A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and support that you have given. It really helps a lot! D I can't thank you guys enough!
For Scorpius and Rose not to be confused about the twins, I tried it in my first draft then I let my cousin read it. She said it was too confusing that they were confused that the reader would be confused about it (Get?) So sorry if there's a big lack of confusion there.
I know there's a lot of flaws in this story, but I hope you like it.
A shout out of thanks to Denny who has got a helluva number of brothers and sisters! Thanks for all the help about sibling rivalry! (okay, I only have one brother and he has 12 so he'd understand more about the Weasleys than I ever could lol!) So thanks so much, Den!
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Scorpius looked around. It was the same scene, although the skies looked dark. He could tell that it was about to rain. He turned and saw Rose looking towards the direction of the broom shed. He walked towards her and saw the twins and Ron dragging out one of the broom. Ron wasn't a baby any longer. He had turned into a toddler. He watched as Fred grabbed a broom, a Cleansweep. Scorpius blinked. He couldn't believe that someone would own a Cleansweep. His father had said that only those people without sense would buy one. It was always so slow and old-fashioned.
"Watch this," said Fred as he mounted the broom. George looked at him uncertainly for a moment. "Come on, get a broom too George. It will be fun." He cast his eyes at Ron. "Not you though. You're too little." Ron looked upset when Fred said this. "Don't give me that look. Mum would kill me if we took you alone," he said and watched as George pull out his mother's broomstick. "Hurry up," he hissed.
"You'we going to get in twouble," Ron said.
Fred smirked. "Not if you don't tell, right?"
Scorpius looked at Rose. "Oh now I know where you get your adventurous gene from," he said. Rose smiled a bit, but she didn't look too happy. "Where is this Fred chap anyway?" He finally asked out of curiosity. "I haven't seen him in any of your pictures and you only mention about your Uncle George," he said.
Rose pursed his lips. She was silent for a moment. "Uncle Fred died in war," she finally said. Scorpius looked sorry tat he asked. He was beginning to like Fred too. "Uncle George never seems to want to talk about him much when we're around. Dad reckons that Uncle George never really got over the death of his twin. I don't blame him."
Scorpius looked at the twins as they both hovered from the ground. He couldn't blame him either.
Ron ran to them. "Mummy told you not to touch them," he said. "She told you that you'we going to be gwounded if you touch the bwoomsticks. I won't tell them but you have to come down." Ron looked worried about his brothers. He suddenly gasped. "You can't take Bill's Cleansweep! He will be vewy angwy! Fwed! Geowge! Come down!" he urged.
George rolled his eyes. "You're ruining the fun, go away!" he snapped.
Fred agreed. "Yeah, if you're not with us, then go join Ginny and play dolls somewhere. You're a little tattle tail and Mummy's boy if you ask me." He turned his attention to his twin brother. "Are you ready, George?" he asked. George nodded enthusiastically. Fred smiled and pulled his broom, which made him fly higher. "This is fun!"
George imitated his brother. "You're right," he agreed.
Ron's lower lip quivered. "Come down…" he said in a quiet voice. He hesitated for a bit before going back into the house. Scorpius and Rose followed behind him and made sure they don't lose sight of him. "Mummy! Mummy!" Ron ran into the kitchen. He tugged on his mother's robes. "Mummy, Fwed and Geowge awe outside playing with the bwooms! They took Bill's Cleansweep too."
Rose rolled her eyes. "Now I know why Hugo became a tattle tail," she muttered.
Scorpius looked at Ron. "He's got a point though. They might hurt themselves, those twins. Aren't they only a few years apart from your dad?" Rose nodded. She watched as Molly quickly wiped her hands on some napkins and threw them aside on the floor. She took Ron's hand and they both headed out the backdoor. Scorpius and Rose followed. "Now I know why the house is so messy," said Scorpius.
"You can't blame Grandma," countered Rose. "She's really supposed to rush as these things." Scorpius nodded understandingly as they went back out the backyard.
"FRED! GEORGE! YOU BOTH COME BACK DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Molly roared. Fred and George froze when they saw their mother. Fred threw a dirty look a poor intimidated Ron. The twins lowered their wands and hung their heads as they faced their mother. "What were you two thinking flying without supervision? You could've fallen off the brooms and broken your necks!" she exclaimed angrily.
"But we were careful!" protested George.
Molly flashed a warning look at him. "Don't answer back, George. Haven't I taught you any manners?" George pursed his lips. Molly sighed exasperatedly. "Now I want the both of you to put back those brooms and go straight to your room. We'll discuss you punishment from there." She turned, and much to Ron's dismay, left without bringing him along with her.
Fred glared at Ron. "Why did you tell on us?" he asked angrily. Ron's hands trembled. "You weren't supposed to tell on us! You're always Mummy's little boy, aren't you? You always go to her, don't you?" Fred pushed Ron hard enough for the toddler to topple onto the ground. "What do you get in return, huh, Ronnie? A Chocolate Frog?"
"Mummy didn't say anything about a Chocolate Fwog!" said Ron, fighting back tears.
"Then how can you be so much of a tattle tail?" George piped up. He seemed equally angry as his twin brother. "Now Mum's going to come down hard on us this time because she caught us. It's because of you, Ron! You're always telling on us!" He turned around and headed for the broom shed. "Come on, Fred." He furiously walked to the broom shed.
Fred looked at Ron for the last time. "You're so much like a baby!" He turned around to follow George. "Wait up, George."
Rose sat beside Ron. "If only I can touch him," she whispered. Tears were rolling down Ron's face by now. "Why are they so mean to Dad? He didn't do anything wrong." She watched as the twins joked with each other on the way to the broom shed. "They weren't supposed to go down on his that hard. Dad's just a baby." She turned back to Scorpius. "I didn't know Uncle George and Uncle Fred were this mean to Dad," she said.
Scorpius shrugged. "I get that all the time in Slytherin since I always hang around with you," he pointed out. Rose rolled her eyes. "Not that I'm complaining," Scorpius added. He watched as Rose tried to touch her father. "You can't do that, you know. It's just a memory now. I bet your father doesn't even think of these moments. It's kind of natural," he explained.
"But they were his brothers," Rose said unbelievingly. She saw blood trickling down from Ron's leg. "Look, he's got a cut. Aw, Dad!" Rose heard some noise. She looked up and saw the twins headed towards their direction. He looked at Ron who looked very pale. "Now what are they going to do?"
Fred smirked and tucked his arm below Ron's armpits. George did the same thing. "You come with us," hissed Fred. They dragged little Ron with them as they walked into the house. "You little sneak; you always get us into trouble. Why don't you just stay out of our case and go play with Ginny? You always have to run to Mummy."
"You always have to tell on us," added George. "Maybe because you're just jealous that you're too small to do the things we do. You've always been small."
"Ouch, that huwts!" exclaimed Ron. He had stopped crying by now. Fred locked his hands tighter so that Ron couldn't wiggle his way out. "Let go of me! Let go of me!" he said as he kicked. "Fwed, Geowge, I'm sowie! I'm weally sowie!" he said, sounding very helpless. "I won't tell on you next time, I pwomise! Please let go of me!" Ron pleaded.
Fred and George both let go of him at the same time. "You really promise?" said Fred. Ron nodded as he wiped the tears off his face. "Let's do a spit shake on it," said Fred. Ron raised an eyebrow. "I saw them once do it, the Muggles. We were at the park the other day because Dad took us there. It's called a spit shake." Fred held out his hand and spat on it. Ron cringed. "You do the same thing and we shake hands," Fred explained.
"But I don't know how to spit," Ron countered.
"Do it or George and I will never forgive you," Fred threatened. Ron took a deep breath and mustered all the spit he could and spat on his hand as well. "Now let's shake," said Fred. The two boys shook hands. A grin came across Fred's face. "You can't ever break that promise because if you do," Fred looked mysterious and lowered his voice, "a troll will appear and you'll have to wrestle it. Mum and Dad won't see it so you're on your own."
Ron gulped at the thought of wrestling a troll. "I don't want that."
"We know," said George with a smile. "So don't you ever tell on me or Fred again or you'll see the troll." He looked at Fred impishly, but tried to hide it from Ron. Just then, Molly came to the living room. "We're sorry about riding the broom, Mum," George said quickly when he saw her.
Molly shook her head. "I don't know what to do with you boys." She ushered them up the stars. "We are going to talk about this and you're not getting off the hook this time. Your father was there to get you out of punishment the last time you took a go on the brooms. Now up." She turned her attention to Ron who stared at them blankly. "Ron, Ginny's in her room with Charlie. You might want to play with them while I talk to your brothers." Ron watched as Fred and George went up the stairs with their mother. He smiled when Fred gave him a friendly wink.
"They're not too bad at all," muttered Scorpius. "I thought they were going to pound your dad after that." He looked at Ron who sat on the couch alone. "Why doesn't he go up to Ginny and Charlie like your grandmother says?" he asked Rose who shrugged. "Sometimes, I don't get his mind at all." He looked back at the lonely looking four-year-old.
Rose took Scorpius hand. "Come on, let's go see," she said. "He's having a hard time walking. Look at his cut." Rose bent over to study Ron's cut. "I don't know why Grandma didn't see his cut. Look at it. The blood has messed up his pants." Rose looked at Ron for a moment. "He looks really sad," she said after a short observation. "What do you think he's thinking about?"
Scorpius shrugged. "Who knows? I think your grandmother was too busy with the twins to notice his cut." He heard the door open from behind him. "Rose, someone's coming through the back door," he said and turned around to see who it was.
"Hey Ron, what's with you?" Bill walked into the living room. His face was dirty and he looked tired, nonetheless he was smiling. He sat beside his brother. "What's with that look on your face?" He looked down and saw Ron's bloody pants. "Fred and George?" Ron shook his head. Bill smiled. "There couldn't have been any other way though unless you fell from the stairs, which I highly doubt it. Don't worry." Bill stood up. He crouched down. "Let's go upstairs and see what Mum can do with it. I'll give you a lift."
Ron hesitated for a moment. "But I'm heavy now," he said.
Bill chuckled. "Not to heavy for me to carry. Don't worry about it." Ron blinked and climbed on Bill's back. Bill stood up and gave Ron a piggyback ride up the stairs. "You shouldn't let Fred and George bully you always. One of these days you'll regret that you did." He let Ron down when they reached the top of the stairs. "Where's Mum?" he asked.
"Fwed and Geowge," replied Ron.
"They're in for it now," murmured Bill. The color on Ron's face drained. Bill shook his head. "Don't worry. The twins know well that they deserve it. If they give you any trouble, just tell me. You're not on your own until you're seven, that's a promise." Ron smiled. Bill took his hand. "Come on. Ginny might be in her room and you two can play together while we wait for Mum to come out from the twins' room," he said as he led Ron to Ginny's room.
Rose smiled as she watched Bill lead Ron to Ginny's room. "Aren't they sweet?" They followed as the pair entered Ginny's room. Rose blinked. It was practically bare if not for Charlie and Ginny sitting in the middle near a small bed with two old stuff toys. "Why is there nothing here…?" asked Rose as her voice faded away. She knew well that her father used to be poor when he was a boy, but not this poor.
Scorpius walked nearer to the bed. It was a simple, small, and seemingly hand-me-down one. The room was practically empty except for the bed and a tiny closet which he figured out belonged to Ginny. He turned his eyes to the Weasleys. He suddenly noticed something that he didn't from the first memory. All of their clothes aren't only patched; they're also faded and tattered. He couldn't help but wonder how they made it through winter.
"I thought you wouldn't be back until tonight," said Charlie as he looked at Bill and Ron entered. Bill raised an eyebrow. Charlie turned back to Ginny. "Here's Ron to play with you now," he said and stood up. He walked over to Bill. "I heard yelling from the outside a while ago. The twins all right?" he asked. Bill shrugged. Charlie looked at Ron for answers.
Ron didn't want to mention that the twins rode on brooms, especially not the part where George used Bill's Cleansweep. He looked very much hesitant to answer Charlie. Charlie smiled at him reassuringly. Ron sighed heavily.
"They wode the bwooms and Mum got mad at them," he finally said.
Bill raised an eyebrow. "Whose brooms?" he asked. Ron bit his lower lip. Bill scratched his head. "I'm just glad they didn't fall off though," he said calmly, much to Charlie and Ron's surprise since Bill didn't usually like anyone touching it. "It goes whacky at times, which is why I'm thinking of selling it. It won't cost much, but it'll help."
"Help what?" asked Ron.
"You won't understand," said Bill curtly. He looked at Charlie. "You take care of Ron and Ginny. There's something I need to do. And yeah, Ron's got a cut. Make sure Mum sees it before she goes to the kitchen," he instructed and turned and headed out of the room.
Ron looked at Charlie. "Awe you mad at me?" he asked.
Charlie looked puzzled. "Why would I?" Ron shifted uncomfortably. Charlie sighed and sat down beside Ginny again. "Come play with us. We're going off to Hogwarts Express soon," he said in a very uninterested tone. "Ginny, can't you play with Ron instead?" he asked, scratching his head as he looked at his siblings.
Suddenly, Molly entered the room. "Bill told me," she said and looked at Ron. "Come here, Dear. We'll get your leg fixed in no time." She looked at Charlie and gave him a smile. "I'm glad that you've babysat for me. It's hard to juggle all the kids," she said and turned back to Ron. "Come on, now. We'll mend that cut so that it won't hurt any more."
As Ron walked with his mother, he passed by the twins' room. Fred was peeking out from it. He looked at Ron's cut and mouthed sorry. He also gave his younger brother and encouraging smile, something Fred doesn't usually do. Ron walked on and followed his mother downstairs to the kitchen where he found Bill drinking milk.
"You all right now, Ron?" asked Bill. Ron nodded. He couldn't have felt any better.
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There's a bond that brothers know
And it gets stronger as they grow
A love that time and miles can't come between
We disagreed but in the end
There will never be two closer friends
And Brotherly Love is something we all need.
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Scorpius looked at Rose. "What do you think Bill was talking about?" he asked.
Rose shrugged. "I have no idea. It was just a Cleansweep. He won't get much money for it," she said thoughtfully. Her face lit up. "Maybe he's about to buy a Nimbus." She turned her attention to Ron whose leg was now being mended. "Uncle Bill rides a Nimbus now, the latest model. He doesn't fancy the Firebolt," she explained.
"Could be," replied Scorpius, but he had a feeling it was a reason other than that. "It's happening again!" said Scorpius as the black. Instinctively, he grabbed hold of Rose's hand. "We're about to see another one," he murmured.
A/N: Hope you're still enjoying this. Thank you so much for your reviews. I really appreciate them all and it means so much to me when I think of people really liking what I write. Thanks so much for the encouragement! I keep on writing knowing that some people really do like my stories! )
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