Prologue

(aka Chapter One)

The Weasley's aren't a rich wizarding family. They live in a small house called the Burrow that doesn't seem to have enough space for the parents and their three sons. But now the space was going to be even more limited, especially since Mrs. Weasley had twins on the way.

Having twins was a blessing and it was also a problem. Their three sons, Charlie who is eight, Bill who is six, and Percy who is two, were looking forward to having more brothers to look after, give advice to, and maybe even manipulate. They loved the idea of having more brothers around that they didn't notice the hushed talks that their parents had that were immediately stopped once they entered the room.

That was the problem. Arthur and Molly were having an argument over their twins. Arthur said that they should give one up for adoption since they could hardly pay for themselves and their kids. Having two more sons would just make living even harder for them. Molly strongly disagreed and said that they should keep both twins because they were their sons and she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she had to give one up. She knew that they were in a bind and she knew that it would be harder to get enough money to feed the family but she couldn't give up her sons. She wouldn't give up her sons. She would fight He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named if it meant she could keep her twins.

She was too attached to them all ready. She spent some of her nights sitting in her chair that had a Rocking Spell on it so she didn't have to rock it herself. She smiled as she rubbed her enlarged stomach and singing softly, knowing that her twin sons that were growing inside of her cold hear her. She also had made matching clothes for them with her knitting needles that she had cast a spell on so the clothes sewed themselves. She had all ready picked out their names.

Fredrick and George.

The names just sounded so perfect for her unborn sons. She knows all ready that they will be smart and won't hesitate to help their siblings if they are in any trouble at all, especially since Bill, Charlie, and Percy love the twins all ready. The three constantly ask when the twins will come, their eyes filled with hope of their brothers arriving soon. Although Bill and Charlie are older they're so happy they can't seem to understand that they have to wait nine months before their twin brothers got there.

One morning, while Molly was still thinking of the recent argument she had about giving up one of the twins, she felt sharp pain in her stomach and sucked in air, not expecting the pain she felt. She held onto her stomach as she felt her babies kicking and she stared blankly at the wall. She didn't notice when Charlie came in until he rushed to her side.

"Mommy? What's wrong?" Charlie asked in concern as he placed a hand on his mother's arm.

"Go get your father, sweetie," Molly responded as she forced a smile. "The babies are coming."

Charlie ran off, shouting for Arthur as Molly clenched her eyes shut. Arthur was at her side the next instant and was helping her make her way over to the fireplace to help them get to the Hospital by Floo-Network. By the time they got to the Hospital Mrs. Weasley was whisked away to deliver the babies.

After waiting many seemingly-endless minutes Fred and George Weasley were brought into the wizarding world. It hurt Arthur to look into Fred's or George's face, he couldn't tell which one he was holding. He gave Molly a long look, trying to figure out what her decision was on whether or not to keep both twins.

"Molly," Arthur said softly. Molly looked back and forth between the baby in her arms, the baby in his arms, and her husbands face rapidly. She took a shaky breath before kissing the forehead of the baby in her arms.

"We have to do whatever we can to put our children first," Molly said slowly. "And I feel that we can give more to the kids if…" she took a shuddering breath as a tear leaked out of the corner of her eyes. "We give one of the twins up."

Arthur nodded in understanding before calling for a nurse to come in. They told her the situation and she looked back and forth between Arthur and Molly as if begging them to reconsider. Molly gave her a pointed look before the Nurse accepted the baby that Arthur was holding out to her. She told them that, as soon as the baby was healthy enough to leave, she would send him by Floo-Powder to a couple that she saw fit enough to raise him.

"May I hold him one last time?" Molly asked as she handed the bundle that was in her arms to Arthur before the Nurse gave the other boy back to her. She looked down and saw that the baby had a confused look on his face and his blue eyes also showed his confusion. "I'm sorry George, but I know that your new family will be able to take care of you in the ways that I can't. I just want you to know that I love you and I always will. No matter what."

With tears falling down her face, Mrs. Weasley gave George to the Nurse. She shut her eyes and flinched when she heard the door close behind the Nurse. The sound of the door closing wasn't what made her cry harder.

It was the sound of her heart breaking…