Found AIAOY 4

Chapter 1

Despite the fact that summer was supposed to be one of the happiest times of the year, Ginny found herself quite upset.  Upset at Rebecca, specifically.

Rebecca woke up every morning early, usually with the sun.  Then she collected the mail, did any task given to her by Molly before she ate breakfast, and then helped clean the dishes.  Fred and George matched her schedule and then, once all of their responsibilities were out of the way, they disappeared into Fred and George's room until the late afternoon.

The sound of explosions had become a regular occurence in the Burrow and, as concerning as this was, Ginny was more frustrated by the fact that Rebecca's daily rundown had set aside only a few minutes of conversation before bed.

Molly set her tea down one morning after the first month of summer had passed, knowing exactly who was bounding down the stairs at half past seven.  "Rebecca dear, you do know you don't have to wake up so early, right?"  Molly had asked before and she knew she would ask again.

"Yes!"  

Molly smiled, no stranger to cheek.  "I figured as much but I need to know if you're getting enough rest."  Molly grew a little more serious.  "Are you taking the potion every-"

"Every night."  Rebecca thumbed through the post, hoping for a letter from Harry or Sirius.  Neither had written, again.  She and Harry hadn't been able to call as much as they had hoped due to Dursley interference, but they had been able to talk a little bit.  

Molly stood with a sigh and headed towards the kitchen, ready for the day and all that it entailed.  Rebecca followed and helped prepare the pancakes without asking or being asked.  She had helped every morning before and would continue to until Molly told her not to, which Molly wouldn't.  

"Breakfast!"  Molly shouted up the stairs, the house coming to life at the word.  Clothes were thrown on, elbows thrown to get to the sink to brush their teeth, footsteps pounding down the stairs.  Molly insisted that the summer was not the be slept away--directly contradicting her insistence that Rebecca must sleep a little more--and found the perfect solution to keeping her children from lazing in bed all day: Breakfast was served at eight o'clock and that was it until dinner.  If they didn't wake up, they made their own.

Molly, who knew her children very well, knew that they laziness fueled them as much as anything and saw them every morning as a result.

Fred and George grinned, far more awake than their brothers and sister who piled down the stairs and plopped at the table with their eyes still half-shut.  Rebecca set the last glass of juice down at Fred's spot before noticing that she must have miscounted as one more spot needed a cup.

"One more?"  Fred called over his shoulder, heading back to the kitchen.

"Yeah, I think!"  Rebecca counted again, shaking her head.  "I could've sworn I'd counted enough but-"

"This one's empty too."  Fred said, raising his cup and drinking it all before setting it back down for more with a smile.

"Now I know I filled that one."  Rebecca laughed.

Molly shooed Ron's hands away from the plate of pancakes as she walked down the hall with it, telling him to wait until they were on the table.  Hands started reaching for food the second the bottom of the plate hit the wooden surface.

Rebecca picked at her first pancake absently, something nagging at her.  

"Everything alright, dearie?"  Molly asked, sipping from her cup.

Rebecca looked at her and shrugged.  "It feels like I've forgotten something, I just don't know what."  The phone rang and Rebecca's head shot up.  "Bloody hell, it's Thursday!  Harry's got the house to himself with the Dursleys out grocery shopping!"  Rebecca stood up quickly, looking to Molly for permission to leave the table.