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Chapter 76

Ron, Ginny, and the Twins had been home two weeks when things started to get strange. Not weird strange; just a little out of character. Arthur Weasley was not the world's most observant man, but he had raised the twins and was able to notice when things weren't quite right.

First of all, Fred had suddenly become very adamant on banning the eating of chicken in the house. He claimed he was defending the rights of his 'Poultry Sistren' and went on a hunger strike to support his cause. George did not participate in this hunger strike; although he did support his brother. It was strange that Fred was so adamant, AND that the twins were separated on this issue. This was something that never happened. It also really upset Ron, however he didn't go on a hunger strike, when Molly agreed to listen to Fred; he really never asked for much.

And then he had noticed that one of his children had been leaving their wand lying around the house. He had told them before that they shouldn't be without their wand. It was a more serious offence when there were young children in the house. Yet he didn't like any of his children unarmed.

If he could be around more he would talk to them about it. He would have to leave Molly to deal; at least for now. She was better at this stuff, anyway.

Well that was until Thursday morning. Molly was cooking breakfast when Arthur came down stairs.

"'Olly 'oy 'eed ou' 'o ou' St. 'Un'os."

"Honey, where are your teeth?"

"'ak 'our 'on."

"Boys, what did you do?" Molly looked to her twins.

Percy was at the ministry as usual. Ron was tucked away in his room studying; he was such a good student. Molly had worried about him after the twins; but both Ron and Ginny seemed to take the best of all their brothers. Speaking of Ginny, she was stuffing her face with Mollys pancakes before Ron eventually smelled them and came down to polish them all off.

Fred and George both held their hands up. "It wasn't me. I swear."

"Boys?"

"Not us." George looked honest. "Sorry dad, but if it was us we could fix it."

"Well, who did it then?"

"Uo' id' it 'ond-"

"Arthur Honey I can't understand a word you're trying to say. Let's get you to a healer." She took his arm. "Boys, watch the food. Ginny go tell your brother where we're going."

"Okay mum. Good luck, Daddy." Ginny smiled at him.

When the adults had left the twins turned on Ginny. "Right, what did you do?"

"It wasn't me either."

"Well then it was either Ron or Percy." Fred told them. Seconds later they all laughed at the idea.

"Yeah, so Ron." Ginny rolled her eyes.

"What about me?" Ron was still in his Quiditch pyjamas; though they were inside out. His hair was wild and he had huge bags under his eyes.

"Wow, you look like crap!"

"Thanks Ginny." Ron rubbed his eyes. "I feel so much better about myself now."

Fred put his arm over Ron's shoulder. "What do you know about our dear father losing all of his teeth?"

"What? Nothing. Why? How? What did you two do?"

"Why does everyone think it's us?"

"Fred, it is usually us."

"Yeah, it is." Fred smiled proudly.

"Umm, Guys mum told you to watch the bacon."

"Ah pants." George ran over to prevent the food burning any more than it already had.

Sometime later Molly and Arthur returned. Arthurs teeth were straighter and whiter than they had ever been. They looked brand new.

"Right." Molly stared down at the four of her children who were actually home. "Who left their wand where your father could almost kill himself with it?" Arthur looked at his wife quite offended.

"I already told you it wasn't us."

"Against my better judgment I think you're telling the truth. Ginny?"

"I've got nana's right here." Ginny held up her wand.

"Wait, you're using Nana's wand?"

"Yeah, mum used it too." Ron took a large breath flaring his nostrils slightly. "Ron what's wrong? You use Charlies."

Ron tried very hard to control his ear tint. "Nothing, I've just remembered something I forgot to do." Ron hurried up the flights of stairs to his room.

"That was the run of a guilty person." Fred helpfully pointed out.

"Boys." Molly shook her head. "Arthur come upstairs a minuet."

The couple followed their youngest son upstairs discreetly followed by three more of their children.

What they found in the room of Ronald Weasley was quite shocking. Considering on the floor below was the room the infamous Fred and George Weasley.

The room was littered with pieces of wood and Jars of – materials. There were notes pinned up to every wall. Chudley Cannon things now dedicated only a shrine instead of the whole room.

Molly tried not to interfere in her children's rooms. With such a large family she believed they needed space to reign free. As long as there weren't too many smells coming from the rooms she left them be.

"Mum?" Ron asked.

"Ronald, what is all of this?"

"Umm, that project I was talking about."

"Ron, these look like wands." Arthur lifted a wand from an empty jam jar.

"Chestnut, Unicorn hair. Eleven inches." Ron answered before he glanced over at the twins and blushed. "Ummm, yeah."

"What?" Ginny looked around. "There are hundreds here!"

"There are twenty- four... Five." Ron answered. "Mostly unicorn hair. Some phoenix feather. I got my first Dragon heartstring finished this morning. Bloody difficult that one, but Fleur is sending me her grandmothers hair brush." Ron grinned like a little girl. "Pure Veela hair."

"Ron what in the name of Merlin and Arthur are you going on about?" Molly asked her son.

"What?" He looked up a little dazed. "Oh yeah. I'm…" He rustled through his papers on the spare bed. "…Making wands." He held up hand drawn diagrams.

All the others in the room let their mouths fall open.

"Ron darling. Wand Lore is a complicated art." Molly leaned down to tell him.

"Oh, I know." Ron told her holding a wand up. "I mean Oak for example. It's probably the most loyal wand wood you can find. Paired with Unicorn hair it is near impossible to turn to the dark arts. Pear wood." He pointed to a small slab across the room. "Is impossible to turn. With or without unicorn hair. You have to know the traits of all kinds of wood. How to carve them. Tonnes of stuff."

"That's really cleaver Ron dear." Molly looked impressed, but was worried his endeavour wouldn't produce fruit. She would comfort him if it didn't.

"The wand choses the wizard mum. Or witch." Ron smiled to his sister. "Want to try one Gin?"

He ran through the room without an answer; 'uming' and 'aring' as he did so. He pointed across at the pieces of parchment hung on the walls and lay on other surfaces. He moved to pick a wand from his pillow case. One from his window sill and the other from his father's hand.

"Okay. Ash, Chestnut or Fir."

"Really, Ron?"

"Unicorn hair like everyone in the family. Neville loved his, Gin."

"Neville has one?"

"My very first. She really liked him. A perfect match."

Molly put her hands on her son's shoulders. "Ron, you need years of training to do this."

"I'm still at Hogwarts; I'll train after the war."

Molly looked down at her youngest son; firm and gentle at the same time. "Ron honey, we aren't going to war."

"We are mom. I'm going to join the Order of the Phoenix when I'm old enough. Just like dad and uncle Fabian and Gideon."

"Ron you won't need to…" She had no idea how her son even knew about that. She was always sad when her brothers were mentioned; she still missed them very much.

As mother and son talked Ginny carefully took the closest wand from Ron's hand. It was a deep wood carved with delicate patens for her clumsiest brother. She waved it and sparks came out in red.

"Wooo, go Ginny." Fred and George clapped her on the back.

"Ginny, is that Ron's wand?"

She nodded and Ron looked at her. "Do it again Gin?" She did and the red sparks showed off. "No try… try the ash one."

He handed her a much simpler wand. It was carved elegant and smooth with a sleek white wood. A single rune was on the base.

She waved it and showered the room in beautiful golden sparks. Mollys' face dropped in amazement.

"Ash. Unicorn hair. Eleven and a half inches." Ron smiled at the wand. "She's as stubborn a wand as you are a girl. She'll treat you well." Ron looked up at his mother. You could in that moment see his stubbornness coming out from the Prewett side. "A perfect match."

Ron moved to put the other two wands back in their exact places. He leaned past his father to put it away in the jar.

"You actually made a working wand, Ron?" His mother asked.

"Yeah. I've got lodes of stuff. Dray and 'Mione brought me books. Harry and Neville have been sending me cores. I've been getting wood from the forest and stuff."

"Woah." Fred and George looked around at the wands. They began waving them around.

"Oy." Ron hurled to pull them all from his brothers. "Put them back. I have a filing system. I don't have any dogwood yet. You two would burn them out."

"We have another Percy."

"Mum, can we trade him in."

Molly ignored her twins. She settled down on the bed. "Ron this is an amazing thing you're doing."

"Yeah I know. I enjoy it. I don't know if I want to do it forever but I might? I don't know. It is great though." He smiled. "I see what Hermione means now. When you really get into something. It's great."

Arthur smiled at his son. "I wonder if Olivander would take you on for the summer."

Ron held his eyes wide open. "I'm only fifteen."

"Ron Harry will have his own houses and lands and stuff when he turns fifteen. You could have a part time job." George told him.

Ron lifted the wand on his desk. "I don't know."

"Think about it. You've got your whole life ahead of you to decide what you want to do." Arthur told him. "Everyone finds something. Bill had his curse braking, Charlie has his Dragons. Percy has his ministry business. The four of you have more than enough time to figure out what you want to do."

"I do wish you boys would take it more seriously though."

"Sorry mum." Fred nodded and pulled his brother out of the room.

"Think about it Ron, alright." Arthur smiled at his youngest son. The man's teeth were bright and white thanks to the healers. "And please don't leave your wands in the bathroom anymore."

"Sorry dad. Willow wood." He shrugged. No one bothered to ask what he meant by that.


This has been my favorite chapter to write so far this story. I really, Really, REALLY hope you enjoyed reading it even a fraction of the amount I did when writing it.

Until next time ~ TIA and (Celran)