Hunn woke to their snoring in her ears as the sun rose and shined through the windows behind their bed. She stretched around them, and when she sat upright, they seemed to close in around her and drag her back down until she couldn't move any longer.

Huffing as she struggled, she wiggled, trying to free herself until she eventually gave up and lay there between Fred and George, who, even in their giant bed, gravitated to sleeping on top of her in their sleep. Lovingly, she ran her fingers through their hair before a devious idea came to her.

Holding out her hand, Hunn summoned her wand with all her might. After a few moments, her treasured tool of perfectly carved wood untangled itself from their pile of clothing on the floor and floated slowly into her waiting hand. She grinned as she waved her wand at the ceiling, muttering softly under her breath.

After a slow moment, thunder rolled throughout the room, shaking the bed aggressively. Her identical loves were still fast asleep as the dark storm clouds above them darkened and grew to fill the space above the bed. She grinned as she pulled her pillow from under her head and covered her face.

Tiny drops fell from the ceiling at first, and it began to downpour without warning. Thunder rolled loud and clear, shaking the floors under their bed. The drops fell thick and heavy in fierce anger as she laughed like a banshee when Fred and George jumped from the mattress, leaving her laughing alone under her pillow for protection.

She reached out and waved her wand from under her pillow.

Fred and George stared at her in disbelief as the clouds rolled into a tight ball before disappearing into oblivion. She peeked out at them with wet hair and grinned as she gazed upon their shocked and wet faces.

Wheezing, she waved her wand in a slow circle around the room, "Evanesco," She huffed, shucking in another breath as she muttered her spell, still struggling not to laugh at the long red hair plastered to their faces as they stared at her opened mouthed.

"Fred..."

"...Yes, George?"

They stalked slowly closer to where she lay in bed, "Did the love of both our lives just prank us awake?" He asked, his brows knotted together.

"I believe she did," He answered, creeping slowly toward the bed.

Hunn gasped as she continued to laugh, holding her middle as it cramped. Without warning, they pounced on her, tickling all of her weak spots further, taking the breath from her lungs until she was screaming for mercy.

When they were delighted with their retaliation, they allowed her to breathe again. While she was still catching her breath, George stood and stretched before offering her a hand and pulling her to her feet.

"What are we doing today, my loves?" she whispered with a wide grin plastered across her face.

George looked down and smiled, "Well..."

"...We were going to take you out to dinner and have the movers transport our things from the apartment over," Fred finished, spread eagle on the bed.

"Movers?"

George nodded, "We hired a few friends to bring everything over."

"We'll unpack it when we get back tonight."

Smiling, she nodded, "I like the sound of that, but what about the shop?"

"We'll stop over before we take you out and see how they're holding up before we head out."

"Hmmm, I have a better idea," She smiled at her two lovers, "How about we head to the shop and have them close it down today? They've been working hard this week and deserve to have their Sunday to themselves."

Fred thought about it before nodding, "You're right. Things have been difficult, and maybe we all deserve a day off."

"Okay! It's settled! Everyone will have a day off today."

Before heading to the floo, they washed up and changed.

"Let's get lunch at the Leaky before heading to the shop," Fred suggested, hopping on his toes, excited at the idea.

Hunn nodded as her stomach growled for her attention, "That is the best idea I've heard so far today!"

George pulled her into the floo, and Fred squeezed in with them before throwing down the floo powder and calling out for the Leaky Cauldron. When they stepped inside, the bar was empty, and crowds of people were yelling and crying. Carefully, with their wand raised, Fred pushed Hunn behind them, and they rushed to the street outside.

A crowd was gathered around various shops. Glass littered the ground, and as they took note, they saw destruction everywhere. Shops were destroyed.

Some merely vandalized, and others burned to the ground, with nothing left standing. Hunn's heart beat frantically as she took in all the heartbreak and sorrow. People's livelihoods were destroyed, and in the air, a hissing skull and snake watched them.

Fred squeezed Hunn's hand, trying to reassure her, but there was nothing he could say. No words could be spoken to make this right. It was evil without reason.

As they stood there offering support, a lightbulb went off in their minds seemingly at the exact moment, "Oh God," George gasped, taking off down the Alley at a sprint.

"The shop!" Fred yelled before simultaneously taking off down the street in the direction of their pride and joy, following after George.

Hunns chased after them both, doing her best to keep up with them, but it had been so long since she had needed to run at this speed that they had left her behind. When she caught up to them, she found Fred on his knees gazing up where the shop once stood, and George frozen stood with tears streaming down his cheeks.

The Glass from their windows lay scattered everywhere as dark smoke filled the air from the fire long since put out. The purple brick was now covered in dark soot and ash. Their beloved orange door and Fred number two were piles of ash blown away by the cold wind.

Inside, they found nothing had survived except the Galleons and other coins they had in the register the night before. The poor Puffkins were gone; none survived, and Hunn cried, thinking about her poor baby Cookie, whom they had left in the shop the night before, scooping up some of the ash from where their cage had been and stuffing it into her pocket to be buried later.

Fred and George led her upstairs where, fortunately, the fire hadn't been as bad, but still, nearly everything was lost to them. Hunn looked for any signs of her little black and white baby and found none. Continuing to look, they found that clothes and blankets were singed too severely to be worn again, burnt, and rough around the edges. In their office, they could only save a few letters from friends they shoved inside their desks and their old brooms.

George took Hunn to the trap door in the broken and burnt ceiling, and she placed a hand on his arm, "What if it's all gone? What if she's not up there?" she whispered, feeling frightened in a state unknown.

"There's only one way to find out, love," he waved his wand, and the ladder slid down. He helped her up, making sure she didn't stumble or fall.

As her head poked into her little library, she saw much of the reading space was gone. Breathing deeply, she climbed through and began poking through the piles of ash to see if anything had survived as George followed her.

Hunn found only two books near the window, the last ones she had read there, the Latin Translations book and the book her parents had gifted her on Defense Against the Dark Arts. She cried against George's chest, feeling relieved that she had something to take away from this tragedy and sad that nothing else had survived the fire.

They made their way back to the shop floor and reunited with Fred, carrying what they had managed to find. Hand in hand, they walked back to the Leaky Cauldron and took the floo back home.

There was no spell to fix what had been broken. There was no way to save what they had lost inside.

Weasleys' Wizards Wheezes was ruined.

...

Nothing was left after the shop was destroyed.

The boys had expected retaliation after their campaign against You Know Who, but the destruction of everything that they had worked so hard for was something they had never imagined.

The bank was there to help after the loss with money that they had invested. Seeing as the shop was turning a considerable profit, they found it best to reinvest money into getting the shop running again. The goblins, typically very stiff and stingy with their cash, even gave them twelve months to repair the shop again before needing to show income.

Hunn allowed them to grieve for losing their dream shop, but not for long. She kicked them out of bed every morning and made sure they knew she was there for them both, but she made them work. The boys spent most of their days at their new home planning the repair. They had ideas for more significant improvements that baffled Hunn to no end. She made simple suggestions occasionally but focused on turning their house into a home. She filled their house with furniture from her parents' vault and filled the library to its maximum.

A week after the fire, George had sketched out a new design for the shop's ground floor. He was devastated after the fire, but after some encouragement, he saw the silver lining and was excited about the new changes.

Fred took charge and ensured that the surrounding buildings were cared for and their employees were sent off with a bit of pocket change to keep them going while searching for a new job.

As the boys prepared their new designs, Hunn was preparing for the family to see their new home. Easter was celebrated at their home that night, and Molly would floo everyone over to see their house. Hunn rushed around preparing food and hopefully making enough for all the starving teens home for the short break.

Hunn waved her wand to set the pot's spoon spinning and went to work on the cake coming out of the oven. She cooled and frosted it as she fried the dumplings for her stew, which was almost finished. She buzzed around the kitchen as George sketched his new plans for the second floor, and Fred worked diligently on new products for the kids to sneak into Hogwarts.

Even with the shop being down, Fred and George decided to keep the mail order portion of the shop going to keep a small flow of Gallons coming into their vault. Molly had been worrying her head off because of the shop fire, and this was the first excuse she could devise to visit and pry into how they were doing.

Without warning, the floo flared to life, and several bodies flowed from the fireplace and crowded the living area near the kitchen.

"Fred! George!" Molly called as she shook off the soot, "Oh! Hunn darling! So good to see you. How have you been, darling?" she asked as she pulled Hunn into her arms and squeezed the breath from her lungs.

Hunn sighed and wrapped her arms around the woman, "Hello, Molly. I thought you were coming at four today."

Molly pulled away, looking confused. "Isn't it four now, my dear?"

Hunn let out a little laugh, "No, Molly. It's around twelve."

Molly laughed, "Oh, I'm sorry darling! The kids came home from school, and I just thought it would be about time to head over!" she smiled and let Hunn go before looking around the home, "Arthur told me all about how he was helping the boys build you this lovely home!"

Harry turned around the corner and waved, "The house looks great!"

"Yeah, Hunn," Ron jumped in, smiling.

"Fred and George did this?" Hermione asked, looking around in awe at the decorations and work done after returning to school.

Hunn nodded excitedly, "You should see the library!"

Hermione's jaw dropped, "A library?" she exclaimed, nearly vibrating with excitement.

Hunn nodded, "It's upstairs! Do you wanna see it?"

With a small nod, Hunn led the way to the library, and when she waved the doors open, Hermione froze, "This is beautiful. When did you have time to make this?"

Hunn cocked her head, "Make it? Fred and George designed it. I just brought the books from my parent's vault."

Hermione's eyes went wide, sending a longing look to the books lining the walls. From the corner of her eye, Hunn could see the wide-eyed realization hit Ron as Hermione began to browse the books.

With a sly smile, Hunn nudged Ron, "The woman likes books and the smell of books. Books. Keep that in mind, Ronald."

Ron looked at Hunn and nodded, his face a deep red.

Hunn walked off back to the library, and she let her adopted family explore the home. She made her way to the small room off the end of the hall and cracked the door open to see Fred and George bowed over their designs on the table.

"Loves."

They didn't move.

"The house is on fire," she said, leaning against the doorjamb.

Still no movement. It was as if they had selective hearing.

"You Know Who is at the front door, and he wants to know if you want to buy any cookies," she teased.

They continued working, murmuring to each other as if she hadn't spoken.

Hunn took a small object from the side of the door and threw it to the ground with force. A loud bang went off, and grey smoke filled the room.

George screamed and scrambled under the table, "What in the bloody..."

"... Fuck was that?" Fred finished from his place behind the chair across the room.

Hunn snickered, "Your mother is here."

George raised his brows, "It's already four?" he asked, trying to peer through the smoke to see the clock on the far wall.

Hunn shook her head, "No, it's noon, but she decided to come over a bit early."

Fred shook his head, "Where is she now?"

"In the library with Hermione and the boys."

Fred pecked her cheek on the way out of the workroom and went to his mother. George wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led the way behind his brother. They could hear Molly squealing from their place down the hall, "This will be a fun night," George laughed.

They hurried to the library to find Ron and Harry chatting at a table and Hermione with her nose in a book about Vampire habits.

"Oh, George!" Molly whined as she rushed to hug him.

Fred hugged her back and smiled as his mother fawned over him, "Mum, I saw you yesterday, and it's Fred," he whispered to her teasingly.

She pulled back and wiped away a few tears, "Oh, I knew that. I worry about you all."

"Molly, would you like to help me finish dinner?" Hunn asked, waving her over.

With a nod, Molly followed her out and back to the kitchen to help her finish cooking. They spent the next few hours bouncing around the kitchen, finishing their meal for the family.

"Oh, Molly? Where is Arthur?"

"He'll be here as soon he's finished at the office. There was an emergency. Something about rain and thunder in one of the offices that he was asked to help with."

Hunn laughed, "That sounds like how I woke the boys up a few days ago."

Molly cocked her head in confusion, smiling slightly.

"They were squishing me in their sleep and snoring as loud as a hippogriff. So I may have conjured a little storm to wake them up."

Molly laughed loud and long, "They truly have found their match with you, my dear."

They continued to talk and laugh until Arthur popped up through the fireplace and shook off the soot, "Sorry I'm late!" he hugged Molly and then Hunn, "I stopped at the office to grab a little something," He said, patting his little brown box excitedly.

"Oh dear. What did you bring?"

With a broad smile, he pulled a small box of crayons, "The boys and I have a bet going at the office. I think they're some sort of food. Maybe a sweet from the muggle world?"

"Harry is upstairs if you want to go and ask him," Hunn innocently pointed toward the stairs.

Without a peep, he hurried off up the stairs to show Harry his colorful box of crayons. Molly sighed, her eyes watching as her husband ran up the stairs, "There is never a dull day with this family."

"I wouldn't want it any other way," Hunn said, clutching her stomach as she howled with laughter.