A/N Sorry for the long wait, but I wasn't inspired until recently. Be aware that the majority of this story was written in the wee morning hours. This story is taking place in the summer of 2015 Fred is ten and will be heading off to Hogwarts in September.

A loud boom shook the flat. "Frederick Jordan Weasley!" shouted Angelina. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Just trying something Mum!" Fred called back.

"That kid is worse than you and Fred combined," Angina said to George as he had just walked in. "Add James and Louis, and their worse than you two and the Marauders combined."

"What did Fred do now?" asked George, trying to suppress a grin. He loved it when his son tried 'testing things' as he called it.

"He just nearly blew up the house, that's what," said Angelina.

"Now dear, that's probably an exaggeration, but I'll go talk to him."

George hurried upstairs and went into his son's room. Fred was sitting in the middle of the room surround by objects that looked like he had nicked from the inventing room.

"What are you doing?" asked George walking coming in.

"Oh, hey dad," said Fred looking up from a pile of stuff. "I'm trying to figure out how to combine some of your fireworks with the instant darkness powder."

"That sounds cool," said George. "How's it going?"

"Not too well," said Fred. "The only thing I've succeeded at is exploding my lamp," He gestured to his desk where the smoldering remains of a lamp sat.

George laughed and pulled out his wand to fix the lamp. "I think you're more like your uncle than me at times," he said softly.

"Why?" Fred asked.

George sighed quietly. Despite it being sixteen years since the battle, it still hurt to talk about Fred and it probably always would. "He was always more of the inventor. Most of the products that have come out since the war were ones that we had already come up with. I'm not very good at coming up with ideas."

"Yes you are, Dad," said Fred.

George smiled softly. "Thanks son," he said rather thickly. "Come on, lets go see I'd this invention of yours works."

"I already told you that I blew up my lamp," said Fred.

"Yes, but let's see if we can figure something out." And the father and son went down to the inventing room.

A few hours later and several explosions later two black and singed red-heads walked out of the inventing room.

"What in the world have you two been doing?" asked Angelina. She paused and looked her husband and son over. "On second thought, I'll wait to find out until you two have showered."

About half an hour later the three gathered in the sitting room. "Fred," began Angelina, "so what were you doing earlier?"

"I was trying to invent something," said Fred proudly.

"Oh, Fred," sighed Angelina. "Whatever are we going to do?"

"Well, I don't know what the long term plan is, but how about some Chocolate Frogs since Fred and I made a new invention this afternoon."

"Only you could think of chocolate at this time," Angelina smiled.

"I can think of a few," retorted George. "Fred, the Frogs are in the upper, left cupboard in the pantry. Could you please grab them?"

"Sure, Dad." Fres ran to the kitchen and soon the sounds of cupboards opening could be heard.

"So who else were you thinking of?" asked Angelina.

"Ron and Remus," said George with a smile. He quietly added, "And Fred."

Angelina smiled sadly and reached out to hug her husband. Fred arrived the the bag of Frogs. He reached in and was about to grab a handful when Angelina said, "One, Fred."

"Mum!" cried Fred.

"It is a celebration," said George.

"For something that could blow up the house someday," muttered Angelina.

"It was only my lamp!" cried Fred. "And Dad fixed it." He began to open his card.

"George!" said Angelina. "You mean to tell me that our son blew up his lamp. Thank Merlin it wasn't himself or the house."

"I'm glad you've got your priorities straight," teased George. Angelina was about to respond, but was interrupted by Fred.

"Mum! Dad! Look at this!" and he placed a card down in front of them, the chocolate forgotten. Angelina grabbed the card and began to read:

George Fabian Weasley

1978-current

Currently known for being the owner of the world famous shop, Weasley Wizard Wheezes, George Weasley is also known for being a member of Dumbledore's Army and for fighting in the Battle over Little Winging, in which he lost an ear that was caused by a misdirected spell, as well as the Battle of Hogwarts. He currently lives with his wife Angelina son Fred, named after George's twin who died in the Battle of Hogwarts, and daughter Roxanne. He is continually inventing new items for his joke-shop and his children often help him.

"Wow," shouted Fred. "You're on a Chocolate Frog card!" Each word was slightly louder than the previous one.

George stared at the card. A lot of his family were on the cards, but he hadn't ever expected to be on one. His mind drifted back to the time he had found Fred's card. It had been a shock; Ron could confirm that.

"Uh, Dad?" Fred's voice broke into his thoughts. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm just remembering when I found your uncle's card, that's all," said George quietly.

"George, it's time to head over to the Burrow for dinner," said Angelina. "I'll go and get Roxy. Are you bringing the card?"

"Of course I am," said George. "I'll have to show it off."

"Be sure to remember that I'm the one who found it!" cried Fred, running upstairs to grab who knew what. George smiled and shook his head. There was probably going to be some sort of explosion at the Burrow. If Fred was thought wild when he was alone, it was nothing compared with what he was like when James and Louis were around. "I hope Hogwarts survives the next generation of wild prankster," George thought as he slipped the Frog card into his pocket and walked upstairs to get ready for dinner.