A/N: Last part, still don't own Harry Potter

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Molly Weasley sighed with exhaustion. It was the Christmas holidays, and Bill and Charlie were home from Hogwarts. She was of course delighted that her sons were home, but she could have done without the prank war. Bill was a third year this year, which meant that he could visit Hogsmeade, and Zonko's, and so had decided that it was time to get revenge on the twins. Fred and George, and by extension, Jeremy, had not of course, taken this lying down. Hence the prank war. A week into the holiday, she was already sick of fixing endless hiccups, green hair, hopping, paint splatters, the stink of dungbombs and a vast collection of other things. Bill and Charlie may have the advantage of Zonko's products, but Fred, George and Jeremy had the advantage of, well, Fred and George. Arthur wasn't much help, he was out most of the day, and Percy, Ron and Ginny were just trying to stay out of it.

She looked up from making mince pies at another explosion from above, followed by several yells. Not again.

And then a lot of clattering.

And some banging.

And a few thumps.

Then the smell of dungbombs.

That. Was. It.

Molly put down the baking things, and went upstairs. The twins and Jeremy were just picking themselves up from a tangle on the floor, all soaking wet, stinking of dungbomb and looking a bit shell shocked. Molly waved her wand and dried them out, then fired a series of charms at them to get rid of the smell. She knew quite a collection of spells to get rid of dungbomb stenches. She'd learned well from Gid and Fab, and expanded her repertoire since.

"You two! Get down here."

Two gleeful faces withdrew from the railings of the floor above and headed downstairs, pasting on guilty looks as they did. Molly wasn't in the slightest bit fooled.

"That's quite enough pranking. Go out and practice Quidditch for a bit you two."

"But they'll prank our rooms if we leave the house!" Protested Bill.

"They will follow you out as soon as they've had baths." Molly said firmly. Charms could do a lot, but they'd wear off. Best deal with the stench now. Bill and Charlie protested a bit more, but did grudgingly head out to play Quidditch, more because Charlie wanted to make the house team next year than because she told them too. Fred, George and Jeremy she directed towards the bathroom. She waved her wand at the stairs behind them, setting up a shimmering shield."

"That spell will last twenty minutes. I want you all showered and out of the house before it wears off. Clear?"

The three boys nodded, eyeing the stairs with disappointment, and Molly headed downstairs to finish making mince pies. She doubted that they'd really be all done before the time was up, they only had one bathroom with a shower below Bill and Charlie's rooms, but she'd go up and check on them just before it ended and keep an eye on them.

Ten minutes later though, Fred headed down the stairs, smelling fine and dressed in winter gear. He waved and headed out the back door. Molly frowned. They usually waited for each other. But they couldn't go upstairs, and maybe he was bored waiting around. When George headed out the back door ten minutes later, she relaxed. The spell would have run out by now, but she wasn't worried about Jeremy. He might be developing into a good prankster, but she'd never heard of him doing anything on his own, and she doubted he'd start today. She happily went back to giving her full attention to the baking, satisfied that for the next few hours, there would be no sudden bangs, splashes or yells. Peace.

An hour later, Fred and George came running in asking for some water, closely followed by Bill and Charlie, telling that they weren't pranking their room on their watch. Molly sighed. That hadn't lasted nearly as long as she'd hoped. She doubted she'd get them all outside again, so she told Bill and Charlie to go and read in their room for a bit if they were so worried. The twins of course started to follow, but she told them to stay. They could remain where she could see them.

There were loud thumps up the stairs, then the creaking of her eldest boys bedroom door. Then, there was a crash, two yells, and a suspicious fizzing sound that kept getting louder. Molly choked. They'd been outside! She'd blocked the stairs! How? Surely not Jeremy?

"FRED!" shouted two voices from upstairs. Molly frowned. Fred was sitting right in front of her.

But there was new thumps on the stairs, and a few seconds later Fred came running into the room.

"Sorry, I didn't quite get out in time."

With a nasty feeling of deja-vu, Molly looked between the Fred in the doorway and the Fred sitting down. The one sitting down was swinging his legs. Fred never swung his legs. He squirmed.

"What. Did. I. Tell. You. About. Polyjuice. Potion?" she said, making sure her voice dripped danger. All three boys shrank back.

"We didn't use it!" protested the twins. The real ones.

Molly raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

"We didn't!"

She turned to the not-Fred, sure that he would break more easily than her own boys. He did. In seconds he was looking guilty, then he was squirming, then ginger hair was fading to brown and Fred's features were melting away to reveal Jeremy's.

"See, no polyjuice!" the real Fred said smugly. Molly held in her groan.

Of course Jeremy was a metamorphmagus. Of course.

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By the time the Easter holidays came around Molly was so used to three twins running around that she didn't even blink. She could even tell at a glance (admittedly a long careful glance) whether there were two Fred's or two George's. She learned to count three twins safely into the garden before she relaxed about them making trouble in the house at least. However, it seemed that there was going to come a time when she wouldn't have to do so. The news came a couple of weeks before the Easter holidays started, and Molly had to admit that, despite being a little relieved, she was also very sad for the twins. Sharon had been promoted, and while this was a good thing, it did mean that they would have to move to France.

The twins and Jeremy of course were devastated. Not only were they not going to be able to see each other everyday any more, but Jeremy would, in all like likelihood, end up going to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts. They were planning on moving over the summer holidays, and so the three boys were spending every possible moment they could together, out in the woods or on the lake or planning a good deal more pranks than Molly was happy with. When the Easter holidays rolled around however, she put her foot down. She informed all three boys that if they restarted the prank war they would be grounded until the summer holidays and would have double chores for all of that time. She owled Bill and Charlie to inform them both that if they restarted the prank war she would send them weekly howlers detailing embarrassing childhood exploits until they wished they'd never heard of Zonko's. All five decided that discretion was the better part of valour and promised they would not prank each other over the holidays. There were times when Molly Weasley could be crossed, and there were times when she most emphatically couldn't.

So Molly fully expected to have a fairly peaceful holiday, or at least, a peaceful holiday for the Weasley household, and on the second day, settled down happily to making cookies. Of course, once the smell of baking cookies spread through the house, most of the residents came wandering downstairs with wide pleading puppy dog eyes. Molly however was a mother of seven and had long since become immune to even the best puppy dog eyes and sent them all out into the garden, one after the other to burn off some energy. Bill and Charlie went off without complaint, calling that they'd do some flying. Percy said he had a book and was heading back upstairs before Molly told him she'd confiscate the book if he didn't get some exercise. Ron and Ginny, who'd been playing chess together came down next, and were likewise sent outside. It took several minutes of wondering where-exactly-are-the-trio-and-what-are-they-planning before she remembered they were playing at Jeremy's today and coming round for supper. Molly relaxed and twenty minutes later took the cookies out and left them to cool on the kitchen table.

It was at this point that George came in, predictably following his nose. "We're back Mum, can we have cookies?"

"Later, go and play in the garden with the others."

"Just one Mum? We're really hungry." George pleaded, trying the puppy dog eyes.

"Later I said."

George complained a bit but headed back out a bit, saying he was going to get the others and go to through to the garden. A few instants later he stuck his head back in "You wanna come out and play too?"

Molly thought about it, it was a nice day, and she could keep an eye on her hoard of kids, and if she could see both twins and Jeremy, then her cookies were pretty safe. "I think I will" she agreed. George smiled and vanished. Molly waited until she'd seen three figures head off into the garden, two George's and a Fred today, and then stuck her wand in her pocket and went out to sit on the grass for a bit.

It was actually a rather nice hour, and Molly thought she should probably do it more often. About half an hour in one of the Georges came over to say he'd left his hat at Jeremy's and to ask if they could go and get it. Molly thought it could wait, but didn't see the harm, and so allowed the three of them to head off, carefully watching that they didn't cut through the kitchen of course. Molly wasn't born yesterday.

After the hour, Molly thought she'd better go back inside and box up the cookies. She yawned but got up and went inside, summoning some tubs with her wand. Then she looked at the table. Where half a tray of cookies were missing. And stared.

She'd had all three of them under her eye! She'd been sure they hadn't cut through the kitchen! How had they nicked the cookies! She walked to the kitchen door and scanned for the twins. There, just behind the tree line, a flash of red hair.

"FRED. GEORGE. JEREMY." she bawled.

There was a long pause, then slowly and guiltily a twin emerged from the trees, still chewing. Then another emerged, then another. Then another. Molly blinked several times, then rubbed her eyes. There were still four twins. What in Merlin 's name was going on?

She went out to meet the four almost identical boys, holding her wand carefully in her pocket just in case.

"Well?"

"We're sorry." chorused four voices, who couldn't possibly have not expected to get caught. That wasn't really, for once, what Molly was looking for though.

"There are four of you." she stated, a little irritably.

There was a pause, and then one of the Fred's grew a bit shorter and became Jeremy again. Then one of the Georges shot upwards and changed to reveal an eleven year old with spiky pink hair and a mischievous expression.

"I'm Tonks. Nice to meet you. You're a great cook."

Molly Weasley just stared. There had, once, just been two of them. Then there had been three. Now, apparently there were four. She gave up.

"Erm, the ministry organised for another metamorphmagus to visit me." Jeremy piped up when the silence lengthened.

"Right." Molly said a little faintly "Any more of you running around?"

All four shook their heads, having the grace to look a little guilty.

"Right then, you can all come and help me cook supper. Where I can see you."

"Yes Mum."

"Yes Mrs Weasley." chorused four voices, and Molly directed them indoors.

Honestly, what where her sons going to do next? Actually, on reflection, she didn't really want to know.