Weasley's the Name

Weasley's The Name

Chapter 1- Great Expectations

"JACOB ARTHUR WEASLEY!" Hermione Granger-Weasley screamed from her kitchen. Her curly brown hair was pulled into a very unruly bun, and her blue spring dress fit snuggly around her curves. She was the amazing age of thirty-nine and still had the vocal chords of a first year Gryffindor.

Ron Weasley sat at the table, squeezing his eyes shut at the sound of his wife's high-pitched voice. He wore a red t-shirt and khaki cargo pants, his red hair short, and face hidden behind The Daily Prophet.

Emily Weasley, nine years old and shy, covered her ears while she waited for her mother's next scream. Her red curls bounced on her shoulders as she peeked one eye at her mother.

"COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" the woman of the house screamed.

A couple of thuds could be heard coming down the stairs, and in the doorway of the kitchen appeared a rather tall eleven-year old. He smiled brightly, his two front teeth a bit larger than they should've been and his curly red hair falling in front of his eyes. He had bright blue eyes that looked anything but innocent.

"Yes Mum?" he said sweetly, putting his hands behind his back. Hermione placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. Jacob's eyes widened, he knew the stare she was giving him. Ron and Emily tried to hold their laughter in, but then Hermione sent them the look as well, and the two stopped immediately.

"Where's your brother?" she asked, though it sounded more like a statement. Jacob's face became confused, and, to Ron's amusement, somewhat relieved.

"I have no idea. Why?" Jacob said without stuttering. Hermione narrowed her eyes.

"Because he was supposed to be at Uncle Harry's house twenty minutes ago to pick up some books, and Uncle Harry just popped in and asked where he was."

Hermione smirked and crossed her arms. She stared at Jacob as if he was supposed to confess to transfiguring his brother into a frog. When her son's eyes remained calm, she huffed and continued.

"Now I know for a fact that he did not go through Floo Powder because I was sitting in the living room in front of the fireplace. That means he never left this house. Where-is-he?"

At that, a thud was heard above them, and Hermione sent Jacob a nasty look.

"If I find him tied up, you will not get that owl, do you hear me?" she growled. Ron stood up as well, shaking his head and rolling his eyes while Emily giggled at her brother. Hermione just huffed and stormed up the stairs ("Honestly.") while Ron stayed with his two children.

"Just tell me what you did, so I can tell ya how she's gonna react," he asked softly, knowing that his son was up to something, even if it didn't involve his twin.

Ron knew better than getting angry because Hermione had no patience when it came to Jacob. It was incredible how much trouble he could get in without a wand; his parents felt for Filch.

"Dad, seriously, I didn't do anything to Anthony, I thought Mum was screaming about those troll ugly dolls of Emily's..."

"WHAT?" Emily shrieked, rushing past her father and brother and up the stairs. Jacob snickered and tried to sneak out into the library; Ron grabbed his ear before he could.

"Ow!" the boy squealed. Ron rolled his eyes and the two trudged up the stairs.

There was another thud, and Hermione stopped in front of Anthony's room. Due to the conflicting personalities of the twins, they needed to be separated, the mess Jacob produced every time he swept in had finally gotten to Anthony. Jacob's room was right across the hallway, the door singed from his many...er...experiments.

Hermione knocked softly on her son's door, and waited for a response. She heard what sounded like a scramble, and then the door slowly creaked open. Anthony's head peered out and he smiled shyly.

"Hullo Mum," he said softly. Hermione's temper eased as she realized her son didn't look like he was in any pain.

"G'day Anthony, what are you doing in there?" she asked nicely, pushing the door open and taking a look around the room.

Anthony wrung his hands together and shrugged his shoulders, watching every motion of his mother. As she made his way into his room, he picked up loose parchment off of his almost perfectly neat floor.

"I was, er, studying, actually," he said softly, following his mother to his desk.

Hermione picked up a rather large book that was called, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by: Quentin Trimble. It was flipped open near the very end. Pieces of parchment were scattered around his desk, all containing notes of various techniques. Another large book lay on the floor.

"Oh Anthony, did you read all of this today? Hedwig just delivered it this morning!" Her son's face reddened to the shade of his hair. Hermione couldn't help but smile slightly at how his blush reminded her of his father.

"Well...I thought that since Uncle Harry is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, that, well, I should know everything before I see him. Plus, I still have a chapter or two left, I didn't read it all."

Hermione smiled softly at her studious son. Yes, she was no one to say that this was studying a bit too much, but now that she saw how nervous and anxious her son was, she didn't want him to be exactly like her. An image of her Time Turner popped into her mind, and she immediately wanted to stop her son from becoming a replica of her.

"If you keep this up you'll be sorted in to Ravenclaw, you smart little thing," she chuckled, putting her arms around his shoulders and ruffling his hair.

Anthony looked away from her, a deep blush engulfing his ears and neck.

"Would...would you and Dad be mad if I was...put into Ravenclaw?" he asked softly, not daring to look up at his mother. Hermione's eyes widened at the question, and she really didn't know what to say. She and Ron had never even imagined their children in a House other than Gryffindor, this came as quite a bit of a shock.

"Oh, oh, er, no sweetheart. If the Sorting Hat wants to put you in Ravenclaw, then go to Ravenclaw." She sat down on his bed, and pulled her son on her knee. He was definitely getting too big for this; he and Jacob had inherited Ron's height. "Do you want to be in Ravenclaw, Anthony?"

Her son fidgeted and leaned his head on Hermione's shoulder, looking rather uneasy with the question.

"I...I don't know, Mum. I really don't think I'm brave like Jacob, or Uncle Harry and you and Dad...oh, I'm going to be the first Weasley not in Gryffindor!" Tears streaked down his cheeks and he buried his head in his mother's shoulder, his fears of the upcoming year finally revealed.

"Oh sweetie, there's nothing to worry about!" She ran her hand through his straight red hair. "You could start a new tradition, show the world that Weasleys are not only brave, but intelligent as well!"

"Who ever said we weren't intelligent?" The two looked up and saw Ron leaning on the doorframe, smiling softly. "Ravenclaw, huh?" he asked. Anthony blushed, and nodded softly. "That sounds great."

Jacob peered in from behind his father, trying to see what they were talking about.

"What's going on here?" he asked, but Ron put a strong arm around his son's shoulders and kept him at his side.

"Nothing, did you fix Emily's dolls?" Ron asked, staring down at his troublesome son. Jacob rolled his eyes and nodded, looking annoyed that his creation had been ruined.

"Emily's dolls?" Hermione asked, her eye twitching. Ron and Jacob blushed and just shook their heads.

August 30^h

"Aw Mum, do we have to get all these books? Can't Anthony and I share?" Jacob moaned as his mother placed two copies of - The Standard Book of Spells Grade 1 by: Miranda Goshawk on the already high pile in his arms.

"You don't know if you and your brother are going to be in the same classes, now do you?" Hermione said, exasperated with her son.

"Oh, he's going to be in Gryffindor," Jacob said knowingly. Hermione sent him a sly look.

"And how do you know that?" she asked, peering over the shelves for the next book. Jacob shrugged and followed his mother.

Hermione had taken the heavy task of watching Jacob as they shopped in Diagon Alley for their school supplies, which to Ron, was a gift from above. Once Jacob was in a magical area, there was no telling what sort of trouble he could brew up. This often happened in the Diagon Alley branch of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"Because he's my twin, we have to be in the same house," he said with confidence. Hermione smirked and shook her head as she reached up to grab A History of Magic by: Bathilda Bagshot.

"That's not true, Jake. When I was at school one of my roommates, Parvati, had a twin, Padma. Padma was in Ravenclaw."

Jacob's eyes widened softly and he stopped following his mother through the aisle. Hermione thought she saw a flash of disappointment in his light blue eyes.

"Oh," he said simply. His eyes fell to the floor and he continued to follow his mother.

"No worries, you'll have a few classes together, if it does happen," she said, looking at him lovingly and hoping that if the two were separated, they could still remain close.

"Okay," was all he said. He followed his mother around a little more until he found a table to drop them all off. His mother became involved in a conversation with the bookkeeper, and she basically ignored the fact that Jacob had drifted towards the back of the store.

He wandered into the section of Quidditch books, where he stared dreamily at the many books about the numerous techniques to the sport. The young Weasley could not wait for the day when he could try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He often dreamed about being the team's Keeper, like his father, and even one day becoming Captain.

"Omph," a grunt was heard near the end of the aisle. Jacob turned to see a silvery blonde boy was lying on the ground, with a huge blue book on his chest. The boy turned to him, his eyes pleading for help.

Jacob came over slowly and groaned as he heaved the book of off the boy.

"Merlin! What were you doing with such a big book?" Jacob exclaimed, wiping the dust off of the cover, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by: Phyllida Spore. "You need it for Herbology or something?" he asked, sitting down and flipping through the pages of the book.

The blonde boy sat up and shrugged, straightening out his emerald robes. He rubbed his pointy nose and stared at Jacob with his light blue eyes.

"I don't exactly need it, but it's my favorite subject, and I thought I'd impress Professor Longbottom with some cool facts. Thanks for helping me, though. My brothers would laugh their heads off if they realized what subject I favored."

"So, what year are you in?" Jacob asked, closing the book and pushing it towards the boy.

"I'm in second year, my name's Malcolm, by the way." He put out his hand, and after a second of debating, Jacob shook his hand.

"I'm Jacob, this will be my first year at Hogwarts. I'm really excited, but my mum is making me get all these books...I hope there's time for fun." He smirked and sighed, sending an annoyed look towards his mother.

"No worries mate, it isn't as hard as the older kids make it out to be, they're just trying to scare you. Which house are you think you're going to be in?" Malcolm asked, struggling as he tried to stand up with the book, but he couldn't. Jacob quickly stood up and grabbed it as well, and the two started down the aisle.

"Hopefully Gryffindor, like the rest of my family," Jacob said, as they finally made it to the tables. Malcolm dropped his side of the book, almost crushing Jacob's fingers.

"Oh, you're a Weasley then?" Malcolm said, looking almost terrified. Jacob rubbed his throbbing fingers and glared at the blonde boy.

"Yeah..." he said simply.

Malcolm took a deep breath, and then picked up the large book in one quick swoop. Jacob knew that he was going to have a lot of trouble with the book, so he reached out to help, by Malcolm pulled away.

"What's your deal?" Jacob spat, clearly annoyed. Malcolm just turned away.

"I-I'm sorry. Thanks for helping me, but if my brothers see I'm talking to you, well, we're both in trouble." And he rushed off to the front of the store, almost dropping the book twice.

Jacob watched him and just shook his head. He sat down at the table with all of his books and waited for his mother to finish her conversation. It was going to be a long year.

Ron walked with Anthony on his left, and Emily holding his right hand down the streets of Diagon Alley. They headed towards the Magical Menagerie in search of an owl and maybe another creature for the twins.

"Is Pig gonna get jealous?" Emily asked, looking around at the variety of owls. Ron laughed and picked his daughter up.

"Probably, but that owl's been nutty for its entire life, it won't be a change." The two continued down the owl aisle, while Anthony slipped into "Furry Creatures."

He saw rats and hamsters, mice and rabbits, and at the end, he saw what he had been looking for: the cats. Since his mother's cat, Crookshanks, died when he was five, Anthony had always wanted another feline around the house. He loved the way they seemed devoted to their owners, and just the fact that it could be his pet. Jacob hated cats.

There were about nine cages of cats, three rows that were three cages high. Anthony peered into all of them, and the cats hissed. He backed away quickly, but then realized that one of the cats wasn't making any attempt to hurt him. In the bottom right hand corner, a tiny gray cat peered up at him, with crystal blue eyes. Immediately, Anthony wanted that one.

He bent down to stare the cat in its eyes, and he put his finger in the cage to scratch its ear. The cat purred, and leaned into the bars of the cage. Anthony's eyes twinkled with excitement.

"I'll be right back!" he exclaimed, running off to find his father.

When he turned a corner, Anthony ran right into a blonde girl.

"Oh!" they both said, falling to the floor.

Anthony rubbed his head and looked up at the girl he ran into. She was about his age, with light blue eyes and long silvery blonde hair. Her nose was a little pointy, but it was a minor mistake on her very pretty face. He immediately felt his face flush as he stood up.

"I'm sorry, let me help you up." He put his hand out, and the girl took it, standing up as well.

"Thank you," she said sweetly. "Name's Taylor, what's yours?" She pulled her hair back behind her head and made it into a ponytail and Anthony noticed that the sleeves of her robes seemed to have been sewn on many times.

"I'm Anthony Weasley," he said shyly. Taylor's eyes widened but then she smiled brightly, showing off very shiny and pretty teeth.

"I should've known! So, which Weasley?" she asked, giggling. Anthony smiled and his ears went red as the two began to walk towards the front of the store.

"My dad's Ron, and me mum is Hermione Granger. I reckon' you know about them?" Taylor nodded excitedly, clapping her hands together.

"Of course! Who doesn't?" The two reached the front of the store, and saw that Ron and Emily were entranced with a white owl with black spots over its wings. Ron looked over and smiled at his son and the girl he was standing with.

"Ant! Come over here and check this one out! She's gorgeous!" Anthony sent a shy smile towards Taylor, and then joined his father and sister.

The owl was grand, and once Anthony truly laid eyes on it, he knew that this was the owl for he and Jacob. Emily twirled one of her red curls around her finger as she stared in awe at the bird.

"Taylor! What have I told you about running off?" a shrilly voice called. The three Weasley's looked back and saw a rather frail woman grabbing Taylor by the arm. The little girl sent Anthony a weak smile, and then followed her mother out the door.

"Ugh, I didn't know something so ugly could reproduce a cute little girl." Ron snickered, hugging Emily tighter. The little girl hit her father on the arm, and he laughed. Anthony watched Taylor and her mother through the window until they disappeared in the crowd.

"Do you know her?" Anthony asked, looking up at his father. Ron nodded, picking the owl's cage up and walking up to the counter.

"Yeah, she graduated with me, Pansy Parkinson. A Slytherin, yuck."

Anthony nodded, realizing that Taylor would probably end up in Slytherin. He sighed, and followed his father to the counter. It was than that he heard a meow, and he immediately remembered about the little cat.

"Oy! Dad! Can I get a cat? I found the perfect one!" he exclaimed. Emily's eyes widened and she wiggled out of her father's arms, joining Anthony.

"Ooh! I want to see the kitty!" she squealed, holding her brother's hand. Ron rolled his eyes and nodded, taking the owl cage off of the counter and following his two children.

Hermione and Jacob sat in the Leaky Cauldron, sipping some drinks and looking through the books. She had taken her son to get fitted for his robes and just bought two of the same robe; he and Anthony were both the same size. All that was left now was the find the wands for her two boys; the thought made the bushy-haired woman misty.

A bell rang, and in walked the rest of their family, all smiling and carrying loads of packages. Hermione and Jacob's eyes widened as Ron walked in with the owl cage and Anthony held a small cat.

"How precious!" Hermione squealed as they came over to the table. Anthony placed the cat on the table, and it began to stroll towards Hermione. She immediately scooped it up in her arms and hugged it.

Jacob gagged at the cat and brought his attention towards the owl.

"This," he said, pointing to the owl, "Is great. Can I name em'?" he asked. Ron shrugged, Emily nodded, and so did Anthony.

"As long as I get to name the cat," Anthony said, reaching for the gray kitten. Jacob smiled widely and bit his lip.

"Hmm...I'ma call you...wait, is it a boy or girl?" he asked. Ron laughed and took a seat next to Hermione.

"It's a girl, sorry Jake," he laughed. Jacob rolled his eyes and put his elbows on the table, leaning his head into his hands.

"Hmm...a girl huh? Okay...her name is Chudley." He smiled brightly at his father, who had on the same goofy grin.

"Ewww!" Emily squealed, crawling onto her mother's lap. "That's a boy's name!" Hermione nodded, rolling her eyes at her husband.

"Come on Jacob, give it a girl's name," his mother said. Jacob huffed and thought again, looking determined. Another smile slid onto his face and he puffed his chest proudly,

"Chudlina." Ron roared with laughter, and the others began to giggle as well.

"Oy, fine fine," Hermione laughed, hugging Emily. "Anthony? What are you going to name the cat? It's a boy."

Anthony watched as the kitten stalked a fly on the floor. He jumped, barely missing it. Then, a shiny Sickle underneath a table caught his attention, and he pounced it, trying to figure out what it was.

"It seems to like adventure," he noted. Anthony smiled and said, "His name is Marauder."

Ron and Hermione smiled, and Jacob laughed. Emily didn't get the joke, but she did know that something was funny, so she laughed too. Marauder looked up at the laughing family and jumped onto Anthony's lap, purring. He smiled and rubbed its back, happy that the pet liked him so.

It was about an hour after they had settled in the Leaky Cauldron when the family left to find the twins their wands.

Jacob bounced excitedly around the sidewalk, nearly knocking over his sister who was tightly holding his hand. Ron was in duty of apologizing for Jacob's hyperactive motions and was now sporting a bump on the head from the cane an elderly witch decided to hit him with.

Anthony walked along side his mother, questioning her about how the process of choosing a wand was, and what kind of wand would be good for his D.A.D.A. class.

"Well, I'm no expert, sweetheart," Hermione stated, glaring at her husband (he had looked at her as if the last words out of her mouth had been an Unforgivable Curse). "But Uncle Harry has a wand made out of Holly, if that helps."

All the information did to Anthony was make him desperately want a wand made out of holly.

As they approached Ollivander's, Ron's brother Fred burst out of the store, dragging behind him his oldest son, a third year named George. He had the same mischievous grin his father always wore during his days at Hogwarts, and something told Ron and Hermione that something rather entertaining just happened in Ollivander's. He looked remarkably like his father, and it was rather hard to tell him apart from his cousin, Fred (who was George's son, also in third year).

"You know I appreciate a good joke once in a while, Georgie, but not at your brother's expense! You already know how nervous he is about going to Hogwarts!" Fred exclaimed, giving his son a quick slap in the back of the head. "Now you apologize before your mother finds out, because then I'm going to be in trouble."

Little George huffed and crossed his arms and looked ready to retort when Jacob accosted them, jumping up and down in front of his uncle and cousin.

"We're going to get our wands!" he exclaimed, his hands shaking. "Is Brian in there too? Has he got his yet?"

"Nope, I'm telling you, the bloody berk's a squib!" Little George spit out before his father could answer. This caused Fred to grow a furious shade of red, and he tapped his son on the head, making Little George's lips disappear. The third year looked furious, and his ears boiled red.

Jacob backed away and into his father while Hermione tugged on Fred's arm, looking with concerned eyes into the wand shop.

"Oh dear, is he having a hard time finding a wand?" she whispered, biting her lip and hoping that her sons didn't have to go through such an ordeal. Fred nodded grimly, patting his oldest roughly on the head.

"We've been in there for almost two hours, he's really starting to feel like he won't be able to do any magic."

"But he's not worried about being a Squib, is he? I mean, hasn't he gotten his letter?"

Fred's eyes grew dark and he shrugged at his youngest brother.

"He's not eleven yet. His birthday's tomorrow, so Angelina and I are praying that the post brings it. I mean, we were going to wait until last minute, but the whole family needed a entirely new set of robes because George here accidentally set off some of our latest fireworks in the laundry room...Angel is actually off with Mum trying to do something about it."

"Pretty rough," Ron commented, shifting Emily over to his other hip. "I'm sure he's a wizard though, with such clever parents." He winked at his brother and the adults laughed.

"Oh, Angel and I are sure too, when he was little all of his toys that George would break fixed themselves. Brian just doesn't believe it, says he can't remember."

While the adults talked, Jacob and Anthony crept towards the window of Ollivander's, hoping to get a peek at what they would have to do to find their wands. They could barely see through the dusty window, but both were able to make out a figure, waving a wand furiously around. The twins sent each other a silent glance of worry, and both hoped that they would find their wands quickly.

The two turned back around to join the conversation with their parents when suddenly the door of Ollivander's flew open, red and gold sparks zipping into the street and soaring off into the sky. Fred released a whoop of success and rushed into the store, followed closely by Little George and the other Weasleys.

In the center of the room, jumping madly on top of a wobbly stool was Brian Weasley, his green eyes wide with excitement and his brown hair standing on end around his face. He looked as if an entire box of firecrackers had blown up inches in front of him.

Fred raced to his son and swung him around in happiness while George looked like he wanted to shout some congratulations but only his eyes seemed to be moving. It was a rather odd sight, Little George Weasley was.

Ollivander stood behind the counter, a half smile on his face. Hermione and Ron shared a surprised look, but once the commotion of Brian finally finding a wand was over, the family said goodbye to their relatives and approached the old wizard maker.

"Ah, two new wands, am I right?" he asked with his sense of professionalism. Hermione nodded, pushing her boys up towards him. "Which one of you would like to go first?"

Jacob's hand shot into the air in such a manner that it reminded his parents of the way Hermione used to answer all the questions in class. Ollivander stared at him with narrowed eyes, and then turned his gaze on Anthony, whose face had turned a sickly green.

"Let's go with you," Ollivander said to Anthony, making Jacob groan loudly and stomp back towards the waiting area with the rest of his family. "Step on that stool, bring it closer, that cousin of yours shot himself back a couple of feet when he found his wand..."

Ollivander came around the counter and began measuring Anthony from head to toe, shoulder to fingertip and hip to knee. It was the oddest measuring he had ever gone through.

"Ah...well...let me see...hmm..." the old man muttered as he shuffled through some boxes on the far left shelf. Dust flew up as he pulled out a box a bit longer than a foot.

"Let's have a go with this one, almost like your father's, cept it's got a silver thistle in the middle. Fourteen inch willow with a silver thistle essence...sounds good, feels good...here." He shoved it at Anthony, who clumsily placed it in his left hand.

The eleven year old stared at it, then at his parents (who were grinning from ear to ear), and then back to Ollivander. His ears burnt pink.

"What do I do?"

Jacob snickered in the background while Ollivander rolled his eyes, waving his hands around in front of him.

"Wave it, what else do you do with a wand?"

Anthony felt rather foolish and with a swish and a flick, he maneuvered a real wand for the first time in his life. Some dull red and gold sparks flew out of the end, but nothing compared to what had happened with Brian. He felt quite vexed that his wand didn't put on a show.

"Nope, try this one. Holly, fourteen inches, unicorn hair." Ollivander snatched the wand right out of his hands and thrust another one to Anthony. The old wand maker held on to the original wand though, placing it in the pocket of his apron.

Anthony took a deep breath and waved his wand again, and a warm sense of relief raced through his body. This time, it produced bright flares of red and gold that flew to the ceiling and then trickled down, making Emily and Hermione squeal in delight. The boy clutched his wand tightly and stepped down from the stool.

"Mum, its holly!" he said happily. Hermione hugged him tightly while Ron ruffled his son's hair and took a look at the wand.

"Unicorn hair, that's what's in mine, bloody brilliant wand, if you ask me."

Jacob wasted no time getting on the stool, and he almost fell off because he had made it wobble when he got on. He stood straight and proud as Ollivander measured him, and he then handed him the wand Anthony had tried first.

"I have a feeling this one's for you, can't sit still, can ya?" he mumbled, crossing his arms and watching Jacob wave his wand with much less grace than Anthony did. But, the wand set off large sparks, making Jacob jump off with a loud cheer. He jumped madly towards his parents, who congratulated him.

"Those are some mighty wands, you two have there," Ollivander commented as they were getting ready to leave. "I'm expecting some great magic from you."

The family waved a warm goodbye, and the twins felt as if they were walking on air their entire way back to their home. Hogwarts, they both figured, will not be as hard with such great wands in their hands.

September 1^st

At King's Cross it was almost a family reunion. Anthony and Jacob found Brian almost immediately ("I'm going to Hogwarts! I'm-not-a-Squib!") and a large amount of redheads were seen leaning into the platform nine and three quarters.

"Hullo Hermione!" Fred called, pulling Brian through the crowd and looking as proud as his brother Percy. Angelina could be seen holding Little George's collar, scolding him for something (his trunk seemed to be moving, Anthony thought). Fred looked down at the twins, his eyes wide with excitement, "You two ready for some mischief?"

Jacob nodded excitedly and Anthony grinned, though he was a slight shade of green. Hermione glared at Fred, but then forced a smile for her boys.

"Please Fred, don't talk to them like that, I don't want any owls home." Fred smiled and rolled his eyes, slipping Jacob a pack of Canary Creams as Hermione turned around to look for something.

"Where's my baby brother?" he asked, looking in the direction Hermione was. She giggled slightly and turned back with an amused grin on her face.

Ron and Emily had been having some trouble getting to the platform because whenever they stepped near it, Chudlina would start squawking, causing all of the Muggles to stop and look.

"He'll be here shortly, I hope. I'm counting the minutes until he realizes to put a silencing charm on that crazy owl." She giggled again and shrugged her shoulders at her brother-in-law.

Fred laughed and nodded, ruffling Brian's hair.

"These two'll miss the train if you wait for him!" Hermione's eyes widened and she bit her lip, gripping Anthony's shoulder

"Oh...you're right, I should go and help him." She kissed both of her sons on the forehead and rushed back to the platform, saying quick hellos to the Longbottoms.

Fred chuckled and patted his son on the back. He then left to find his wife and other son, hoping that Angelina hadn't killed him. The three made their way towards a pillar that wasn't too crowded, and Brian pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket.

"Look what George gave me as a 'Welcome to Hogwarts' present!" he exclaimed. He pulled out his wand ("Cherry and maple, essence of dragon heartstring, twelve inches" he rattled off).

With a flick of his wand, he poked the paper and said, "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." Lines filled the paper and the twins' eyes widened. It was as if it had come out of a book of legends, it was the Marauder's Map, the map that their father had told them about in so many of his tales.

"Isn't that Uncle Harry's?" Anthony whispered as the three surrounded it. Brian nodded excitedly and the three watched as a dot labeled "Harry Potter" made his way towards The Great Hall.

"He gave it to Juliet, the first Weasley back into Hogwarts, and then she kept passing it on to all of us. It's like a family heirloom or something, isn't it amazing?" The twins just nodded, still in awe. After about five minutes of watching the dots move, Jacob looked over Brian's shoulders.

"Ooh! Hide it, Mum's coming over." Brian's eyes widened and he took out his wand and whispered,

"Mischief managed!" and he quickly stuck it into his robes.

Hermione soon joined them with a rather tired looking Ron and Emily. Chudlina continued to squawk, despite Hermione's attempts at a silencing charm. Emily was sending the owl dirty looks.

"She's hurting my ears!" the little girl squealed, waving a disapproving finger at the owl. Ron nodded softly and picked Emily up, looking as if he had just played a three daylong Quidditch match.

"Mine too, Red," he moaned, throwing a blanket over the cage. Ron pointed his wand at all the luggage and the bird, and soon it disappeared. "FINALLY!"

The group laughed, and after a few minutes of nervous silence, the whistle of the Hogwarts Express screamed.

Brian waved goodbye and ran off to find his parents, while Hermione wrapped her arms around both of her sons, hugging them tightly around the necks. Tears brimmed at her eyes as she looked at her boys, and she tried to remember the promise she had made to herself not to cry.

"Oh, please be good! Study, do all your homework, and please, please don't go sneaking around at night, okay?" she cried, breaking her promise as tears streaked down her cheeks.

The twins nodded, hugging and kissing her on the cheek, hoping she would stop causing a scene. Hermione decided that she couldn't take the emotion and she backed away from them, smiling brightly as she continued to bawl. Angelina joined her, the two almost identical in the way they were crying.

Ron kneeled down in front of his boys, Emily still in his arms. Their sister combed her hand through each of their mops of red hair and pinched their cheeks. They smiled and then looked at their father.

"Don't do anything your mother just said," Ron said, smiling brightly. The boys laughed, and hugged him around the neck. "Nah, I'm kidding. You guys are going to be fine, make sure you give Uncle Harry hell, okay? I'll see you soon." He winked and then messed up their hair (Anthony sighed and tried without success to fix his mop).

Their father pushed them towards the train, and they ran to the closest open door, hoping to find a compartment all to themselves.

Ron went back to his wife and hugged her tightly, while Emily waved goodbye to her brothers. Hermione was still crying hysterically, and Ron just laughed as the train pulled away, the twins waving goodbye from a window.