garden gnomes?" asked Ron.

"Umm, not exactly," cut in Percy, unsure of how to answer this one. "He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named was much worse than that. He went to people's houses to kill them!"

"But he couldn't kill Harry Potter!"

"Fred, you're giving away the ending!" scolded George.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"But you already know the ending!"

"That's not the point!"

"You-Know-Who came to people's houses to kill them!" repeated Percy, momentarily managing to regain his spotlight.

"Why?"

"Because he was a very bad man. And he killed the man, whose name was..." Percy nodded at Fred and George. Dad always said that this story belonged to everyone and that he had to let his siblings be a part of telling it.

"James Potter!"

"And he was the best quidditch player ever!" added Ron. "But Charlie's going to be even better, when he..."

"Ron, that's enough. You-Know-Who killed James Potter," continued Percy. And he killed--" here he nodded at Ginny.

"Lily Potter."

"But he couldn't kill..."

"HARRY POTTER!" yelled the four younger Weasleys in unison.

"And that's why we call Harry Potter--" Percy nodded at Ron--

"The Boy Who Lived!"

"And they all lived happily ever after," concluded Ginny confidently. "Because that's how stories end."

Percy remained silent. He was saved from having to correct Ginny by his mother bustling into the room and announcing Ginny's bedtime. "Ron, you have half an hour," she added. "Percy, thank you for being a good helper and watching your brothers and sister."

"Mummy, don't wanna..." started Ginny.

"Now, Ginny."

"But..."

"Or next time I won't let you listen when Percy tells a story."

Ginny pouted but allowed her mother to put her to bed. She didn't want to miss out on any of Percy's stories. They were always so exciting! But something was bothering her. "Mummy?"

"Yes dear?"

"Harry Potter did live happily-ever-after, didn't he?"

"I certainly hope so."

"What happened to him?"

"He's, he's getting bigger and stronger every day, just like you." I hope I'm telling the truth, Molly silently added.

"But he's just a baby!"

"No Ginny dear. Harry's a big boy now!"

"Like Bill?"

"No, not that big. He should be about your age, or Ron's."

"Oh. Good night, Mummy."

"Good night, Ginny dear."

Ginny fell asleep almost instantly, smiling. As Molly went to put Ron to bed, she couldn't help but wonder about that other little boy. "Of course he's alright," she tried to tell herself. "No doubt some good home was found for him. With some good father and mother to love him, so that he would never have cause to miss his own brave parents. And why should anyone know where he is now? He deserves to grow up in the same peace that he has given my children."0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

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