Five Year Old Twins

“Mommy! Why do we got to stay in here with the babies?” Fred whined. “We are big! We’re five now!”
“Because I’m busy and I don’t need you two running around the house, that’s why! Why don’t you behave like George, and sit down and look at the books.”
“I don’t wanna look at the books!” He yelled, crossing his arms. George, meanwhile, just sat on the ground in the playpen looking at the book, while two year old Ron sat next to him, sucking his thumb and clutching his teddy.
Fred stood there with a pouting look on his face for quite some time. Finally he realized that it was getting him nowhere so he started singing loudly.
“Fred! Shush! Ginny’s falling asleep!” Ginny had been falling asleep but now she was wide awake.
“Can we play with those girls down the street?”
“Perhaps later. I’d have to owl their godfather first. But only if you’re good.”
“Okay.” Fred sat down next to Ginny and scowled at her. He despised her. She took all of his mother’s attention. She was spoiled, as she was the only girl. Fred stared at her.
Maybe if I stare hard enough her head will explode. Bill told me something about that happening once. I don’t know why he was laughing though…
“Fred? What are you staring at Ginny for?” his mum questioned.
“No reason.”
“Well don’t bother her. The poor dear looks so terribly sleepy.”
“Okay.” Fred shoved baby Ron out of the way and sat next to George to look at the book. Ron gave him an angry look but sat on the other side of George to look at the book again. Ginny fell asleep and Ron was walking around in endless circles. Two year olds in the Weasley household always did that, but nobody knew why. Suddenly there was a snap.
“What was that?” Fred asked spinning his head around wildly.
“Nothing.” George said quickly. He didn’t want Fred to get mad. Ron was sitting in the corner with his teddy still clutched tight and a broken toy broom under him.
“YOU BROKE MY BROOM!” Fred yelled. His face was red and his eyes were bulging. “YOU STUPID BABY! YOU BROKE MY BROOM!” Ron started crying. But what else was a baby supposed to do when he’s being yelled at? Suddenly the teddy bear grew six more legs, and it’s hair was disappearing. It’s body was growing bigger. Ron screamed and cried.
“Mommy! Mommy! ‘Pider! ‘Pider! Fred meanie! Fred make ‘pider! Hewp mommy!” By now Ginny had woken up and Mrs. Weasley came into the room. But when she saw the spider she screamed and grabbed Ginny and Ron. She quickly put them down and picked up Fred and George. Her face had gone very pale. The chime on the Weasley Family Clock dinged once, indicating that someone was about to arrive home. She looked at the clock and saw that her husband, Arthur, was home. There was the turn of a key in the door and he walked in.
“Hullo Molly dear. Hullo kids. Where’d that huge spider come from?” He said kneeling down to look at the spider.
“Fred’s showing his first signs of magic.”
“Is he really? Oh no. I can’t imagine what the twins’ll be like when they can use magic. Oh dear.” His face too had gone pale.
“Get rid of the spider, please Arthur. It’s scaring the babies.” Ron had hidden his face in his mother’s skirt and Ginny was wailing.
“Reducio!” The spider shrunk and he picked it up. He then threw it outside and smiled.
“See? No harm done. Well except for maybe the twins… did George do anything?”
“No, thank heavens! I simply can’t imagine what the house would be like with both of them experimenting!” she shuddered then set the babies down on the couch. She grabbed Fred and George firmly on their arms and took them up to their rooms.
“Now I don’t want either of you to think about doing magic. Okay?”
“Okay mummy!” Fred jumped on his bed.
“No jumping! Do you want the house to fall apart?” Fred fell onto the floor and giggled.
“No more jumping! And don’t come out until I open the door!” She shut the door and walked downstairs.
“Now Molly…. Can’t control……magic…..unfair” the twins heard bits and pieces of the conversation but could not tell what their parents were talking about. But they knew it had to do with something being unfair about magic and can’t control it. George stared at the door and Fred dove into the closet to look for something. He picked it up.
"Spider." he said. nothing happened.
"SPIDER!" he said a bit more loudly.
"SPIDER!!!" He yelled.
"FRED! GEORGE! BE QUIET!" their mother yelled up the stairs. Fred dove back into the closet.
“I wish mummy would let us out. Hey! The door’s open!” George exclaimed. There was no longer an oak door blocking the exit, so the twins darted out and went downstairs.
“MUMMY! Can we go play with those girls now?”
“Fred! George! You’re supposed to be in your room!”
“But you opened the door!”
“No- I…. ARTHUR!” her face had gone pale once more. Mister Weasley came running into the room.
“What- you let Fred and George out?”
“No. The door was open.” She shuddered.
“Oh no. Was one of you concentrating on the door?”
“What’s congenpathting?”
“Right, five year olds. Was one of you looking at the door?”
“I was in the closet.” Fred said.
“I was.” George replied.
“Oh no. Oh dear. There isn’t any chance there would be anybody would teach them how to control their magic? I think I had a babysitter once that taught me…”
“Molly, we’ve already chased away twenty-six babysitters this month! And it’s only the twenty-eighth!”
“Oh dear, I didn’t realize we had had that many…”
“Well, we just need them to think they want their door back.”
“Right.”
“George, will you come with me?” George trotted up the stairs after his dad.
“Mummy? Can we-“
“NO you may not go play with the girls down the street. You are going to go see Percy, he’ll be able to restrain you.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Go see Percy.”
“Percy! Percy!” Ron shouted.
“No Ronnie, you’re going to stay with mummy.”
“Mummy! Mummy! Baby Ginny?”
“Yes, baby Ginny too. Fred, now go see Percy NOW!” The color had risen in Mrs. Weasley’s face so Fred ran as fast as he could to Percy.
“Percy! Mummy said to see you. I see you. Bye Percy!” Fred ran out of the room almost as fast as he came in. Percy paid no attention to Fred whatsoever.
“Mummy! I saw Percy! I’m back.” Mrs. Weasley sighed.
“I think they’re going to drive me absolutely mad one of these days…” She muttered. George and Mister Weasley came back in the room.
“Door back! The door’s back!” George exclaimed. “I did magic mummy! I wanted it back and it came! The door likes me!”
“Yes, I’m sure it does.”
The days passed. Fred and George, now six, were causing even more mayhem. One their birthday they managed to explode the table. The day after that the turkey they were eating at dinner swelled so much that it was as big as the newly repaired table and broke it again. Fred and George were sent to their room and the others decided it would be best to sit outside rather than try to eat on a twice broken table. Three days after that there was a loud boom from upstairs. Fred and George’s room was on the fifth floor.
“Do I even want to know?” Mrs. Weasley said as she looked up. Her mouth dropped wide open. Rubble and wood fell on her face. There was a large hole in the floor. Fred and George peered down from the fifth floor.
“Hi Mummy! There’s a hole in the floor! It just appeared!”
“I see. Arthur, the sooner these two go to Hogwarts the better! But poor professor Dumbledore, they’ll be in his office fifty times a day!” She shook her head. It was going to be a long five years.