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When There Is No War	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor the characters, and I do not make any money doing this.

Chapter List
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A/N: Anyone else curious how Ginny was when she was little? Well... here's my vision of her!
Review Responses:
loisa: They'll get to Langston. Unforunately, nothing can be done for a while. I mean it's not like he can be kidnapped or anything... :(
Kat: **shifts eyes* I aint telling NOTHING :D

Chapter 18: The Trouble With Girls
"It's your fault!" Ted demanded from the doorway of Andrew's room. "She's sick and it's all your fault!"
Andrew shook his head in confusion. "No!" He wailed. "I didn't do nothing!" He didn't know what Ted was talking about only that he came home spitting mad and started yelling at Andrew.
"Shut your hole, you useless, little beast!" Ted snapped, his eyes flaring angrily. "If she dies, you'll be sorry! You'll be so sorry!"
"Dad." Langston, pushed his way passed his father into the room. "He's just a kid, leave him alone."
"Don't you start with me!" He raised his fist to his son in a warning.
"No!" Andrew screamed, running into the closet of his room and shutting the door.
"Get out of there!" Ted shouted, storming to the closet and rattled the handle to open it. "I'm not finished with you, Andrew!"
Andrew cried while he watched the door move back and forth as the man tried breaking in. Right before the door flew open, everything went black. He could still hear but he couldn't see a thing.
Ted trashed the closet looking for him. "Where are you?" He demanded.
Andrew said nothing in fear that Ted might find him. He could feel the vibration of things being tossed around in the search. "Where'd he go, Langston? He's not in here!"
"How should I know?" Langston asked. "I saw him go in just the same as you did!"
Andrew heard a slap then, and he covered his mouth. He knew what happened. He knew Ted had hit Langston.
"No more of your lip!" Ted commanded. "Andrew's to have no dinner tonight! Clean this up" Ted said before exiting Andrew's room.
"Andrew?" Langston whispered moments later when Ted was well out of ear shot. "He's gone now."
"Are you okay?" The boy asked in tears, pulling the blanket off his head and looking down at Langston.
Langston pressed his fingers to his bottom lip, wincing from the pain. "I'll live." He said, wiping the trickle of blood on his shirt.
"I'm sorry." Andrew whispered.
"It's okay." Langston assured him before helping him down. "You probably shouldn't make him so angry though."
"I didn't do nothing!" Andrew cried.
"If Dad says something, it's just best to let him believe you agree with him. Trust me on this, okay?" Langston started cleaning up the mess his father left behind. "You don't want to know what it feels like when he strikes you. Remember the cane?" Langston lifted up his shirt exposing his back to the boy. An ugly bruise was displayed, covering up just about his whole back. "He will do that to you too if you make him mad." Langston warned.
"Okay..." Andrew quivered. "I'll be a good boy."
"I'll help you as much as I can." Langston promised.
* / *
Since the moment his father pushed off the ground, Andrew loved flying. Daddy knew how to steer and control the broom like a master, and it was much more fun now than when he went on Harry's broom.
The cool air stung his face while he struggled keeping his eyes on the back of Remus as Daddy rushed behind him at a high mile per hour speed. It was exciting! Cold, but exciting! Andrew giggled and squealed the whole ride during the short distance to Harry's house.
Since that day, Andrew couldn't go a day without flying, and he asked each day after if he could go flying. Daddy and Remus would always say yes, because Andrew was a good boy now. He got hugs and kisses. He got yummy meals to eat, and now he had friends; Harry and Ronnie.
By the fifth day on his broom flying addiction, he had learned enough to steer all by himself, so Daddy and Remus took him to a place called 'Diagon Alley' to buy him a broom of his own.
Andrew huddled close to his daddy as they walked through the alley. There were strange creatures there. Scary looking ones. He had seen a few new things, but not a goblin, or people with only half faces or no eyes.
"Don't be afraid Andrew." Remus said, gently squeezing his hand that he held.
"Yes, no one will hurt you." Sirius added.
Andrew felt better after that. Daddy and Remus always kept their promises. He walked wordlessly as they pointed out buildings and explained what they were. One was a wand shop that piqued his interest, but he was told he couldn't get one until he was eleven. That was a long time away.
Finally, they stopped at the broom shop, and stood outside admiring the broom in the display window. "Nimbus 500." Sirius breathed. "They have the best brooms on the market." He told his son.
"But they are much too dangerous for a new flyer." Remus said, pointedly eyeing Daddy.
"Ah, that is correct. We'll need something more suitable for a young, inexperienced flyer." Daddy agreed, leading the way into the shop.
"Wow..." Andrew gasped when they stepped in and looked around. He had never seen so many brooms before. All of different colors and sizes. Some were lined up against the walls on shelves or specifically designed holders. The more expensive ones were hovered in mid air, serving as their own display.
A tall man with long, green hair approached the trio, he wore a wide smile. "Gentlemen!" He greeted them warmly. "I am Mr. Dontree, how may I help you today?"
"We need a broom fit for my four year old son. He's new to flying."
"Ah, a trainer broom!" Mr. Dontree exclaimed. "Come on, then, this way!" They walked by many shelves of brooms before entering a small room. "Kid friendly - these are!" He pointed to a bunch of miniature sized brooms.
"Thank you." Remus said.
"Alright, Andrew, take a look!" Daddy told him.
"Is your son afraid of heights?"
"No." Andrew's reply was quiet. He darted his eyes around, searching for a shiny blue one.
Mr. Dontree pulled one off of the shelve. "This one will go about fifty miles per hour. It adjusts in height-" he pointed to a knob before twisting it, setting the dial to one hundred feet.
"Blue?" Andrew asked, looking at Daddy.
Daddy laughed. "He wants a blue one." He told Mr. Dontree.
"That's no problem at all! Just give me a moment." The shop keep exited the room.
"There are other colors you know, Andrew." Daddy said. "Like red. Red's a good color."
"There are millions of colors." Andrew told him. "But none like blue."
"Why do you like blue so much more?"
Andrew looked at the ground and returned his hand into Remus'. He liked blue because Mummy liked blue. Thinking about Mummy made him sad. Andrew missed Mummy.
"Here we are!" Mr. Dontree came in with an identical broom that he had been showing off, but this one was blue instead of wood colored.
Andrew smiled. It was perfect. "Can I have that one, Daddy?" He pointed to the broom in the shop keep's arms.
"You sure can, Smurf!" Andrew wasn't quick enough, Daddy messed up his hair, sending the boy into giggles.
* / *
"Whoa!" Ronnie exclaimed, placing his hand on Andrew's 'Junior FlightSpeeder 100' "Say you have a wicked broom there, Andrew!"
"Yep!" Andrew agreed. "Want to play with it?"
"I would love to!"
Andrew and Harry were over at Ronnie's that day because Ronnie had a bigger yard since he lived out in the country. Their parents took the boys there so they could play on their brooms together.
"Oh, no!" One of Ronnie's brothers gasped. Andrew didn't know which of the twins said that; they were identical.
"Andrew, Ronnie will probably crash it.
"And destroy it!"
"Say goodbye to your new toy."
Ronnie scowled at his brothers. "I am a good flyer!"
"Ronnie is an awful flyer." Harry whispered to Andrew as the four watched Ronnie kick off. "But don't tell him I said so." He put a finger to his mouth.
"Kay." Andrew was now afraid his friend would break his new broom though. Maybe he shouldn't have offered it to him.
Ronnie flew up high, whooping with glee, having the time of his life. He was very wobbly, but Andrew's broom was returned safely a few minutes later, much to his relief.
"Thanks!" Ronnie said. "It's much better than mine!" He retrieved his own very worn out broom from the ground near by. "See?"
Andrew frowned as he watched the broom vibrate against Ronnie, causing his speech to be a bit jumpy. "I-it's not s-so ba-ad if y-ou like the fe-eling of your-r ha-nds go-ing numb." The stick of the broom was blurring as it moved.
Harry and Andrew giggled, and Ronnie laughed too.
The twins were up in the air, chasing each other with a ball called a quaffle, and taking turns hitting each other with it.
"I am glad you guys are here." Ronnie said, leading his friends far away from his older brothers. "The only time they let me play is if they let me be the target in 'The Best Beater'."
"How do you play that?" Andrew asked.
Ronnie scowled. "Fred and George pelt bludgers at me while I am supposed to dodge the hits. Whoever hits me the most wins."
"They aren't real bludgers though." Harry said.
"No, they are softer, they don't hardly hurt, but it's still mean. They never let me be a beater either!"
"Ginny plays nice." Harry told Ronnie.
"But all girly stuff!" Ronnie said. "She wants me to play with her dolls, and that's gross!"
"They aren't so bad. If I don't have to make them talk." Harry defended Ginny.
"Hurry!" Ronnie took off running, and the other boys quickly followed, ducking themselves around the Weasley's house.
"What happened?" Andrew asked, suddenly alarmed. "Is someone in trouble?"
"No, but if my sister sees us, she'll want us to play with her!"
Ginny was pushing a toy stroller singing a song at the top of her lungs. Ronnie shuddered at her off key singing and Harry covered his ears.
"Go away!" One of the twins yelled at Ginny, who had stopped under their game playing.
"We're playing boy stuff, no dolls-"
"- and no singing allowed, Missy!"
"Where's Harry?" Ginny asked the circling twins above her.
Fred and George pointed toward the direction that the younger boys were hiding at.
"Drat!" Ronnie muttered. "They outed us! Come on!"
"Ronnie! Harry!" Ginny called out sweetly, clumsily dragging her dolly stroller behind her as she chased after the boys.
Andrew giggled at the fun he was having, even though he had no idea why they were really running from the four year old girl.
"Stop running!" She screamed with frustration. "You have to play with me! Mummy says!"
Ronnie stumbled onto his broom and kicked off. "Fol-low Me-e!" He told his friends and circled around The Burrow, flying out of sight.
Harry mounted his broom with ease, and followed Ronnie with no trouble. Andrew wasn't so skilled yet, and ended up tripping over his broom after trying to get onto it in a hurried manner. He skinned his knee in the process and whimpered.
"Oh, did you hurt yourself?" Ginny asked, stepping up to him. She wore her hair in two braids and she had a red dress on with white spots "Owie." She made a face when she saw his damaged skin.
"It doesn't hurt so bad." Andrew lied quietly.
"You're a big boy." Ginny told him with a smile. "And big boys play with big girls." She held out a doll to him. One that had on a matching dress. "Go on, take Helga!" Ginny ordered impatiently.
Andrew stood up and took the doll hesitantly. He never played with a doll before.
"Hold it like this." Ginny demonstrated with another doll, and Andrew did so.
"You are a good daddy." She told him happily. "Now we sing to our babies so they can go night night." She rocked the doll in her arms. "TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE-"
The noise was too much for Andrew. He dropped the doll, snatched his broom, and ran.
"Get back here!" Ginny cried. "You got Helga all dirty! I'm telling my Mummy!"
As he continued to run, he slammed right into a body and bounced off them, falling to the ground onto his bottom. A sharp pain traveled through his backside as he landed. He burst out crying.
"There, there, Andrew, it's alright." Ronnie's daddy helped him. "Hurt your bottom, did you? We'll fix that! Molly, dear!"
"What's wrong now? Can't those boys stay out of trouble for five minutes?!" Ronnie's mother came into view and her face softened when she saw the crying Andrew. "Oh, you poor dear!" She took Andrew into a hug. "Come, come, a cup of lemonade and a biscuit will surely make those tears go away." And with a wave of her wand, Andrew's pain was gone. "All better now!" She said cheerily, leading the boy inside the house and they entered the kitchen.
"I think your son was running from my daughter, Sirius." Ronnie's daddy chuckled as he sat down at the table.
Daddy laughed. "Andrew's not ready to prowl, yet. Are ya, my boy?"
Andrew shrugged, having no idea what he meant.
"He'll have to fight Harry for her, I think. Those two are inseparable if Ronnie would allow it." Molly said, handing Andrew his lemonade. "Mark my words, I see them getting married."
"Oh, Molly, they're just too young to think about marriage yet." Lily giggled.
"Yes, I would prefer to keep my little girl as long as I can." Ronnie's daddy eyed Harry's.
"Don't look at me!" James held his hands up in surrender. "Molly said it! I am an innocent bystander here!"
"Well, that's a first!" Harry's Mummy snorted in laughter.
"It happens more often than you know it, Lil." Remus chuckled, pulling Andrew into his lap and kissing his head. "Were you really running from Ginny, little man?" He whispered.
Andrew nodded. "She's loud." He whispered back.
"I think she has to be with all her brothers."
"They are mean to her." Andrew said sadly.
"Oh, she's mean right back!" Molly told him. "They get along well when they need to though! Don't you dare!" She pointed a wooden spoon at the twins who appeared to be trying to sneak a biscuit off the plate that sat on the table.
"Aw, Mum, but Andrew's got one." A twin whined.
"Yeah, bit of unfair if you ask me."
"Andrew got chased down by your sister." Arthur raised his eyebrows.
"He's certainly earned that then." The twins said together before dashing off upstairs to their room. The adults burst out laughing.
Andrew did feel guilty for what he did to Ginny though. He slipped off Remus' lap and walked back outside to go and find Ginny. Ginny was brushing off her dusty doll by the picnic tables.
"Here." Andrew held out his biscuit to her.
"I don't want to talk to you!" Ginny stuck her nose in the air.
"I'm sorry I dropped your doll in the dirt." Andrew said quietly. "It was an accident."
Ginny eyed him before snatching the cookie. "That's okay. I won't try and make you sing again. How about helping me change the babies' nappies?"
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