Bill snuggled deeper into the comforters. He felt kind of weird with sleeping on top of them but God they were so warm. And moving. He hoped he didn't fall asleep on one of his coworkers again. Those goblins never entered his room for anything after that. Though it felt like he was forgetting something. Something important. Did he leave the oven on? No he didn't even own an oven.

He groggily opened his eyes to see a familiar quilt. Next to the Weasley sweaters, their mum also made large quilts while she was pregnant with them. This one was a traditional gold and red with some blue accents. What was he doing on Percy's quilt? That was with Percy at Hogwarts. And apparently moving.

He then recalled coming to Hogwarts last night. He recalled getting lost trying to get to his room and just broke into Gryffindor tower. Then going to the Prefect's room and crashed on the bed. So he was in Percy's room. He slipped off the bulge in the bed quietly. He cringed feeling the cold stone floor of Hogwarts. His eyes glanced at his old room. It wasn't surprising that Percy had gotten to be a prefect as well. He was a smart stickler.

What was surprising was seeing Percy sleeping haphazardly in his chair lightly snoring. Bill furrowed his brows. Turning around he stared at the bulge in the bed. He knew it was a long shot, but he really hoped Percy didn't do anything with a girl to that degree. He was the good one for Pity's sake!

He did not want to imagine his younger brother... Doing the nasty before he was even married. Hell, Bill wasn't even married yet. Oh his mum was going to have a heart attack. After she removed Percy's family jewels. With great caution, he removed the carefully sewn quilt from the sleeping body. A shock of red hair made his heart slow down from it's frantic pace. Fred must've had another nightmare and made his way to Percy's room. When George was too tired to wake up, Fred would make his way to Percy to be comforted. While that was strange, George had a habit of seeking out Ginnie and sleeping in her room. They could only guess one sought comforting, the other sought to protect.

Usually, once it had calmed down they could joke about it. It seldom happened anyway. With that happy knowledge, he proceeded to lean over the slumbering red head and place a kiss in his hair. It always seemed to comfort the twins no matter how much they would brush it off. Over affectionate lot.

The sleeping body sighed. Not in contempt. Not in any way that seemed to convey emotion. Just a small sigh. A noise made releasing air. Oh well, he still had to find Charlie and get him back for not telling him where he was supposed to be sleeping. Maybe he'd even run into the little red head who could be his long lost assumed dead brother. This felt similarly to something he had heard a few British muggle women talking about. Soaps? Though why they would name a situation after something that was meant to clean was beyond him. Still, it seemed like a fitting description.

He walked out of the room quietly not wishing to disturb the sleeping boys.

Unfortunately for him, one was already starting to wake up. And he had to pee. And he was stuck.

Ron groaned as he woke up in an unfamiliar, rather warm bed with a need to pee. He squirmed slightly. Damn. How long was he going to be stuck like this. It was very uncomfortable and he was roasting. He glanced over at the chair he had argued with Percy to sleep in. There he was. Sleeping away.

"Percy."

He didn't care that he wasn't close with this student. He really just wanted to get up.

"Percy."

Again no response.

"Percy. Percy. Percy. God. Percy! Percival! Perseus! PERCY!"

There was a snort as Percy opened his heavy green eyes. He yawned with a stretch briefly wondering why he was so stiff. The answer was clear to him when he saw Ron awake in his bed.

"Sleep well?"

"Shut up," Ron grumbled, "Unstick me."

"You should still be sleeping. You have astronomy later-"

"I have to use the loo!"

That shut Percy up. With a slight tinge of red to his cheeks, he pulled out his wand and performed the counter curse. Ron jumped out of the bed, yelping as his feet made contact with the cold floor as he darted to the Gryffindor bathroom. Percy went back to stretch, removing as many kinks from his back and neck as he could. The chair was clearly not made for sleeping. Especially on a mid November morning. That reminded Percy that he would need to talk to the younger members of the house about options to remain at Hogwarts for the holidays. While most of the first years would head home, there was always one or two that would remain at Hogwarts. Similarly to how Percy, Fred and George had already said that they would remain for the holidays while his parents and Ginnie went to Romania.

Though that may be a moot point now that Charlie was here at Hogwarts. Maybe they'd decide to visit Bill instead. Egypt was supposedly lovely this time of year anyway. Supposedly. Percy never could get passed all that sand that would make it's way into his trousers.

"Dear. Aren't you supposed to be at the Ministry?" Molly asked her husband. An odd thing for her to say given that usually he would be out all night not home until morning only to go back out in the afternoon. As it was, he had been home overnight, an indication he would have to go into the ministry bright and early in the morning. A bit of an odd schedule but he did have to deal with the unpredictability of wizards poking fun at muggles and their use of different items.

"I have some time," Arthur said with a smile. Leave it to Molly to brighten his world each and every day. They both heard the footfall of their only daughter descend the stairs.

"Ginevra, breakfast."

"Thank you mum. And it's Ginnie."

"Ginevra is a perfectly good name."

"I like Ginnie better," the young red head stated scrunching up her nose at the name Ginevra, "Morning dad."

"Morning Ginnie. How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good. Though the ghoul was making a lot of noise."

"Really? I didn't notice."

"You can sleep through a hurricane my dear," Arthur joked. Molly lightly hit Arthur on the back of his head.

"Hush now."

"Yes dear."

A plate was put in front of him with eggs, sausages, toast, and marmalade. His breakfast of choice. And yet he didn't feel hungry. He felt hollow. He took a few bites but nothing changed. Just a sense of queasiness. His mind made it's way back to Bill's letter. Should he? It would be for the best if he told her. But he couldn't stand to see her heart break if it weren't true. So he decided to tell her half the truth.

"Fred and George seemed to have had an interest in a first year," he commented offhandedly. Despite not looking at him, he could tell that he had the attention of his wife and his daughter. So rarely did Fred and George take an interest in someone to the point of being mentioned.

"Oh?"

"Yes. A young first year."

"What's his name?" Ginnie asked, her curiosity not well contained, "Is it Harry Potter? I heard he's a first year this year."

"No. His name's Ron."

Molly tensed slightly at the name. Arthur didn't look up from his breakfast. Ginnie however looked back and forth between her mum and dad. They weren't going to say anything more on the subject until she left the room. Good thing Fred and George were really good at listening in on things people didn't want them to hear.

"I'm all done mum. I'm going up to my room."

"Alright Ginevra."

Ginnie placed her dishes in the sink and left the room. She took a few step on the stairs making them get softer as she came back down and stood outside the kitchen listening in.

"Ron. He's a first year?"

"Yes. Apparently Fred and George to a shine to him."

"Really now? They've sent letters about him?"

"No. But the teachers have seen them talking to him a lot."

"Not hurting the dear boy are they?"

"Not at all."

"... I guess it was time that I made another sweater isn't it?"

Ginnie didn't understand. Another sweater? For a boy she knew nothing but the name?

"You don't have to dear." Her dad was comforting her mum.

"No, no. I've made a sweater for everyone in the family. Even Lee has a sweater to wear. Poor boy gets cold announcing those Quiditch matches."

"What color?" Arthur sighed.

"...Maroon."

"Maroon?"

Maroon? Ginnie wasn't quite sure what to make of this conversation. She didn't know anything more other than that her mum would be making another sweater For a boy that they only knew about from letters. Letters she should have been getting to. She was going to Bat-bogey hex them into tomorrow. Still. Maroon?

"It would've been Ronnie's color."

Ronnie? Who in bloody hell's name was Ronnie?

"Are you sure-?"

"Absolutely. I can't avoid a color just because of what it was supposed to be. Besides... It would be like giving him the sweater I never could."

Ginnie was more confused than ever. Ronnie? Maroon? Sweater? Gift?

"I know it sounds silly," Ginnie heard her mum continue, "But perhaps this is fate's way of giving me a chance to help him."

"It's not silly dear," Arthur said. He didn't expect this reaction. Though, to be fair, she didn't expect it either. Grief did odd things to people. And this grief, perhaps she should know that there was a chance. Maybe it would be better for her. Even if he wasn't theirs. It might gift Molly the closure she never truly got.

"Ronnie maybe... alive."

"Don't you joke about that!" she hissed drawing her wand. Arthur looked at the wand knowing there was a mean Bat-bogey hex behind it if wasn't careful.

"I'm just saying, that this boy has no living known relatives. And he has red hair."

"Many have red hair," Molly argued. She had seen the magazines muggles printed. There had been an interesting number of red heads.

"I said maybe. Charlie seems to think so."

"Charlie! Arthur he is all the way in Romania!"

"Not according to Bill he's not."

"Bill? What are you talking about? Have you been up three days again?"

"No dear. Bill received a letter from Charlie who has taken a job as an assistant professor at Hogwarts."

There was silence before the storm really picked up.

"And why did no one tell me?!" she yelled, "I was just about to obtain our portkey for Romania and Charlie's not even there!?"

"Dear please calm down-"

"I will not. Those boys are getting a talking to. Not telling me where they are. Making me get grey hairs is what they're doing. I'm sending a letter to Bill. We should visit him."

"Hogwarts as well."

"... What is he doing there?" she questioned. She was getting more than a little miffed that her family was not telling her where they were. And while the clock did a pretty good job it was far from perfect in knowing where her family was. Keeping secrets was not acceptable in the family. The war had shown her that much when secrets led to Gideon and Fabian's death.

"His job apparently. Seeing if the Defense Against the Dark Arts position is really cursed."

Molly remained silent.

Ginnie listened with bated breath as her mum finally said something.

"Well, I'll see if Dumbledore would be so kind as to let us join the school for Christmas."

Despite how sweet the words and tone were, Ginnie couldn't help but shiver. Christmas with everyone. And the mysterious Ron her dad talked about. And mum's Ronnie. It wasn't a brother. Mum mentioned Gideon and Fabian quite a few times. So who would cause her mum that much pain? Who would she never talk about?

Perhaps she could ask Bill or Charlie when they went to Hogwarts. a sudden joy burst in her chest. She was going to Hogwarts!

...Well that was a fail. More so with Molly and Arthur. GAH!

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