A/N: Finally, the next chapter is up. I hope you all like this one now that the twins can talk a little (I imagine their voices to be high-pitched and their words just barely understandable). So enjoy and I'd much appreciate if you would review!

Disclaimer: The Weasleys and setting belong to JK Rowling.

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When you thought five was a lot; The Weasley's thought not

For Molly was pregnant once more

Now another one; You all ought to run

This is bound to be fun

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March 1st, 1980

Arthur Weasley stood at the top of the stairs. He was stressed and tired; his glasses were askew, a large bag dangled from this arm and his robes were wrinkled and stained, as though he had been too busy to change. There were bags under his eyes and fine lines of wrinkles marked his face. He called "Fred! George! Come out here this instance!"

He scanned the hallway and spotted two heads peering out from behind a door. The heads disappeared at once. "I've seen you. Now get here this instant!"

Two identical redheaded boys came out of the room. One was wearing a robe several sizes too large for him and the other appeared to have stuffed a pillow down his shirt.

"Look daddy!" George said. "I'm mummy! See, look, my tummy's big like hers!" he patted the pillow and beamed at his dad.

"And I'm you, daddy!" Fred added. "But your robe is too big. And I was gonna use Percy's glasses but he didn't let me, even when I said that wouldn't bite him no more."

Before Arthur could ask when Fred had ever bitten his brother, a groan followed by a yell echoed through the house, "ARTHUR WEASLEY. YOU WILL GET DOWN HERE WITH THE TWINS THIS MINUTE OR HAVE YOUR NEW CHILD BORN IN THE LIVING ROOM!"

"Sweet Merlin! We've got to go boys! No, leave those on, we have no time!" He ushered them down the stairs and joined the rest of the family. Molly stood in the middle of the room, her stomach jutting out with the defined curve of pregnancy. She was breathing heavily and clutching her stomach. Bill, Charlie, and Percy stood around her looking worried.

"Bill! Hold on to Fred! And Charlie, you hold George!" Arthur called over his shoulder, half-way out the door with Molly at his side.

"Wha' about da floo, daddy?" George asked, struggling to keep the pillow under his shirt.

"Your mum can't floo right now, sweetie. We're taking the car." Arthur patted Molly's back. "Just hold on, dear, we'll get you there."

"Yeah, mum, you've done it four times already! And once with twins!" Bill said.

At that point Molly groaned and grimaced. "Doesn't seem to make the fifth time any better." Charlie commented.

"Boys, I know you're trying to help but it really isn't." Arthur said, helping Molly into the car. "Now get in, quickly!"

"Daddy, why's mummy yelling?" Fred asked, pulling up his robes. "Is she hurt? Is that why we're taking her to the 'ospital?" he looked ready to cry.

"Mummy's not hurt, Freddie, sweetie. I'm fine." Molly smiled at him comfortingly before wincing again.

"You don't look fine!" Fred cried.

"Then why are we goin' to the hospital?" George demanded.

"She's gonna have spells put on her to make her feel better, ain't she?"

"Naw, they're gonna take her arm off and give her a stronger one so she can hit us harder!"

"They're gonna deflate her tummy!"

"What'll come out?"

"All the food that she ated!"

Percy pushed up his new glasses and scowled at the two. "Food won't come out of her tummy. A baby will!" he said, irritated.

Fred and George looked at him, each other, and then at their father with wide eyes. "But daddy, how--"

Just at that moment Molly let out another groan of pain. "Okay! Time to go!" Arthur hastily slammed the door, put the car in gear and sped away to St. Mungo's.

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Charlie was curled up in his chair playing with a small figurine on a broom. Percy sat next to him with his nose in a book and eyes focused on the words on the page. Bill sat opposite them, taking the big-brother role once again by watching over his younger brothers. Between looking at the corridor for his father and helping Percy with whatever word he had difficulty with, he was out of his chair chasing down Fred and George.

"Don't touch that! Oi, don't go up there, either! Don't make me call dad!"

Fred and George sat on top of a broken hospital bed. George stuck out his tongue and said "You can't tell dad! He's with mummy now and can't come! Haha!"

Bill attempted to pull them off the bed but Fred just moved away. Both twins laughed. "I said get off!"

The twins smiled their smile – charming yet suspicious – and nodded. "Okay!" They hopped off the bed and stood in front of their brother. Bill sighed in relief and was just about to grab them before receiving a sharp kick to the shins. He fell to the ground in pain and the twins giggled. "We gotcha!"

"Why, you little monsters!" Bill roared and got up, glaring at the two year olds. "Dad's not here, but you should be afraid of me!"

The twins stopped laughing abruptly. They looked at their eldest brother's eyes and saw that he wasn't joking. With screams of terror, they took off with Bill charging after them. They ran around the waiting room, knocking over a decorative plant and nearly running into a heavily bandaged wizard.

"Just you wait!" Bill yelled at them, "When I get you two I'm going to tie you down to a chair and--" Suddenly he felt a sharp tug at the collar of his shirt. He stopped and turned around to see a mediwitch pointing her wand at him.

"No running in the corridors!" she said. She pointed her wand at the two twins and they stopped as well. "This is a hospital, not a field for you to play in!"

She herded them back to their seats and gave them a stern talking to. "I know you guys have been waiting for a long time, but you have to be patient and not get rowdy. Now where are your parents?"

"Our mum's having a baby." Charlie answered. "Dad's with her and told us to wait here quietly."

"Yeah, and he told us not to break nothing too!" George grinned at her.

The mediwitch's gaze softened and she gave them a warm smile. She was a big woman with large arms and legs. Her hair was dark brown and in a bun at the back of her neck. When she smiled it gave her a motherly sort of look, unlike before when she looked bossy and commanding.

"Aw, and you two are how old?" she cooed at the twins.

"We're two but turning three in one whole month!" Fred said.

The mediwitch patted his head and told them, "Well, you two are going to be big brothers soon, aren't you? Then you'll have a baby brother or sister to take care of!"

"It'll be a sister!" George said. "Mummy's been wantin' one so it's gotta be one now!"

The mediwitch chuckled. "Well then, you'll have to be good big brothers to her, then. Set an example for her! Now if you need any help while you're waiting just ask for Auntie Carol and I'll come and help you."

"We will, Auntie!" Percy said, looking up from his book.

Auntie Carol gave him a fond smile and turned to leave. But two gentle tugs at the hem of her robe caught her attention. Fred and George had followed her and were looking at her with an almost timid expression.

"Um, Auntie, we were just wonderin'…" Fred began.

"We just wanted to know…" George continued

"How do babies--"

A pounding of footsteps came from around the corner. Arthur Weasley came into view, tired but with a smile on his face. "Boys! Come and see the newest addition to our family!"

"Well, I guess it's time for you to meet your new brother or sister!" Auntie Carol gave them a nudge towards their father and waved them goodbye. Bill rushed over and grabbed their hands, pulling them to where mother and child were waiting.

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It was the same small room as last time. The mediwitches had joked that Molly was in here so often that she may as well have owned the room. The large bed had been placed near a window where you could see the muggles rushing about on the street. Propped up on the bed were Molly and a small bundle wrapped in a blue material.

"It's another boy?" Charlie asked, gaping at the baby.

Molly nodded. "Another brother for you boys."

"I swore that it was going to be a girl." Bill whispered.

The Weasleys had gathered around the bed making the already small room cramped. Fred and George were elbowing each other for more room and Arthur had to pull them apart.

"He may not be a girl, but he's still a beautiful child." Arthur gazed at the baby. "He'll do great things."

Charlie leaned in closer and looked at his new brother. He reached out and gently stroked his arm. "Yeah, he's pretty cute. Still a bit like a prune, though."

"Here, Perce, wanna see the baby?" Bill lifted Percy up and sat him on the bed next to his mum and the baby.

Percy reached out and carefully nudged the baby's arm. The newborn shifted a little but otherwise stayed still. Molly kissed his head and told him, "Another younger brother! Take care of him, too, okay?" Percy nodded, remaining silent.

"We wanna see!" Fred cried. "We wanna see!"

"Alright, alright." Bill helped Percy down and placed Fred and George in his place.

After careful examination of their new brother (a few gentle pokes and a close look at his face) the twins turned to their mum and asked, "Where's the girl?"

"You didn't get a sister but a new brother!" Molly answered.

George pouted. "You said we was going to have a sister."

"Well mummy and daddy were just guessing and we guessed wrong. But you have a little brother now!" Arthur gave them an encouraging smile.

"But mummy wanted a girl." Fred said. "She said she wanted a girl."

"But I love my new son just as much." Molly gave the baby a gentle squeeze. "He's a lovely boy and will grow up to be a fine man."

Fred and George looked at each other for a moment. As though they had read each other's thoughts, they nodded, hopped off the bed and walked over to the door.

"Fred! George! Where are you going?" Arthur asked, startled.

"C'mon! You gotta hurry," George replied, "We're gonna return the baby and get a girl!"

"Yeah, they may run out so we's gotta be fast!" Fred motioned for them to follow.

Percy snorted. "And you thought that I was bad…"

Arthur sighed. "I'll handle this." He followed Fred and George to the corridor and told them to stop just outside the door. He crouched down to their level and said, "I want you boys to listen very closely. You two are big brothers now. You're not the youngest anymore. So now you have to take on more responsibility – doing more things to help out – and be a good example for your brother. He'll look up to you two. You have to take care of him and be nice. Okay?" the twins nodded.

He got up and held their hands. The three walked back into the room together and Arthur even let them sit on the bed to see their brother again. This time they sat quietly for a long while.

Fred broke the silence by saying in a hushed voice, "We gonna take care of you."

"'Cause you're our brother." George said. "And we gotta look out for each other."

Molly wiped a tear away from her eye but more came out. She wrapped and arm around the twins and sobbed "My boys, my boys…" The other Weasley brothers moved in closer and reached out to whatever part of their mom they could reach and patted her comfortingly.

After the long and happy moment they moved away to give the baby more air. It was at that moment that Fred and George turned to their dad and asked quickly as to not be cut off again:

"How did the baby get into mummy's tummy?"

A long and awkward silence followed.

"Well, er, you see…" Arthur babbled.

"What your father is trying to say, dears, is that…well…" Molly searched for words.

Fred and George looked at them curiously. Even Bill and Charlie looked at their parents, waiting for an answer. "So? How?"

"They come from the great hippogriff!" a voiced piped up. Everyone turned and saw Percy looking very smug for a four year old. Making sure he had everyone's attention he continued, "The great hippogriff comes to the houses whenever mums want to have a baby."

"And they give them the baby?" Fred asked, awed.

"No! It bumps her on the tummy with its head and that makes it grow big, like a lump after you hit it. Then the lump grows bigger and bigger because a baby grows in there now because of all the food mummy eats. It was the great hippogriff's magic!"

"Then how does the baby get out of the tummy?" George demanded.

"When the baby is all nice and full and wants to come out we bring mummy here and the mediwitches do some really, really hard magic and poof! The baby comes out!" Percy finished with his hands in the air for dramatic effect. He put them down and smiled proudly at everyone in the room.

Fred and George looked from Percy to the baby. Their faces clearly showed their awe and amazement at what they just heard. The little baby had come from a bump in the stomach from the great hippogriff!

"Percy, sweetie, where did you hear that story?" Molly asked, wondering where on earth her son could've found out such a thing.

"I read it in a book." He answered simply.

"What was the book called?" Arthur asked.

"Uncle Bilius gave it to me. The Magic of the World: Children's Edition."

Arthur shook his head. "Bilius, Bilius. I remember that book. Yes, it's a very Bilius thing to give."

Molly smiled at her Percy, relieved that she didn't need to answer the question. "Thank you, Percy, for answering your brothers. You'll have to explain it to little Ron here when he gets older."

"Ron?" Charlie asked. "Is that his name?"

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, actually." Arthur grinned. "Let's hope he doesn't end up too much like Uncle Bilius."

Fred looked back at his baby brother and said in a soft voice, "Welcome to the world, Ron."