Tales from the Burrow # 2: George takes Flight

[May 2003]

Fandom: Harry Potter 
Title: Tales from the Burrow # 2: George takes Flight
PenName: EV / Rhonda Weasley
Character(s): George, Fred, Charlie, Molly, Arthur
Rating: G
Summary: The twins take flight for the first time.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters created by the wonderfully talented J.K. Rowling.

“Boys, Fred, George, oh… where did Ron get too.”

Molly Weasley looked for little Ron. She was relieved to find him sleeping on the couch beside little Ginny. Now that Ron could walk he seemed to be getting into everything. From the moment he could crawl, he would follow the twins around, much to there annoyance. He yearned to be included and whenever he disappeared and she didn’t know the exact location of the twins, she was filled with worry.

“I’m glad you aren’t a boy,” she said talking to the sleeping Ginny. “I love my sons, but your brothers can be a set of naughty little buggers.” She went to the stair case. “Charlie!” she called.

Her son came rushing down the stairs. He and her oldest, Bill, were home for the summer holidays.

“Have you seen Ron or the twins?”

“Nah, not since I showed them my racing broom. Then Bill and I went upstairs to trade Wizard Cards. He had a few I didn’t–”

“Charlie,” Molly said interrupting him with a sudden look of fear on her face. “Where is your racing broom?”

“It’s right–”

Charlie stopped as he turned around to point at it. It wasn’t there.

“But I–” Charlie began.

They heard giggles, that obviously belonged to the twins, outside.

“Oh lord,” Molly Weasley said running outside.

When she got outside she found Fred jumping up and down, clapping and staring up at the sky. Molly looked up and saw the other four year old was circling the top of the house on Charlie’s broom. She ordered George to come down.

“I’ll go get Bill’s broom,” Charlie said.

He went inside and came back out a few minutes later with his father and his brothers.

“Oh Lord,” Arthur said.

“Don’t worry dad, I’ll get him,” Charlie said mounting his brother’s broom. He was the best flier in the house, so no one argued with him about going after his little brother.

“Would you look at that?” Arthur said staring at George as Charlie took off after him. “Got talent, that one.”

“Arthur!” exclaimed Molly.

“Me next,” yelled Fred.

“Don’t even think about it, it’s bad enough your brother is up there.”

“I think we got ourself another Quidditch player.”



Charlie caught up with George. He hooked his arm around him and guided the boy and the broom to the ground. The younger brother was laughing the whole time. Molly grabbed little George as soon as he was back on the ground.

“Don’t ever do that again,” she said hugging him tightly.

“My turn,” a little voice said and before the group had a chance to register who the voice belonged to, there was a whoosh behind them. Fred had taken off on Bill’s broom.

“I got him mum,” Charlie said mounting his broom and zipping off again.

“What am I going to do with you boys?” Molly said shaking her head.




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