On April first, 1978, two new babies were born to Molly Wealsey and Arthur Wealsey.

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Wealsey, you have been blessed with twins." The St. Mungo's Healer placed the two bundles of joy into Mrs. Wealsey's arms. "They're beautiful, Molly." Arthur said, adoringly looking at his two new sons.

Molly was worn out, but overjoyed. "Yes, they are perfect. And we agreed their names are Fred and George, correct?" Arthur nodded. Molly looked at the eldest, who was Fred. He was older by ten minutes. The other one, who was rubbing his eyes sleepily, was the younger one. George Wealsey.

The hospital door opened with a bang, and their three youngest sons; seven year old Bill Wealsey, five year old Charlie Wealsey, and two year old Percy Wealsey.

"Can I see? Can I see?" Charlie asked, jumping up and down with excitement.

"Of course you can." Mrs. Wealsey lowered her two new sons low enough for her three sons to see.

"Two! Two more brothers!" Bill proclaimed.

"Cool!" Little Percy said, even though he had no idea why two babies were cool.

"When can we take them home?" Charlie asked, for he wanted to show both of them all of their toys.

"Not right now sweetheart." Mrs. Wealsey wanted nothing more than sleep.

"Please?" Charlie cried.

"Let your mother rest, children." said Mr. Wealsey, who took one of the twins into his own arms. Fred, the baby he was holding, yawned and snuggled closer in with his father.

The three older children were taken by a healer to the children's room, while both twins and their mother slept.

None of the kids knew, or the parents knew, that it wasn't a coincidence that Fred and George Wealsey were born on April fool's day. But it was not a coincidence. The two youngest kids at the time were going to be full of laughter, danger, and fun. Lots of fun.