"Bill!"

"Fred. George. What did you do?"

"How could you assume we-"

"Boys."

"We transfigured Filch's robes to pink frilly dresses."

"Looked a loot like Aunt Tessie he did."

Bill groaned at the twins antics. Why couldn't they tone down the pranks just a little bit? It would at least save him from seeing his brothers for the first time in almost a year from scrubbing the floors.

"Besides that, what are you doing here-"

"-Brother dearest?"

"Well, it would seem as though the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position is cursed. And as a curse breaker I have come to investigate if this matter is true or not," Bill stated. Fred grinned impishly as George handed over a chocolate frog. Bill raised a brow curiously. He didn't have to ask when Fred answered.

"We had a bet on whether you or mum and dad would show up next. I bet on you," Fred grinned cheekily. Bill furrowed his brows. It didn't make sense that his parents wouldn't be here. In fact, if there were any evidence that Ron here at the school, his mum would have torn down the school doors with a Weasley sweater and box of fudge in hand.

"You bet that I would be here before mum and dad?"

"Dad's been busy with the ministry. So I was banking on how busy he'd be. Bit surprised we haven't gotten a letter about him though. Have gotten a few howlers from mum though. Not too happy when we blew up the toilet."

"Does mum and dad even know?" Bill questioned. Fred and George rolled their eyes.

"Percy sent the letter to Charlie. So Perce probably sent a letter to mum and dad being the squealer he is. There is no way they don't know."

Bill silently hoped they were right. Mum was a menace when a secret was kept from her. Dad was a bit better. Though that could be that he was pretty easily distracted because of muggle items.

"Hagrid, what is that?" Ron asked looking at the boiling pot in the center of his boiling cabin. Harry had the genius idea to ask Hagrid about Fluffy after he had come to grips that he had named something so menacing Fluffy. It didn't take long to convince Hermione who was interested in care beyond the books. Apparently Ron's near death experience made her curious as to some information that didn't quite match the book's description. Go figure.

"It's uh. Somethin' I won. Down at the pub," he said cryptically. Ron stared at the larger smooth rock looking thing in the cauldron. It didn't quite look like a rock though. It seemed to twitch among the furious bubbles in the boiling water. Almost like an-

"Egg?"

Hagrid stopped. He stared at Ron for a moment.

"Yeah."

Ron highly doubted it was a good idea to have a mysterious egg in a small shack like this. Whatever laid it must have been huge. And able to withstand hot temperatures given how hot it was in the cabin. Or needed hot temperatures. Not surprisingly, the first creature that came to his mind was a dragon. A large fire breathing, egg laying, treasure hoarding beast.

"Hagrid, is that a dragon's egg?" Ron questioned. Hagrid's face was an answer enough as he flushed slightly more red.

"Hagrid, you live in a wooden cabin," Hermione reprimanded.

"What are you going to do when it hatches?" Harry questioned, "It'll burn your house down."

"No need tah worry. Got it all covered," he said proudly, "Learned all 'bout raisin' dragons. If I can handle Fluffy than a dragon's no problem."

"I highly doubt this is legal," Ron muttered. It just didn't seem like something a person would own, wizard or not. It would be like a muggle owning a pet hyena. It just didn't happen. Hagrid didn't say anything more on the matter as all their warnings about a fire breathing lizard in a wooden house was a bad idea.

Arther Weasley was a respectable man thank you very much. He took his job in stride. He was able to juggle a household of five boys and a little girl rather well, all while being the bread winner of the family. He was very capable of dealing with anything at a moment's notice. Such was the type of person needed in his line of work with all the muggle items being enchanted for a wizard's entertainment. That being said, even a man such as he can be thrown for a loop. During his day he had received a letter from his eldest son Bill. That in and of itself was not all that strange. He did enjoy keeping in touch with the family and would send letters when his job allowed for it. What was odd about this letter was the wax seal on it.

The Hogwarts seal was no stranger to Arthur after seeing it on so many letters sent addressing either the twins copious pranks or Percy's success after Bill and Charlie had graduated. But this letter was clearly written in Bill's handwriting. Sitting at his desk during a slow moment, he opened the letter. It seemed as though Bill had decided to check out the Defense Against the Dark Arts position and it's supposed curse. And Charlie was there too? Well, looks like they wouldn't have to go to Romania to see him after all this Christmas. Reading over the familiar lines and style Bill wrote in, his heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be true. Could it?

The letter was placed on the table as he thought back to the day he had lost his youngest son. The day of his birth had been unpleasant. Many lives were lost. Including Ron's. Though if the letter was anything to go by, it might not be the case. He thought back to receiving the red haired infant from the coroner. He had said that their nurse had this baby, and it was unlikely that it was another's child. Still, he had offered to perform a blood ritual, one that would identify heritage. Both he and Molly had said no, not wanting their baby ripped apart for the violent ritual. It was one thing if the person was alive, their magic as well as their flowing blood made the process quick and simple. To identify a dead one however, the blood had to be stirred. Magic had to pulse through the veins of the person, essentially ripping their body apart for an answer. It was horrifyingly gruesome. They had wanted their son to be placed as whole as possible in his grave, for his eternal rest.

It wasn't possible. And yet it was. Another child. One who's letter indicated being a Weasley. And those letters were never wrong. Always taking either the blood name of the father, or of the mother if the father died or was no longer seen as a member of the family. But there was still a chance it meant another Weasley. While by no means a common magical name, there were a few families that had the name of Weasley in Britain. He wasn't sure if they were descendants of squibs or not but they were nonmagical people who shared his last name. There was a chance though. A chance that the baby they respected to much to check before lying him in the grave was not their son.

He frowned thinking though of why Ron would have been sent away if he had been born at St. Mungos. It was unlikely that they would have let a child born from a witch be taken away to be raised as a muggle. They would have tested the child to see if they could find any living relatives. Unless the child was born from a muggleborn. His mouth felt dry as he imagined how St Mungos would treat an infant of a muggleborn. There was no way to contact nonmagical relatives as they would have to be sworn to secrecy. And with the war going on, any child with muggle relations would have been killed. It was clear that "Blood Traitors" children were not safe so a muggle born infant would be less so. He could envision another doctor removing him before he could be killed. Saving his little boy.

Arthur chuckled darkly to himself. His little boy? He was getting ahead of himself. It was a muggle born orphan apparently with remarkably similar red hair and a letter from a magical quill that was never wrong stating he was a Weasley. Oh god he was turning into Moody.

He then sighed trying to think of the best way to tell Molly what the boys were getting themselves into.

He just hoped that she would go easy on the sweaters this year...

And Scene. Well that was interesting.

MissCHSparkles, you bring up many good questions. Many of which I have no answers for.

Many of which there are some ideas as to why certain things happen. Other times I write something, forget about it, and then a lovely reader such as yourself reminds me and I have to enter the abyss that is my mind to recall what in the world I was thinking.

Still, I enjoyed the many reviews I have received since writing this story. I enjoy writing it about as much as you all enjoy reading it. Sometimes more or less depending on the chapter.

However, I would love to see someone else give this idea a shot. One character raised as a wizard in the book, instead raised as a muggle. How would they change? Would Draco still be in Slytherin? Would Neville be more confident? Would Luna have even more zany creatures to look for? Would Crabbe and Goyle be smarter? Would Percy still aim to be the Minister? Would Fred and George prank as much? A thousand and one possibilities.

Now that I'm done with that little ramble, please let me know what you think and review.