"Lee, you really need to practice on riding a broom, you know," Alicia teased.
Lee scowled. "It wasn't my fault. It's just the broom that didn't suit me. I've never ridden a Comet before. I'm more used to Cleansweeps."
"Oh Lee, you just can't stand three girls beating you in a game of Quidditch," Angelina teased.
"Yeah, you made us loose," Fred pouted. "I never want to be in your team again!"
Laughing, Fred, George, Lee, Angelina, Alicia and Katie entered the Burrow.
"Just find another player for next time, so I can comment again. That's more my job," Lee said and they all snickered.
"No, your perfect job would be to write descriptions of new brooms. Remember that game Harry first rode his Firebolt?" George said, and they all snickered.
It had been six days since the Battle of Hogwarts. Six days of attending funerals, recovering from the battle and spending loads of time at the Ministry to get things settled. Not to forget the many interviews Harry had to give, or the fans standing in lines at the door of the Burrow. Fortunately, there was still Molly, who'd sent them away, but they were still coming from everywhere.
When the six of them entered the kitchen, Molly was cooking. She turned around, to look at the girls and Lee. "Are the four of you staying for dinner?" she asked kindly.
They agreed, and Molly went to the stairs. "Ginny, come down and help me with dinner, now!" she shrieked.
"Mum, I'm busy!" Ginny yelled and Molly sighed.
"Busy doing what? I thought Harry was downstairs," Fred murmured in such a way only George and Lee could hear it, and they snickered.
"Ginny, I need your help here! We have guests tonight!" Molly yelled.
"Mum, I can't," Ginny shouted downstairs.
Then, Percy's head appeared over the banister. "Can you take it down a level, please? I'm working!"
At that point, Angelina decided to interrupt, before a real argument could arise. "I would like to help you, Mrs. Weasley," she said, and Katie and Alicia immediately agreed as well.
Molly looked at them gratefully. "That would be so nice of you. Thank you, girls. And call me Molly, please."
Fred and George noticed that they had to leave the kitchen immediately, before their mother could obligate them to help as well. They nudged Lee and started to back out of the kitchen. But their mother noticed them.
"You three, can't you help as well? You could slice the vegetables already," she said, shoving the chopping board towards them.
"Mum, you really don't want me to lose that finger again, do you?" Fred challenged, and under Molly's rage, they skipped out of the kitchen, leaving the girls behind.
When they passed the living room, they stopped for a second in surprise. Hermione was sitting on the couch, holding a baby. Harry and Ron were sitting on both sides of her, looking at the tiny child. Had they missed something, they wondered as they entered the living room.
"Hermione, what's going on?" Fred asked incredulously. The three of them looked up, and Fred, George and Lee could suddenly see the baby's hair – it was purple. That explained a lot.
"Oh, it's just Teddy," George said as Harry, Ron and Hermione gave them questioning looks.
"Do I really look like I'm having a baby already?" Hermione challenged.
"You really want us to answer that?" Fred asked and Hermione scowled.
"Fred, you're lucky I'm holding Teddy," she threatened.
"Ron, why are you looking at Hermione like that?" Lee asked, as Ron was staring at Hermione's face when she'd started about having babies.
"Nothing," he said quickly, and he left the room blushing.
Hermione's cheeks reddened as she realised what Ron must have been thinking. She gave Teddy to his godfather and went after Ron.
"So, Harry," George began, "what's going to happen to Teddy now?"
"He will grow up with his grandmother Andromeda. But he'll come over often." He sighed, "I feel so bad for him having no parents."
There was a moment of silence as they realised what he meant.
"We could be his parents, Harry," Fred suddenly said excited. "We would teach him all our tricks, and he could test out our newest products, and –"
"Okay, I see where this is going, and I'm going to assure you that this won't happen. You can raise your own kids like that, but you're not going to make a Marauder out of Teddy."
"But Harry, he's a Moonslet. He's meant to be," George pleaded.
"So? Because I am a 'Prongslet', does that mean I should prank everything and everyone on my way?"
Lee huffed. "You actually knew the Marauders, you've got their genes, you're bloody related to them and then you don't want to be like them? Honestly, Fred and George, why did you give him the Map?"
George laughed. "Come to think about it, we actually gave it back to its rightful owner."
At that moment, Ginny entered the living room. "Fred and George, I'm going to kill you. Both of you," she threatened, pointing at her hair. It was purple.
"What have you done with my hair shampoo, you idiots? Stupid jerks! You always with your pranks! I tried to fix it for a whole hour!" she shrieked.
"Hey, Gin, calm down," Fred tried to reassure her. "Look at it from the bright side, you match Teddy now."
And then, Fred, George and Lee skipped out the room before Ginny could actually kill them.