Gideon Ronald Weasley ended up being one of the most spoiled and loved children around. Being the first Weasley grandson, he was showered with constant presents and kisses, especially his Uncle Charlie who would send him stuffed dragons and memorabilia constantly.

When it came to parenting, Hermione ended up as being the authoritative one who believed in allowing her child to explore his surroundings. Fred, on the other hand, was more of a mother goose type, spoiling him rotten and being the overprotective type.

"Does he have to learn to walk now, Hermione?"

"Of course he does! You don't want him falling behind in milestones! He wants to walk, Fred!"

"But what if he falls and hurts himself?"

It only took a couple days for Fred to figure out how to put a cushioning charm on the whole loft.

Not six months later had Fred insisted they move.

"It isn't safe, Hermione!"

"But I love this flat, Fred! We can keep him away from the stairs!"

"We're moving."

After bickering back and forth for a few days and Fred promising that they'd move back into the flat when he was old enough, Hermione agreed to move.

They found a four bedroom cottage on seven acres that backed up to the opposite side of the Forbidden Forest.

"See! Isn't it perfect?" Fred asked as they moved in. "It's quiet, it's private…and look at all the grass! Nice, soft ground in case he falls!"

Hermione just rolled her eyes at this, although she did find the cottage quite enchanting.

When Gideon was two, his Uncle Harry bought him his first broomstick…much to the annoyance of his father.

"He's too young!"

"But, I thought that's why we bought this place…you know…because of all the nice soft grass…" Hermione grinned.

Fred scowled.

"Oh, come on! It only hovers a few feet off the ground!" Hermione told him.

Finally, when she had asked him how he would have felt if his father hadn't allowed him the pleasure of his broom, he obliged….sort of. When Gideon began to fly, Fred was constantly on his tail, wand out, ready to catch him by any means possible. George had tormented Fred mercilessly about this, but it didn't seem to deter Fred in the least.

When he was three, Uncle Charlie took him for the weekend.

"I hope Gideon is having fun at the Dragon Res this weekend…" Molly had mentioned during Sunday dinner.

"THE WHAT?! HERMIONE!" Fred yelled. "Why would he do that behind our backs?!"

Hermione bit her lip and gave him a guilty look.

"YOU KNEW? YOU KNEW AND YOU STILL LET HIM GO? There are dragons there, for Godric's sake!"

"Now calm down! Charlie wouldn't have taken him there if it wasn't safe!"

"We need to save him, Hermione!"

Hermione laughed. "Save him? Oh don't be ridiculous. They'll be back in a few hours."

"I'm going to hex that man into next week!"

When he was four, he and Teddy set off into the backyard to 'explore'. Hermione sat on the back patio reading a book while she watched over the boys, making sure they didn't go too far.

"Why is my son in a tree!?" Fred yelled as he stormed out of the house.

Hermione grabbed his arm. "Let him enjoy himself. He's exploring. He needs to find a sense of independence."

"Needs independence? He's four! What he needs is his dad!"

Hermione tilted her head, her eyes softening. "Of course he needs his dad, but he needs to feel confident with himself. He needs to know it's okay if we're not there 24/7. It's good for his soul."

"But what if he falls?"

"Cuts heal…bones mend…you don't want him to be scared of living, do you? Think of all the wonderful things you've done because you weren't afraid to explore…experiment." Hermione took his hand and squeezed it.

"Alright. But if he falls, I get to be the one who makes it better." Fred said, pulling up a patio chair and plopping down.

Hermione grinned and sat back down next to him. "Deal."

After that, Fred loosened the reigns for the most part. He still watched his son closely when he was on his broom and although he allowed him to go once a month for a weekend at Uncle Charlie's, his stomach was in knots until his son was returned to him.

One Month Before His 6th Birthday

Hermione stood in the sitting room folding laundry while Fred sat in his armchair reading The Daily Prophet. Gideon was upstairs with Victoire and Dominique, Bill and Fleur's little girls.


Hermione turned to see Gideon coming down the hallway, a scowl on his face and his hands on his hips.

Fred couldn't help but chuckle. He looked so much like Hermione when he did that.

"What's wrong baby?" Hermione asked as he stomped towards her.

"Vi and Dom took my Quiddich Through The Ages and won't give it back! And they wrinkled the pages! That's my favorite book and they ruined it!" Gideon pouted.

"Well, why did they take it?"

"They want me to play with them…I was playing with them Mum…but then they wanted to play with dolls!"

Hermione grinned. "Don't you want to play dolls?"

Gideon scoffed. "No! I wanted to play dragon tamer, but Dominique wouldn't get in the cage."

"Well, maybe after the prank you pulled on her last time, she's a little weary." Hermione told him.

"Oh, come on Mum! It wasn't like it was a real dragon! It didn't really breathe fire or bite. It was just a toy…"

Hermione heard Fred chuckling behind the newspaper and she sighed.

"Tell the girls that Aunt Mione says to give you your book back and bring it to me and I will fix it."

"We need boys. I wish I had a brother." Gideon complained, crossing his arms over his chest again.

Hermione bit her bottom lip and looked over at her husband who was looking over the top of his newspaper at her.

"Why don't you go get your book and then floo call Uncle Harry to see if Teddy can come ride brooms? Ask Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny over for dinner."

Gideon's face lit up. "Okay! Thanks Mum!" He lifted up on his tip toes and pulled on the front of her shirt so she'd lean down to give him a kiss. "I'll be back!"

After he ran off down the hall to the playroom, Hermione turned to her husband.

"Fred…" She started, moving to sit on his lap.

He folded his newspaper and set it aside before encircling her waist with his arms.

"Maybe we should have another…"

"You really want to put yourself through that again? We don't even know if you can…" Fred said, looking worried.

"No…I mean, maybe we should look into adopting. Gideon's never said that before…it breaks my heart! I don't want him to be an only child… I think financially we're in a good place with both of us working and-" Hermione said, playing with the hem of his t-shirt.

"Hermione, stop. You don't have to try and convince me, love. We'll go to the orphanage tomorrow and talk with a representative. See what steps we need to take." Fred answered.

Hermione looked up and smiled at him.

"Come here." He told her. She leaned in and met his lips with hers. He slid his hands up to cup her neck while she relaxed against him, her hands on his chest as he deepened the kiss.


They jumped and turned to find their son standing next to them.

"Don't say ick! One day you'll like girls." Fred said.

Gideon made a face. "I doubt it. They're annoying and they cry…a lot."

Hermione laughed and pulled him onto her lap.

"That might be true…" Fred said, earning him a backhand on the stomach. "but you'll learn to love them."

Gideon scrunched his nose as if he didn't believe it.


"Yes, little man?"

"Why do you like to kiss Mummy?"

Fred laughed. "Er…well...well, because it's fun."

"Did you kiss girls other than Mummy?"

"Yes. I had girlfriends before your Mum and I got together."

"Did you have boyfriends before Daddy?"

"Yes." Hermione answered.

"And you kissed them?"


"If you kiss someone does that mean they're your girlfriend?"

"Well, you should probably ask them to be your girlfriend first, but yes. It usually means they're your girlfriend if you kiss." Hermione answered.

"So, was Daddy your boyfriend before you kissed him?"


"Your mother made me wait six months to kiss her!" Fred complained.

"That's a long time…didn't you want to kiss Daddy?"

Hermione sighed. "I did…but it was right after Uncle Ron died and we were sad, and then I was going back to school, I so I didn't get to see Daddy for a long time."

Gideon sat quiet for a moment and Hermione was hoping it was the end.

"Can you have more than one girlfriend?" Gideon asked through the quiet.

Hermione laughed. "Please don't."

"It isn't worth it buddy! Just ask Uncle George…it's hard enough just to handle one."

"Fred!" Hermione yelled, making Gideon laugh. "Ugh! Now that we had this very long conversation about girls, can we wrap it up? You won't be having a girlfriend for a very long time. We'll talk more when you're twenty."

Fred snorted. "Yea…sure."

"TEDDY!" Gideon yelled, jumping off Hermione's lap and handing her his book. "Let's go, dude!" He ran toward the back door.

Teddy waved on his way through, his broom propped over his shoulder as he hurried behind Gideon. Hermione saw Teddy's hair turn red as she watched them close the back door and laughed. "Guess Teddy is going to be a Weasley today."


Two weeks later, Hermione and Fred stood in the orphanage, ready to look over some files. The representative brought them into the playroom where most of the children were playing.

Fred went straight towards two children with copper red hair who looked like siblings and Hermione made her way to someone holding a screaming baby.

The woman got the baby to quiet with a bottle. Upon closer inspection, Hermione saw that the baby had a scar from his right eyebrow to his left temple.

"Oh! What happened?" Hermione asked.

"We're not sure. He was dumped on our doorstep when he was just a couple weeks old with a note that said they couldn't take care of him. He's five months old now." The worker explained.

"No one wants a newborn?" Hermione asked, surprised. She thought newborns were always first to be adopted.

"We've had some come, but once they saw his scar, they weren't interested…the poor dear."

"That's terrible! May I hold him?" Hermione asked.

"Of course. This is Hugo."

Hermione took the baby and the bottle and grinned down at the tiny brunette. "I think it makes you distinguished. We need another brunette around the house."

She carried him over to Fred who was sitting with the two copper-headed children.

"Hermione! These two are amazing! They're twins and guess what their names are?! Ronald and Rosie!" Fred grinned.

"Hello, Ronald and Rosie! I'm Hermione. How old are you?" Hermione stuck out her hand, shaking each of theirs.

"We're eight." The twins said together.

"Oh! Hermione, can we get them?!" Fred asked, acting like a child asking for a toy. The twins smiled at one another. Well…they definitely fit into the Weasley mold. Twins with copper hair. Their age worried Hermione a bit.

"Who's this?" Fred asked, standing.

"This is Hugo. No one wants him because of his scar…and he's brunette…like me…" Hermione mentioned, looking down at the baby with gray eyes and rocking him.

Fred looked at her for a moment. "Can we do three?"

Hermione's eyes widened at the thought. Could they do three? The ministry gave a three month leave for adoptions and she had already spoken to the minister and he was open to her working at home for a few months after her leave.

"Let's talk to the representative." She answered.


Most of the Weasley clan and the Potter's all stood on Platform 9 3/4 ready to see the first Weasley grandchildren off to Hogwarts. It had been three years since Hermione and Fred had adopted the twins and Hugo and the twins were now eleven.

"Rosie! Where is your jumper?" Fred admonished when he saw she was running around in short sleeves.

She shrugged. "In my trunk?"

Fred rolled his eyes and pulled off his jumper, shoving it over her head. "Daddy! Stop! Ugh, this is so embarrassing!" Rosie complained as her head appeared through the top.

"Well, baby girl, maybe next time you'll remember it. Now don't lose that! It's my favorite!" Fred told her as he rolled up the far-too-big sleeves.

"I still don't know why we have to take the train! We practically live on the grounds!" Ronnie complained from his sister's side.

"It's all part of the experience, bud. Uncle Georgie has something up his sleeves for your first train ride!" Fred answered.

Hermione appeared with Gideon at her side and Hugo in her arms. "Everything all set?"

"Yes, Mum. Our trunks are on the train." Ronnie answered.

Hermione eyed Rosie and smiled. "I told you to wear your jumper."

"Ugh! Dad never throws a fit about Ronnie or Gideon! It isn't fair!" Rosie pouted, crossing her arms.

"You're his girl, Rosie. You should feel special."

"What I feel is smothered!"

"Rosalie Weasley! Don't get sassy!" Hermione warned, making Rosie wince. Hermione had to suppress her grin, because she knew all too well how Rosie felt when it came to being smothered by Fred.

"Sorry Mummy."

"It's alright. You two better go say goodbye to everyone. The train is leaving in a few minutes." Hermione mentioned.

Hugo pointed to the train. "I go?"

"Not yet, Hugh. You still have a long time before you can go."

"But I want to." Hugo frowned and stuck his chin to his chest as he pouted. Hermione laughed and kissed his forehead.

"Babies!" Gideon admonished, shaking his head and walking over to Uncle Charlie.

Hermione and Fred grinned as they watched their three oldest with the rest of the family.


After the children set off, Hermione asked Fred to have a seat on one of the benches.

"This morning has been hectic." Hermione mentioned, relaxing on the bench.

"It has…life has been hectic lately…but I wouldn't change it for anything." Fred mentioned.

"So, you like your little flock of Weasleys?" Hermione asked, knotting her fingers in her lap.

"Of course I do!" Fred grinned at her. "You know I always wanted a lot of kids."

Hermione nodded and looked down at her hands. "So…you wouldn't mind if we added one more duckling?"

Fred eyed her. "You want to adopt again?"

Hermione shook her head and turned toward her husband. "Fred…I'm pregnant."

Fred went pale, his eyes wide, while his mouth bobbed up and down like a fish. Hermione bit her lip and held her breath.

"How? What? How?"

"I went to Healer Melanie and she said that having Gideon seemed to stop the scarring…even helped it a little."

"How long have you known?"

"I just found out yesterday."

"Hermione…this…how are we going to do this? You shouldn't be carrying Hugh around! How are we going to take care of the boys?" Fred looked like he was going to be sick.

"Relax! I have it all planned out! Gideon is nine! He's pretty much self-sufficient. Molly said she'd continue to take the boys during the day and I floo'd Kingsley yesterday. He's going to allow me to start working from home right away. We can do this Fred. We didn't plan this, but we'll be fine."

Fred nodded, looking down at the ground.

"You okay?" Hermione asked.

Fred lifted his head and gave her a megawatt smile. He pulled her to him and hugged her for a long time.

"I never thought we'd get to experience this again…" Fred mentioned.

"Me either."

He kissed her deeply. "Another Weasley, huh?"

Hermione smiled and nodded.

"I take it as a good sign that Fred is still conscious?" Molly asked, walking up with Hugo.

Hermione laughed and nodded.

"My mother knew before me?" Fred asked, scowling.

"She went with me. You were at work. I was freaking out." Hermione explained as Hugo climbed in Hermione's lap.

"Easy Hughy…you've got to be careful with Mummy's tummy. She's got a baby in there." Fred said, automatically snapping into daddy mode.

Hugo gasped. "A baby? In there? Like Auntie Ginny?" He asked placing his hand on Hermione's stomach.

Hermione laughed. "Yes."

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Hugo asked, intrigued.

"We don't know yet."

"I want a girl." Hugo said matter-of-factly. "With Mummy and Hugo hair."

Hermione grinned. "Me too. We already have enough redheads running around!" Hermione looked around. "Where's Gid?"

"He went back to the burrow with Teddy and Harry to play quiddich." Molly answered.

"Can I tell him, Mummy?" Hugo asked, his big gray eyes hopeful.


He hopped off Hermione's lap and grabbed both his parents hands, pulling on them. "Let's go!"

Fred grabbed Hugo and stood up. "Alright, alright! I dunno where he gets his lack of patience from!"

Hermione snorted. "Could it be from his father?"

Fred scoffed. "Never!"


On the second of May at 12:01am, Hermione gave birth to a girl named Sophia Molly Weasley. She had dark, curly hair and brown eyes and looked nothing like her father. Hermione and Fred were thrilled to have their own mini-Hermione.

As the years went by, the Weasley troops grew, and as Fred predicted, the family was receiving a letter a letter a week complaining about something one of the many Weasley grandchildren did. Fred and George, much to Headmistress McGonagall's chagrin, had convinced Charlie and Sorin to send their children to Hogwarts as well, only adding fuel to the fire. The same year that the last Weasley grandchildren graduated, Minerva McGonagall had decided to retire, stating that her heart could no longer handle anymore.

The next day, Fred and George sent her a lovely box of chocolates…that exploded into fireworks the second she opened them.

So, that is it! I want to give one final thank you to all who reviewed, followed, favorited, and helped. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this fan fiction. You HP fans are incredible! Cheers!