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Yesterday I asked my f'list whether they thought Fred was spanked or not. He may very likely had been. But my brain wouldn't rest until I worked out a non-spanking alternative.

Title: Don’t Kill Your Brother
Characters: Arthur, Fred, George, Ron.
Word Count: 793
Rating: G
Warnings: Gen
Prompt: "Fred and George tried to get me to make
one when I was about five. I nearly did too, I was holding hands with Fred and everything when Dad found us. He went mental," said Ron, with a reminiscent gleam in his eyes. "Only time I've ever seen Dad as angry as Mum, Fred reckons his left buttock has never been the same since." HBP ch.16

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Arthur was about to tell the younger boys to come for dinner when he stopped to listen to the hushed voices on the inside of the room.

“Hold my hands like this, Ron.”

“Like this?”

“No, like … yeah, that’s it.”

“Ready with the wand, George?”

“Ready Fred!”

“Perfect. Now touch our hands with it as we make the vow. Ok, Ron, repeat after me. I swear to never again be a titchy, whiney baby git-”

Realization of what the boys were attempting hit Arthur like a splash of cold water and he shoved the door open with slam.

“No!” he shouted, and without even thinking about it he aimed his wand at Ron, casting a wordless Protego.

All three boys jumped and screamed in surprise as their father burst in.

Fred was flung backwards by the protection charm, falling against a toy castle on his way down, which then hit a small bookshelf, knocking the contents to the floor right next to Fred.

Each of them was reduced to tears before Arthur could say another word. He went to Ron first and picked him up.

“Are you all right?” Arthur asked, examining Ron for damage. Ron nodded but continued to wail. “Then why are you crying?” Arthur asked.

“I don’t know!” Ron sobbed louder.

Arthur snorted and kissed the top of Ron’s head and put him down. “You’ll be all right.”

“And why are you crying?” he asked George as he went to help Fred to his feet.

“You tried to kill Fred!” George cried.

“I certainly did not,” Arthur answered, shouting slightly to be heard as he kneeled next to Fred who was crying loudest of all. “I haven’t killed anyone yet, I don’t intend to start with Fred.” If I can help it, he thought.

“D-did you hex me?” Fred asked, blinking giant tears, rubbing his backside.

Arthur clenched his teeth to contain the smile muscles flexing in his jaw.

“I did not hex you, son. I was protecting Ron. I don’t want any of you to attempt an Unbreakable Vow like that again. Not ever. Do you understand me?”

He looked around at the three small wet faces, and they all slowly nodded.

“Yes, dad.” George answered, wiping his face with his sleeve.

“Ok, I promise,” whimpered Ron, hiccoughing.

“Fred?” he coaxed. But Fred’s fright had already turned into embarrassment and wounded pride. His tear stained face was now hardened with a pout.

“All right then, George, take your little brother and wash your hands for dinner.”

“Are you going to kill Fred now?” he asked, reluctant to leave his twin.

“Not today, I’m not.” Arthur promised. “Now go on.”

Arthur regarded his son for moment, rubbed a hand over his face to suppress the smile that was struggling to show itself.

Fred was still squirming where he stood, rubbing the back of his hand over his bottom.

“Are you hurt?” Arthur asked. Fred sniffed and shrugged one shoulder, keeping his eyes cast to the floor. That boy wouldn’t admit to pain or guilt for anything.

“I am sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Wasn’t scared!” Fred protested, though another tear rolled down his cheek.

“You weren’t? Oh. Well, I certainly was.”

“You were?” Fred asked, finally looking up at his father.

“Yes. I was very frightened. You may not care for your little brother very much, but I like Ron quite a lot. I don’t want him hurt.”

“Wasn’t trying to hurt him,” grumbled Fred. “Just wanted to see what would happen.”

“I understand.” Arthur sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Fred to stand in from him. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped Fred’s face. “You’ve got to realize, son, that you are a very good wizard. Your magic is strong – blow.” Fred blew his nose. “So you have a responsibility to be extra cautious about the things to do.”

“Am I more powerful than Bill?” Fred asked, eyes wide and gleaming.

“That’s really neither here nor there. You don’t have to try nearly as hard in your studies as the others do, and some of them even like to study. So, no experimenting on your little brother. Agreed?”

Fred hesitated and then nodded.

“That’s a good boy.”

“Are you gonna tell Mum?”

“I can’t lie to your mother, you know that,” Arthur answered. I don’t have to tell her everything either. “Let’s go down for dinner, shall we?”

Fred took a step but then turned and threw his arms around his father’s waist in a brief hug. “Sorry, Dad. Are you going to punish me?”

Arthur smiled down at him. “I think your sore backside is enough. I reckon falling on a wooden castle will make you remember.”

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This was just adorable!

“You tried to kill Fred!” George cried.
“Are you going to kill Fred now?” he asked, reluctant to leave his twin.
“Am I more powerful than Bill?” Fred asked, eyes wide and gleaming.

*laughs a lot* God, I love those boys.

*weeps at thought of George now*

xxx

*giggles*

Thank you. I have so much to work off of at home! ;)

I know! *weeps for George*

“You tried to kill Fred!” George cried.

“I certainly did not,” Arthur answered, shouting slightly to be heard as he kneeled next to Fred who was crying loudest of all. “I haven’t killed anyone yet, I don’t intend to start with Fred.” If I can help it, he thought.

**Giggles** Oh so well done!!! Thank you for the laugh!! Perfect!

thank you! This wasn't going to leave me alone until I tried it. :)

Those twins! Molly and Arthur have their hands full!

This is just precious. And so totally Fred. Bravo!

thank you for reading! I had fun giving it a go. :)

*cheers*

marvellous.

He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped Fred’s face. “You’ve got to realize, son, that you are a very good wizard. Your magic is strong – blow.” Fred blew his nose.

written like a true parent.

yay! Thank you. I had fun giving it a shot.

Awwwwww...that was so cute I can't even use my pervy "Who's Your Daddy?" Arthur icon (http://userpic.livejournal.com/65496022/8124858). Though I seem to have no problem linking to it! ;)

“Are you all right?” Arthur asked, examining Ron for damage. Ron nodded but continued to wail. “Then why are you crying?” Arthur asked.

“I don’t know!” Ron sobbed louder.

and

“And why are you crying?” he asked George as he went to help Fred to his feet.

“You tried to kill Fred!” George cried.

Are two of the most brilliant lines of kid-fic I've seen. hee. You really should write more of ickle Weasleys. You do it so very well! Bravo.

Hee - thank you! Sometimes I get an attack of motherhood and just have to 'fic it' out of my system. ;)

Oh gosh, I SO needed that tonight!!

You rock, Maple! Seriously and utterly rock!!

**hugs you tight**

:) Thank you! The idea of those boys just wouldn't leave me a long.

This was so sweet. I really do love Arthur and son fic's.

I appreciate that. The Weasley's are so special, aren't they. I'm glad they let me play with them. :P

This is so great! Your lines are just dead on. I also like the fatherly interjection of (now this is going to sound dirty) --blow-- as Arthur was talking with Fred. Things like that makes the whole story seem so much more relatable!

Great job on making Fred, George, and Ron just as in character as kids as you make them as adults. :)

*snickers* I'm glad you noted the nose blow :P

I tried to make them real. Thanks!

*cheers*

That was just spot on for so many things...childhood and parenthood!!!

Just wonderful!

Oh, cool! Thank you! I tried. :)

That is very cute. It makes Arthur seem like such a perfect parent. It's how we all WANT to parent, although not necessarly how we do.

That's the beauty of fic - we get to try 'something different'. :)

Thanks for reading!

Very nice, but I still think he walloped him.

Pfft!

oh, you are so wonderful, in all your parental, nose-blowing glory!

*young!Arthur icon*

Hee. Well, what's a parental fic without a snotty nose? :) thanks!

“Then why are you crying?” Arthur asked.

“I don’t know!” Ron sobbed louder.

Yes - written like the true parent you are! I loved this maple. It feels right that Fred's punishment was not inflicted by anything more severe , and was on Arthur's part probably regrettable.

Hee. I know! I'm supposed to be writing to get away from being a parent. But it still sneaks in anyway. :P

Thank you1

Hee! Lovely little slice o'life. Especially Are you going to tell mama? Oh,yes! We know everything.

Well done!

Silly little Fred, hadn't figured out that mom knows everything, yet!

Oh, this is awesome! I love love love ickle!Weasley fics and this one's just perfect!

Oh cool! Thanks for reading! :D

This was great Maple. I so love Arthur with his boys :~)

You're so sweet. Thank you! Arthur is adorable. :)

Oh this is great! I'm so glad I saved it to read on the weekend.

I could just squish little Ronnie, so cute. And I love your explanation for Fred's left buttock being sore :).

Maple, this is fantastic! I can just picture the little ones and Arthur running in terrified and scaring the crap out of them.

Just perfect! :o)

Shari just rec'd this and Always Maroon. I still have to go through your fic archives! *shakes head*

This story made me love Arthur even more than I already do. *sigh*

The kids' reactions are dead on, and biting back a smile is something I'm still working on (it's hard!).

Amazing. *smooshes you*

Oh, I love the Weasleys. Arthur would be such a great dad to have. I'm glad you wrote an alternative to Arthur spanking Fred. The line "Your magic is strong – blow.” Fred blew his nose. " was priceless. I can just picture a parent doing that. Great work!