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Molly Weasley surveyed the scene under the family Christmas tree with
motherly pride. Her two youngest were playing with gifts they had
received that Christmas morning. Three-year-old Ron was cuddling
his new teddy bear which he had already christened Mr. Chudley.
Her two year old, Ginny, was holding a tea party with her new china set.
The chubby toddlerís lips were pursed with concentration as she pointed
her new toy wand at one of her teacups. Little Ginnyís red pigtails
bounced as she ran to offer Ron an imaginary cup of tea. Molly smiled
as Ron solemnly accepted the cup and pretended to put it Mr. Chudleyís
mouth. Ginny clapped her little hands with excitement, giggling
Molly was so grateful her two youngest got on so well. It was
certainly peaceful with just her two little ones. Arthur had taken
Bill, Charlie and Percy to Diagon Alley to watch the Christmas parade.
The five-year-old twins, Fred and George, were out in the garden playing
with their new toy broomsticks. Molly was confident that they
couldnít get into too much trouble as the brooms only hovered a few
feet off the ground. She could hear their happy shouts and whoops
from outside. All in all, Molly felt truly content.
However, even as she watched the sweet interplay between Ron and Ginny,
a dark thought tugged at the back of her mind. Ginny was twenty-six
months old and she had not shown any signs of magic. All of her
boys had shown magic before their second birthday. When Fred and
George were infants, she had had to give up on trying to put them to
bed in their own cradle. In the morning she would invariably find
them squashed into the same cradle, even though they hadn't
even been able to walk yet! Percy had somehow charmed his
favorite book, Hogwarts, a History, to record his fatherís voice so
that he could listen to it even when Arthur was too tired to read.
Charlie had once accidentally set the catís tail on fire after it hadscratched
him one day. When Bill hadbeentaking
his first toddling steps he had stumbled down the stairs only to land
safely at the bottom without so much as a scratch. The twins had
forced the magic out of Ron early. They had tried to stuff the
newborn down a gnome hole but he had bounced
every time they tried to shove him in. Molly had nearly fainted
when she had looked out of the window and
seen her baby flying through the air!
Ginny, however, had not shown a single magical manifestation.
Molly had made sure that all of the toys the children got for Christmas
were educational, geared to improve their M.Q., (Magical Quotient).
The toy wand Ginny was currently holding was designed to light up when
a magical child touched it, but so far Ginny had not produced so much
as a spark. Molly had hoped that the wand was defective, but no,
whenever one of the other children grabbed it, it lit up just fine.
Arthur had assured her before he left that Ginny was probably just a
late bloomer. Molly wasnít so sure. After all, hadnít everyone
thought that her cousin Leonard was just a late bloomer as well?
She remembered the last time she had seen her poor cousin. He
had been wearing one of those constrictive Muggle suits with a torturous
looking tie. Molly shuddered.
A loud wailing dragged her away from her tumultuous thoughts.
Ron and Ginnyís tranquil make-believe had been shattered by the sudden
and noisy appearance of Fred and George barreling through the living
room on their little brooms. George had stomped through Ginnyís
tea party, scattering the little teacups and saucers. Of course,
none of them broke as they were enchanted, but Ginny cried out in dismay
at the ruins of her little party.
Meanwhile, Fred had swooped on Ron, pulling his little brown teddy
bear out of his arms. "Oy George! Heads up! Here
comes a Bludger!" Fred pitched the bear at his twin, over
George punched the stuffed animal in mid-air and sent it sailing back
towards Fred. Just as Fred reach out to catch the bear, Ron barreled
into him, slamming both of them to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
They rolled precariously close to the Christmas tree.
"Boys! You stop that this instant!" shouted Molly over
the fray. Ginny was struggling against George who was holding
her arms behind her back to prevent her from running to Ronís aid.
Before Molly could reach the boys to pull them off of each other, a
loud crack rent the air silencing the various grunts, wails and groans.
Ron crawled away from Fred, cradling Mr. Chudley victoriously, a broad
grin on his flushed, little face. Fred, however, sat dumbstruck
in horror, holding the pieces of his broken toy broomstick in his hands.
His eyes glittered with tears and his bottom lip trembled furiously.
Suddenly, he stood up, wiping his shirtsleeve across his eyes and glaring
at Ron. Molly gasped as the little brown bear Ron was holding
against his cheek suddenly sprouted several large, black tentacles and
writhed in his grasp. Ron screamed hysterically and released the
bear, which had turned into a large, furry, black spider. The
spider scuttled around Ronís ankles, clicking its pincers menacingly.
Molly raised her wand to transfigure the spider back into Mr. Chudley
just as George released Ginny and ran at the spider, stomping it with
"George stop!" cried Molly, pulling him off of the toy by
the scruff of the neck. She stooped to pick up a very battered
bear. One of its eyes had popped out and was hanging by a thread
from its squashed, furry face.
Ron snatched the bear out of Mollyís hands with an anguished sob.
He fell to his knees crying, "Mr. Chudley! Mr. Chudley!"
Mollyís temper flared as the twins chortled maliciously at Ronís despair,
but before she could say anything, Ginny had snatched her toy wand off
the ground, pointing it at the twins. "Fred and George!
You are bad!" she cried, stamping her little foot in fury.
Molly watched in amazement as Georgeís toy broomstick rose from the
floor behind the twins, hovered in the air and swung back. Before
Molly could so much as raise her wand, the broom swung forward and swatted
both twins on the behind before falling to the ground in two pieces.
Fred and George howled, clutching their bottoms before running from
the room in terror. Molly staggered to the sofa and sank down in shock.
Ginny, completely oblivious to her motherís astonishment, leaned down
and put her head on Ronís heaving shoulder. She patted him comfortingly
before gently pulling the ruined bear from Ronís hands. "Mummy
make Mr. Chudley all better," she said. Ginny took the bear
and her brightly glowing toy wand, and crawled into Mollyís lap.
"Mr. Chudley needs Pepper Up," she declared.
Molly laid the toys aside and crushed Ginny to her in a warm embrace.
The little girl pulled back, peered into her face and said, "Fred
and George are bad. Very bad."
"Yes they are," Molly agreed, pulling Ginny close again.