You were the last Weasley and you were a boy, you were so beautiful, you got ginger curls, long lashes, you were a pretty boy.

You were already at Hogwarts even if you're only 3 years old, Dumbledore accepted, but you got homeworks, but not homeworks like the others, it was like something to draw or write, not difficult.

Right now you toddle to Percy, one of your older brother who was eating with the others at the table and you out your little soft hands on his thighs, he's wearing his pajamas.

"Do your homework."

Percy said while continuing to eat his breakfast.

"I wanna play outside!"

You said with your little voice.

"Not when you didn't finish your homeworks."

Percy continued as he eat, the others of your family were watching as you pout to your brother, your little lower lip trembling from wanting to cry.