“Meet your newest nephews!” Molly crowed happily, bearing two little bundles of identical joy. “This one’s Fred, and this is little George. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is completely coincidental.” 

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The Gryffindor commonroom was quiet as Molly Prewett slipped down the stairs from the girls’ dormitory. It was late, after hours, but the redhead was humming with excitement. “Arthur?” she whispered in a sort of singsong voice. Maybe she was early for their rendezvous. She’d been eager to leave Charity and all of her sly winks, and get back to Arthur and their plans. 

Molly heard footsteps and knew from weight shifting that it was her boy. She turned toward the stairs with a grin. 

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