11 YEARS LATER

"George," I called up the stairs, waiting for him to reply. When he didn't, I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes, "Hurry up and bring Fred with you or we'll be late."

Again there was no response and I let out a sigh. Putting a hand on my stomach, I rubbed at it mindlessly when my daughter dealt a rather painful kick to my bladder.

"George," I shouted again.

"Just a minute, love," he called back, voice shaking with laughter.

I'd sent George up the stairs to get Fred changed so we could go to the burrow for the weekly Weasley meal but he'd been upstairs for an hour now and showed no sign of coming downstairs again. Knowing my boys they were probably talking about Fred's newest obsession, quidditch, or George was tending to Fred's ever growing love of pulling pranks.

Nothing would get done unless I did it myself.

Making my way up the stairs, I headed towards Fred's bedroom and paused outside the door. Sure enough, I could hear George laughing through the door and Fred's words were mumbled phrases.

"Hold on a second," George said through a laugh, "If you keep moving I won't be able to fix it."

My eyes widened slightly at George's words – my son was a natural born troublemaker and I could only wonder what had happened. Opening the door to the room, I walked inside and my eyes landed on my two boys as they sat on the bed. At the sound of the door opening, they glanced over at the door.

One look at my son and I was giggling too. Fred's face shifted and his eyes filled with tears at my reaction. I was quick to change my expression at that.

"Oh sweetheart," I said gently, making my way over to my son and taking him in my arms. I was careful to avoid his extra-long tongue. "What happened?"

"He ate one of the ton tongue toffees," George explained as Fred buried his head into my chest, hiding away. George grinned when it was obvious that Fred couldn't see him. I hid a smile and ran my hand through Fred's hair.

"Now sweetheart," I cajoled as I made Fred straighten up. Brushing some of his hair back, I said, "Why don't we let Daddy fix your tongue and then we can get ready to go to Grandma Molly's?"

Fred nodded and turned back to his Dad who managed to return his tongue to normal with a simple incantation. His tongue shrank back to normal size and Fred let out a big relieved breath, hugging his Dad tight in thanks.

"Are you alright now?" I asked, putting a hand on Fred's back.

"I'm alright Mum." He nodded and I patted his back.

"Why don't you go and get changed then? I need to have a word with your dad."

"Oh it sounds like you're in trouble," Fred warned his dad as he walked to his cupboard to go and get changed. He was too smart for his age.

"How did he get the ton tongue toffee?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"I must have left some around the house," George explained sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"What am I going to do with you?" I wondered aloud.

"I can give you some ideas, love," he suggested flirtatiously, leaning towards me.

I pushed him away as Fred walked back into the room. George moved away from me with a slight pout and he rose to his feet. Looking down at me George grinned down at me.

"Do you need some help to stand up?"

"Yes please." I held out my hands for him to take. "Your daughter is currently playing my bladder like it's a drum."

George took my hands and hoisted me up to my feet. He crouched down slightly, leaning down to put a hand on my stomach and whispered, "Don't be mean to you mum, darling."

Fred copied his dad and muttered, "Yeah, don't hurt my mum."

I laughed quietly and rubbed both of my boy's hair affectionately. They made an identical face and fixed their hair. They were so alike.

Once the boys were all dressed and ready to go, George picked Fred up and held him with one arm and wrapped the other around my waist. I apparated us into the burrow and we were greeted at once by my mother-in-law who hurried me off of my feet. Sitting next to Audrey, I started a conversation with her and discussed her newest breakthrough at her research lab. Not ten minutes passed before we were interrupted by panicked cries.

Audrey helped me to my feet and we followed the rest of the adults to find the source of the cries. We followed the sound outside and found poor Albus crying shocked tears. I pushed through the crowd to find Harry soothing his son but also unable to stop his laughter as well. My eyes drifted past Albus and landed on Fred who was standing next to a snickering James. They both looked immensely pleased.

Scanning the crowd of adults, I eventually located George and made my way through the crowd towards him. One of the good things about being pregnant – extremely pregnant more so – was that the crowds tended to part for you. This was no exception. My brother-in-laws let me through and I found myself in front of George in no time.

I tugged on his sleeve and he looked down at me before leaning down so I could reach his ear.

"When exactly did you manage to sneak him some ton tongue toffees?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he denied innocently.

"You're incorrigible."

He grinned, leaning down to press a quick kiss to my lips. "But you love me anyway."