Timing was everything.
Muggle Magicians, pick-pockets, quick-change artists, comedian's and pranksters alike all knew it.
George figured he fell into the last two categories. He was a funny guy. He was THE funny guy. He'd built a whole empire around that fact.
It had taken a while to get back to himself after losing his twin, but after a significant amount of time sticking his head in the sand and avoiding the world while he figured out how to cope as a single entity he managed to pick himself up and carry on.
The whole world had carried on. All his siblings, save for Charlie, were married and all of them, himself included, were creating the next generation of Weasley's.
Not Ginny though.
And not because she would actually be creating the next generation of Potters, that was merely a technicality. The offspring of Ginevra Weasley would still be a Weasley. It didn't matter that their father was the guy that saved the world. (And it was the whole world, not just the magical world. That fucker wouldn't have stopped before it was the whole world under his control.)
No, George's only sister would be creating a child that would be just as mischievous and stubborn and brilliant on a broom as she was.
And their mother was quite eager for her to start as well. The woman may have had six grand babies already, but none of the women who bore them were her own flesh and blood. Molly Weasley wanted her daughter to start riding the pregnancy train and she wanted it to start now.
She'd been dropping the not so subtle hints about it when they were all gathered together, such as suggesting that Fleur set aside whatever Louis grew out of for, you know, the next baby in the family, then tilting her head towards Ginny. Clearly the woman had forgotten that George's own son Freddy would be next in line for those hand-me-downs.
George understood his sister and her spouse's delay though. Harry hadn't had a chance to enjoy a childhood. He'd been neglected until he was eleven, and then there was an evil monster after him through his teens. He didn't have time to enjoy himself while he was in Auror training either, and that was three years long.
Ginny too was still early into her Quidditch career, and she was doing phenomenally well. She'd been at it for four years already and made it into the third Chaser position for the Holyhead Harpies in record time. The only time she was focused on anything other than Quidditch and Harry was when she was getting married, and technically all that mad wedding planning was still her focusing on Harry.
Harry and Ginny were getting rather miffed at his mum every time they went over to the Burrow now.
George could see it in their eyes when they walked in. And that was too good of an opportunity to mess with them, by messing with his mum.
Really it was two birds with one stone he was doing here. And in the end it would be a public service he'd be doing.
There was a whole pyramid scheme he had to pull together with the kids, from one innocent and cherubic face to the other. They all loved their fun Uncle George, even Teddy. He just needed each of them to complete their task properly. Unknowing of what they would be doing, but still, that would be part of the prank.
His own child was the easiest, Frederick wasn't yet 6 months. He only needed to be a cute baby and do what cute babies do, which is cry.
All of the others. Well. This is what all of the others had to do;
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"Hey mum." Ginny greeted her mother with a kiss to the cheek when she arrived at the Burrow. The whole family had descended down on the Burrow for their bi-monthly get together and the place was chaotic, but it was a familiar chaotic that she loved. Her nieces and nephews were all getting so big. And honestly, it was really cool to her that they found her really cool. Victoire had even brought a magazine article with her picture on it so she could sign it last time, it had been a strange and wonderful feeling that her niece found her to be somewhat of a hero like that.
