Molly Weasley had a vision of laying in bed with her husband until late morning. That how ever was broken by the shrill sound of that stupid muggle alarm clock Arthur had going off at four in the morning. She groaned and pulled the pillow from under her head and stuffing it over her face to block out the annoying item.

It continued to shriek loudly for several moments and Molly got fed up, so she reached for the alarm over her still blissfully asleep husband, and fiddled with turning it off.

"Someone turn the alarm off." A slightly prepubescent voice screamed from somewhere in the house, and Molly was to annoyed to pay attention to which of her children it was as she finally turned it off.

" Silence." Molly whispered as she placed the clock back over on the side table and stared awed at her husband still being asleep.

" Thank you." The same voice screamed, and Molly identified it as her eldest son.

"Go back to sleep sweet heart." Molly answered back, and crossed her arms as the yelling back and forth woke up her husband.

" What's with all the yelling ?" He yawed as he turned over and dragged a hand down his sleep crusted face.

"The alarm went off," Molly laid back down still very tired," why was it set so early."

Arthur furrowed his brow in thought before he sat up suddenly," I forgot to mention that I was heading in early today."

" Why?"

" Because we recently did a raid, and if we want to get through it on time we need to get in earlier to finish it." He spoke as he pushed off the covers and quickly went about his morning routine.

"The children will be upset that you left before they were up." Molly mumbled as he came out of bathroom fully dressed and clean fifteen minutes later.

" I know, and I'm sorry I forgot to mention it last night," He mumbled as he gave his wife a chaste kiss and headed for the door," Do tell the I'm sorry. I should be home at usual time."

"Alright dear." She answered as he shut the door, and she rolled over hoping for a few more hours of sleep.

She was just dozing off when there was a loud thud from upstairs, before screaming and loud arguing started with her name being called repeatedly. She turned over on to her back and started at the ceiling for a few moments as she contemplated who's idea it had been yo have so many children. She sighed and sat up prepared to go deal with the problem when her bedroom door was thrown open and in walked in her son Percy looking majorly peeved.

" Mom Fred and George hand there hands in their pants and were writing bad words on each other" He wined, his glasses going askew as he crawled up onto the bed with her.

" We were not," To voices simultaneously screamed as the aforementioned duo skidded into the room," It was there when we woke up."

" Liars," Percy screamed and insistently tugged on his mothers night gown," Mom just look at their butts, they were writing bad words onto there butts."

" Calm down Percy," Molly tired to console her third eldest son," You two show me what your brother is talking about." She ordered peering over at her two rambunctious twin children.

"It was there when we woke up." one of them tried defend, she was sure it was George.

"Yeah we were going potty together when I noticed something on his butt." Fred stated shaking his head furiously.

" Yeah, and then I noticed the same thing on his butt,." George crowed as if that was the most important detail on the planet, in the way only a six year old could.

" Show me now." Molly ordered.

" What is with all the yelling so early. " Her eldest groaned as he wobbled into the room obviously still asleep.

" Fred and George wrote bad words on each other." Percy accused.

" Really? What you'd right?" the thirteen year old asked his eyes sparkling with something close to pride.

" Bill." Molly scolded, running her hand through her hair as she tried to control the situation.

" What I didn't do anything." He defended, very awake now.

" You two show me your butts now." Molly said ignoring her eldest.

The twins grumbled as they moved closer to their mother and pulled down their sleep pants to show her their behinds. There in neatly done handwriting were the exact same words on their left butt cheeks, 'Fuck me.'

" Oh Merlin," Bill giggled as he looked at what had been written.

" Bill, would you please-" but she was interrupted by a new voice.

" Why is everyone in mom and dads room?" her second eldest Charlie asked curiously as he came, but froze as he took in the sight of everyone crowed around the twins who had their pants down," What's happening?"

" the twins wrote 'Fuck me', on their butts." Bill happily told his brother, he wined however as his mother hit him on the back of the head.

" language Bill," Molly sighed as she pulled out her wand," Now I'm going to get this off your butts, and you to will being doing chores for the entire day."

" But mom, it was there when we woke up."

" We didn't do it." They cried talking over one another.

" Either way it's coming off." Molly snapped and the twins went quiet as she waved her wand and used scourgify on their butts making them squeal at the feeling.

" Odd." Molly whispered as the words stayed completely the same, not coming off in the slightest, so she cast the spell again.

" Mom." they wined squirming as they felt the spell hit again.

" Hush, "Molly stated as she ran her hand of George's now red fanny," What did you two use to do this?"

" We didn't." they groaned together.

" Then how did it get here?" she scowled a she pressed her fingers against the crude words.

" Mom," Fred whimpered, "that hurt."

" Yeah." George agreed trying to pull away.

" I wasn't even touching you Fred." She huffed as she tried to keep George in place.

She tried the spell once more hoping to get it off, but screamed in surprise as the spell bounced off and hit Percy in the face. He fell backwards as he let out a high pitched yell at being hit.

" What the bloody hell is going on?" Bill whispered as they all watched in fascination.

The words on the twins butts glowed a bright gold and seemed to pulse before settling back down to the original black color they had been.

"What just-"

" Happened?" the twins asked scared as their butts felt like they were on fire.

" Mom?" they questioned together turning around to see their mother rooted to the spot on the edge of the bed, a look of deep surprise on her face.

" Mom are you okay?" Bill carefully asked stopping in making sure Percy was okay.

" I-yes," she mumbled, her face a flushing brightly as her eyes took on a far away look," let's just go back to bed."

" What happened, are we in trouble?" George asked as he pulled his shorts back up.

" No, but we will discuss this when your father gets home." Molly offered as she shook her head to center her thoughts.

" But mom what was that?" Charlie asked, not comfortable with the lost look he saw in her light brown eyes.

"We'll discuss this more when your father gets home," Molly repeated refusing to talk about what had just happened until she could speak to her husband," Now go back to bed it's still very early."

Bill looked ready to ask again but decided against it as he watched the twins scramble into bed and cuddle up to Percy. Percy tried to fight them off but just gave up and closed his eyes while pulling the twins close.

" I meant your own beds." Molly huffed good naturedly as she smiled, coming out if the lost look she had gained form what had happened.

"But your bed is always so warm." Charlie grinned getting in the bed and adding to the growing pile of children.

" Yeah." Bill agreed, thinking 'if you can't beat them, join them' as he squeezed In between Charlie and Molly.

"You kids." Molly cooed as she reached down and pulled the blanket up covering up her children before laying back and staring at the ceiling as she worried about what just happened.

It was a legend, make believe, a children's story. There was no other explanation though, the words, how they turned gold and wouldn't come off. Molly breathed out deeply, as she tried to sort out what was happening.

The whole thing was supposed to be a fake, sure there had been cases of this supposedly happening but the last one had been so many years ago there was no clear record on it. Plus there had been no real proof to it being real, that had been given to the public. It was just impossible that her little boys, were some how branded with something so impossible. The words first they would hear from the other half of their soul.

She needed Arthur to get home real soon.