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anon_charles March 21 2008, 21:20:51 UTC
Five-year-old Charlie stared into the crib at the two lumpy, wrinkly and very pink things which were occupying it. He couldn't believe that this was his new little brother and why were there two? Last time he got a new brother, his parents had only brought one home from the hospital. He stuck out his lower lip and frowned.

He didn't like this. He couldn't even play with his little brother. All he was doing was lying there, in the crib, sleeping. Even Percy was more fun and he would only be two in a couple of months.

Clutching his favoured stuffed dragon in one hand, Charlie reached into the crib with the other. Maybe if he poked the wrinkly things then perhaps something would happen and his littlest brother would be much more fun. But, he didn't make that far. A pair of eyes snapped open and stared at him curiously. He stared back. Suddenly, a small hand latched onto his finger which was stretched out and ready to do the poking.

Charlie blinked as the wrinkled creature began babbling in a strange language, made up from whines and goos and gahs. He continued to stare. Then another small hand reached up to grab onto his hand as well. A hand identical to the one already holding his finger. He stared into the crib, there were two more small and chubby arms in there. It slowly dawned on him.

He had two new brothers! Not just one.

Slowly, he smiled at his brothers... and they smiled back. He had two new little brothers to play with and teach everything he knew with the wisdom of all his five years, but he would be six in December! And he would be a big boy then.

It was his job to protect his little brothers and take care of them. That was what big brothers did. Mummy had said so and Mummy was always right. Billy always protected him and Percy, so it was only right that he protected Percy and his new brothers.

He and Billy and Percy, they would be the big brothers and protect them. Show them the ropes... whatever that meant. Charlie grinned and the smiles on his brothers' faces widened too. Their small hands tugged on his hand. He couldn't wait to teach them everything they needed to know. He knew all the best hiding places when Mummy was mad and he knew how to get a hold of the cookie jar. He knew how to get Daddy to give them piggy back rides and take them out to play.

And he couldn't wait to teach them about the best game in the world, Quidditch. Charlie suddenly had a thought and counted on his fingers. He was beginning to learn small numbers already and he proudly came up with the result that they were nearly enough for an entire Quidditch team. Billy and him and Percy and his two new little brothers made five. Mummy didn't play, but Daddy liked to teach them, he could be the judge! And then they just needed two more. Then they could play all they wanted.

Pulling his hand away from his brothers, Charlie ran into the kitchen towards his Mummy. He yelled at the top of his lungs, wanting to share his revelation. "Mummy, Mummy! They smiled at me. Can we get two more brothers from the hospital!? I want two more!"

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anon_charles March 21 2008, 21:21:58 UTC
Charlie jerked awake with a smile on his lips. Blinking, he sat up and held a hand to his forehead. He might have lost some of the things that mattered to him, but he still had what was most important of all. He had what he had promised to protect.

The family Quidditch team He thought, laughing lightly. His siblings

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