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Old Photos

The Weasley family with Harry and Hermione are at The Burrow, eating breakfast. Fred and George fooled around as usual at the table to Percy's annoyance. Hermione gave Crookshanks some titbit. Ron, Harry and Charlie are talking about going up a hill for a bit of flying. Mr Weasley read the Daily Prophet as Mrs Weasley and Bill argued over his hair with Ginny supporting him.

"Harry," Mr Weasley said suddenly, finished with the paper. "Can you tell me the function of an escapater?"

"Huh?" Harry asked.

"I think he means escalator," Hermione said.

"Yes!" Mr Weasley said. "What does it do?"

"So, children," Mrs Weasley said brightly, saving Harry from having got to explain the function of an escalator. "I hope you don't mind helping me out today by turning out the attic."

"No, we don't, Mrs Weasley," Hermione said and Harry nodded.

"Speak for yourselves, Hermione," George said.

"Yeah," Fred piped in. "It'll take us the whole morning just to turn out that stupid ghoul."

Mrs Weasley frowned at them.

"I'll help if you leave my hair alone from then on, mum," Bill said quickly.

"Alright, dear," Mrs Weasley agreed. "Charlie, Ron, Fred, George, you three help out as well."

"What about Percy?" Ron asked sulkily.

"He has work to do at the Ministry," Mrs Weasley said fondly.

"About cauldron's bottom's thickness again?" Fred asked.

"Or is it broomstick's length this time?" George joined in.

"That's enough!" Mrs Weasley snapped as Fred opened his mouth. "Now hurry up with your breakfast."

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Around 10 o'clock, everyone had already crowded into the attic.

"Just look at all this junk!" Ron wailed. "This will take us the whole day!"

"Ron," Hermione said.

"Yeah," Fred said. "All these have sentimental value."

"Look, it's my old rubber duck," George said, picking up a dusty rubber duck. "Oh no, it's not. It's yours, Fred. Catch!"

Fred caught it and grinned. "Can't you read, George?" he said. "It belongs to dear old Percy, look."

"Oh, right," George said. They both laughed.

"Alright, children," Mrs Weasley said, climbing up the ladder into the attic. "Here you go, some dusters for the cobwebs..."

"There are spiders up here?" Ron asked wildly.

"No, just cobwebs," Bill said with a grin as he thrust a duster into his hands.

"Just pack these things neatly in to boxes and stack them up," Mrs Weasley said.

"This is going to be a lot of fun," Charlie said as Mrs Weasley disappeared. "Look! I already found my old stuffed dragon."

He pulled out a grinning stuffed dragon fondly. It's so dusty they couldn't tell what colour it was.

Everyone started clearing things up. Hermione, Ginny, Harry and Charlie dusted the dust and cobwebs while the rest packed the things as neatly as they could inside boxes. Fred and George aren't much of a help since they kept on stopping to fool around with something or other.

"Hey, my old toy broomstick!" Fred said, pulling out a handle of a broomstick. "I remember now. Ickle Ronniekins broke it."

"Then you changed his old teddy into a spider," George said.

Ron shuddered.

"Hey, look, a spider!" Fred and George yelled in unison.

Ron screamed and clambered onto a particular big box. "Kill it, kill it, KILL IT!"

Fred and George chuckled at the commotion they caused. Hermione tried to get Ron to come down as Harry proved to him that there was no spider.

Ron finally got down after Ginny pretended to have killed the imaginary spider.

"I wonder what's inside," Charlie said and opened the box Ron had hopped on to.

Inside is full of old things, some of them looked suspiciously like Muggle things Mr Weasley must've collected. What caught everyone's attention is the stacks of photos.

Charlie took a handful out. "Wow, look at this! Bill, it's you when you were a baby."

Everyone crowded around Charlie. The picture showed a toddler playing with a toy hammer. Fred took a handful out from the box as well.

"Look, George," Fred said. "Remember this Christmas?"

"Yeah," George said with a grin. "We replaced that delicious turkey with a live one!"

Sure enough, Mr Weasley opened the cover of a big round plate and a live turkey squawked as it flew around the room.

"Nice," Bill said. "I remembered mum walloping the both of you with a rolling pin."

"Bitter sweet memories," George replied.

"Here, look!" Charlie said. "It's me holding you when you were little, Ginny."

The picture showed a young Charlie giving Ginny a piggy back. Ginny tugged at Charlie's red head as Charlie trotted around the garden.

"Ah!" Bill said, showing off a picture with a flourish. "Back then when you two were babies."

Everyone stared at the twins when they were babies. They lay sleeping peacefully in two identical cots.

"Nice and peaceful," Fred said.

"Back then when we were carefree and innocent," George added.

"Not so innocent," Harry said with a snort. He held a picture of the infant twins pulling faces at Percy behind his back. Percy was talking to someone.

"That's our old Uncle Thomas," Ginny said. "He's so young then!"

"Here's a picture of dad tinkering with a motorcycle," Charlie said.

"But isn't that illegal?" Hermione asked.

"It wasn't back in the '60s," Charlie replied. He flipped the picture behind the stack. "Ah, a picture of dad riding it with mum."

"Mum don't look happy about it," Fred remarked. Sure enough, Mrs Weasley looked rather green.

"Is it because of the motorcycle or dad?" George asked.

"Hey, look!" Fred said. "Old Perce when he was a tiny baby!"

Everyone crowded closer for a better look.

"He already looked so serious," Ginny said.

"And he had a big head then," George remarked.

"Must've gotten stuck when mum born him," Fred added.

"I think he looks cute," Bill said.

"Old Perce in pyjamas," Fred said, pulling out a photograph.

"Wonder how he fit in with that big head," George said.

"Hey, look!" Hermione said. "It's your parent's wedding day!"

Mr and Mrs Weasley in their wedding costumes stood waving and smiling. Another picture showed them taking their wedding vows and yet another showed Mrs Weasley throwing her bouquet of flowers into the crowds. A little girl caught it.

"Charlie in a Quidditch match," Harry said. "Who took the photograph?"

"I did," Bill said. "Mum made me. It's Charlie's first match.

Harry watched as Charlie zoomed around the pitch, squinting for a sign of the walnut-sized golden Snitch.

"Look, Fred!" George said, thrusting a photo under his twin brother's nose. "It's us up the tree! Remember swinging on the vine?"

Everyone watched as the twins swung on the tree vine. One of them loosened his grip and fell with a crash on the floor.

"That was you, George," Fred said.

"No, it was you!" George protested.

"Is this you, Ron?" Hermione asked. Everyone turned their attention from the swinging twins to the photo Hermione held.

"Yep, Ickle Ronniekins eating ice-cream," Fred said.

Ron's ears went red. In the photograph, Ron about five years old licked a melting ice-cream. Some of it dripped to his hands. His face was a mess!

"Eew!" Ginny said.

"Bill and Charlie de-gnoming the garden," George said.

"Is that Mr Weasley and a policeman?" Harry asked.

"Oh, that," Ron said with a grin. "Dad got all excited over his whistle, that's all."

"Are you kids done cleaning yet?" Mrs Weasley demanded. She caught them all by surprise. "Not even close, I see."

"We just saw all these and can't help going through them," Hermione said, showing her the photographs.

"Oh," Mrs Weasley said. "Well, I guess you all wouldn't be satisfied until you went through all of them. Just bring them all out in the garden and go through them with some lemonade, then."

Sitting in the garden with a glass of sweet lemonade beats the dusty and stuffy attic. Everybody went through the photos in the box and Mrs Weasley even brought out some more in photo albums. Crookshanks hissed and spat at the picture of Scabbers (Wormtail) and the gnomes ran off with some photos only to be chased by Crookshanks.

"Hey, mum!" Fred said, waving a photograph. "Did you have difficulty putting that jumper on Percy? His head is so big, I wouldn't be surprise!"

A/N: That's the end. This is a oneshot with no particular storyline. Review!