A/N: Second part, and I still don't own Harry Potter.

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It didn't take much convincing for Marcus or Sharon to agree. They hadn't heard that much about what their son had been up to near the burrow, and Molly had always made sure that Jeremy was cleaned up a little before he went home. Molly took a little more effort (she was beginning to realise that the twins were having rather more influence on Jeremy that Jeremy was on the twins), but after a little pleading, she too gave permission.

It was of course, to be at Jeremy's house, because the burrow, no matter how much magical things were put away, would not sustain an image of normalcy for a whole sleepover. Even if the mirrors could be convinced to stop talking, an owl would probably turn up in the morning with the paper, or somebody would floo call or, well, a few dozen other things.

The boys plan was actually rather simple. One twin would go downstairs to talk to Marcus, the other would hide under the bed, and Jeremy would hide in the cupboard with the camera. Molly never did find out where they got the polyjuice potion from. Then again, she probably didn't want to know.

What she did find out, was that Marcus could scream pretty loudly. It was a good thing she'd been in the village to do some last minute shopping because otherwise, well, she didn't really want to think about it. Molly of course didn't bother wasting time wondering where the scream was coming from. She had dropped the twins off for a sleepover a few hours ago. What were the odds that the twins were not at least somehow involved in causing the scream. So Molly headed straight for Jeremy's house.

The door was locked when she got there, and no one answered the bell. Usually she would have waited a few minutes and tried again, but this time she pulled out her wand and discretely cast alohomora. This was technically, against the statute of secrecy, but from the sounds emanating from the house, the statute of secrecy was already being made into a paper aeroplane, or more likely, a pirate ship. She opened the door and went inside.

Now Molly Weasley had been the sister of Gideon and Fabian Prewit, and was the mother of seven children, and she had a distinctly tougher skin than most parents, and was distinctly more used to the unexpected. However even she was floored for a second by the fact that it was Jeremy sitting on the kitchen table with Marcus looking at him in horror. Usually, it was Fred or George or frequently, both.

"Is everything all right?"

Marcus whirled around to look at the kitchen door. He was looking pale and his hair looked as though he'd run his hands through it at least a hundred times. He had an almost feral look on his face.

"M-M-Molly."

"I'm very sorry for my sons, I'll take them home right away and.."

"Th-There's two of them!"

Molly frowned. Marcus knew that Fred and George were twins. She was absolutely certain that he knew.

"Err, are you feeling alright?"

At that rather unfortunate moment, another Jeremy ran into the room wailing at the top of his lungs "I told you twins were contagious! Don't believe it! I'm Jeremy."

Molly Weasley had not learnt nothing from keeping a house of seven magical children alive and mostly sane. The pieces fell into place as soon as she saw the second Jeremy. It helped that the second Jeremy skidded to a horrified halt as soon as he saw Molly, and that the one of the table suddenly looked hunted. She took a deep breath. The twins cowered.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? THEY ARE MUGGLES!"

The Jeremy on the table looked helplessly at the Jeremy in the doorway through to the living room. That Jeremy looked right back in equal helplessness.

"Whose idea was this?" Molly demanded, trying to moderate her volume a little in respect for Marcus's shocked expression. "Out with it. NOW."

And then, a small, meek voice from behind the second Jeremy said "Mine. Please don't kill me."

And the third Jeremy stepped out from around the corner, still holding a camera. Marcus made a whimpering noise and took a step back. Molly blinked in confusion, then swelled with anger again. She whirled on what she was fairly certain were her own sons.

"YOU TOLD HIM ABOUT MAGIC!"

Jeremy, the real one, whimpered a little, but gathered his courage. He had been friends with the Weasley twins for less than two months, but already he had heard volumes about the Weasley matriarchs temper, and that there was little that could be done about it but give in and tell the truth, the sooner the better.

"Actually, I'm a wizard."

Marcus gave out another whimper, but seemed to have passed completely beyond speech. Molly spared a thought to wonder if she had a calming draught on her. The poor man was going to need it.

"That's lovely dear. When did you find out?"

Jeremy risked a glance up at Molly "A week ago."

"I see, I take it from this that you haven't told your parents yet."

"Err, not exactly."

"Right then."

Molly did have a calming draught in her handbag, and she put the kettle on and told Marcus to sit down. Then she tried to carefully approach the topic of wizardry.

"Marcus, have you ever noticed anything, well, odd happening around Jeremy?"

Marcus made an odd gurgling sound and looked at the three Jeremy's, who were now all standing rather guiltily together. Molly followed his line of sight and realised that they were probably beyond tactical approaches.

"Well, err, the short version is that your son is a wizard. And my sons are too. They've disguised themselves as your son. I'm very sorry."

"Magic isn't real." said Marcus, in the tone of voice of someone who has just found himself in a new reality and is just realising how much he liked the old one. Molly tactfully didn't say anything, and instead made the tea, pouring a generous portion of calming draught in it.

Marcus took the tea shakily, but did drink it, and mercifully calmed down significantly. Or at least, calmed down enough to ask questions. Molly started with what seemed the most urgent at the time, and explained polyjuice potion. Then she moved on to the basics, and described how the wizarding world stayed secret. She was just starting on the statute of secrecy when two of the Jeremy's started grimacing and their features rearranged themselves and then changed completely. Fred and George wisely stayed quiet while Molly finished explaining the statute of secrecy and went on to explain about muggleborns and Hogwarts.

Then she stood up and said much more calmly than she felt "I think that's probably enough for one day. I'll pop by tomorrow to see how your doing. I think I will take the twins home now."

Marcus nodded and thanked her for stopping by and explaining things, and showed them out. Molly thought she was very restrained and she waited until she got the boys home before she started shouting again.

When she was finished, and she'd dragged the story out of Fred and George ("We wondered what would happen if there was a monster on the bed as well as under." and "It was more realistic if we both pretended to be Jeremy, otherwise it would have been obvious." and "You don't want to know where the Polyjuice came from Mum.") she informed them that they were both grounded for three weeks, and they had double chores for another three weeks after that, then sent them to bed.

She waited until she was sure that they were asleep before she allowed herself to laugh, just a tiny bit. After all, it could have been worse. At least no one needed to be obliviated.