A/N: Fred and George act mature for their age. I just don't know how to write a couple of seven-year-olds convincingly. The only kid I know really well who's close to seven is very mature. In this fanfic, since they're little, Ron and Ginny are the only ones who share a room. The others, at that point in time, had their own.

Ages:

Ginny- 4

Ron- 5

Fred and George- 7

Percy- 9

Charlie- 13

Bill- 14

Enjoy

"Fred- Ron's done it again! He's gone and taken our biscuits." George's loud complaint caught the attention of his mother.

"Now darlings," Molly said fondly, "you mustn't blame your little brother. Ickle Ronnie doesn't know better." The two boys retched slightly.

"He's a little rascal!" said Fred, recalling one of the words his father used when he was angry. His mother pursed her lips and looked at him disapprovingly.

"Run along and don't touch your brother's wands!" Molly said warningly. Lately the twins had been grabbing Bill and Charlie's wands whenever they could get at them. Her two oldest sons didn't know how to guard against mischievous little boys, especially ones as intelligent as hers.

"Why does Mummy always make that face at us?" Fred asked, annoyed.

"Ickle Ronnie doesn't get that face," George said darkly. Fred nodded in staunch agreement.

"All we want to do is have fun! And then she yells, and Daddy yells, and then Percy tries to yell!" George continued, becoming angrier.

"We trounce Percy, though, every time," Fred pointed out. George tilted his head slightly.

"Let's trounce Ron, too!" he declared.

"We'll get in trouble, George…" Fred said cautiously. His brother shrugged.

"So we get into trouble. Our biscuits will be safe forever!" he grinned. "Are you with me?" he asked proudly, raising a fist into the air.

"This isn't Waterloo, George… But yes, I am," Fred assured him. The two troublemakers bent their heads together, and hatched a plan. When they finally left the room, it was with iron in their eyes, and steel in their hearts.

"Charlie! Charlie!" called George weakly. He was on the landing, clutching at his leg. His brother dashed out of his room.

"George? George!" Charlie came rushing towards him. George whimpered in pain. "What happened?" asked Charlie, concerned.

"I slipped down the stairs. My ankle hurts, Charlie," George said quietly. Behind them, Fred slipped out of the room, and gave him a thumbs up.

"Do I need to get Mum?" Charlie asked calmly.

"No. It's just sprained a little. Walk on it some, and I'm sure it'll be fine," George said hastily. He got up to prove his point, and, faking a limp, walked upstairs to his room.

Charlie shrugged, and went to his bed. Flopping down, he reached to check for Dad's wand, which his father had left on the nightstand while they were playing chess. When he couldn't find it, he decided that it must have rolled off onto the floor. Not bothered at all, he turned over and fell asleep.

"I got it!" Fred whispered jubilantly. George high-fived his brother.

"Let's go," he whispered. They slid down into Ron and Ginny's room. Their little sister was playing outside, so Ron was alone.

As they entered, they saw him playing with his teddy bear. He looked at them delightedly.

"Freddie! Georgie! Play with me?" he asked innocently. His freckled face was impish.

Fred, recalling his many stolen biscuits, as well as all the other injustices done to him, raised the wand, and pointed it at the teddy bear. There was a flash of light, and suddenly, the fluffy animal was writhing, legs flailing every which way.

"Teddy!" screamed Ron, tossing it away from him. The large black spider skittered across the floor. Laughing mischievously, Fred and George leaped onto Ginny's bed to avoid it. Arthur Weasley burst into the room, having heard the yell. Seizing his wand which had been left on the floor, he Vanished the spider.

"Daddy!" Ron called, running across the room and wrapping his arms around Arthur's legs. Arthur picked up his crying child and shushed his tears gently. When Molly came running he handed Ron off to her, and turned to glare at the two boys sitting quietly on the bed.

"Explain yourselves," he hissed through clenched teeth.

"Well we-" Fred started.

"We were just-" George cut in. Arthur held up his hands for silence.

"You know what? I don't care why you did it. The fact that you could do something like that to your brother is all I need to know," said Arthur said gravely. Fred and George exchanged a glance and hung their heads. "You must be punished." They looked up, worried.

"Ugh… Was it worth it, George?" Fred moaned, flopping onto his bed.

"I dunno," was George's reply.

"My left buttock will never be the same!" Fred wailed. George shook his head.

"I didn't need to know that…" grumbled George.

A/N: I know, I know! I vilified Mr. Weasley, Fred, and George, and put in a victimized Ron. But what could I do? It was a mean trick, and it scarred 'ickle Ronnie' for life!

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