Hello everyone! My name's Auvrea Rose and this is the first fanfiction I've written in absolute ages. And while I have no idea where this is going, I couldn't get the idea out of my mind and figured the world could always do with more Weasley Twin goodness. I hearby own no rights to Harry Potter, or the twins, simply my own characters. So without further ado, let's get started.

The scarlet Hogwarts Express chugged through the English countryside, the flickering scenery passing by unnoticed by the identical faced men with red hair as they sat in a rare moment of thoughtfulness. One might have said you would've seen Snape kissing Harry Potter before you'd catch Fred and George Weasley sitting silent and alone, their faces etched with deep introspection (especially when they could be surrounded by adoring fans and hoardes of young new customers). Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione had even offered them places in their compartment, but for once the twins couldn't stand the thought of being surrounded by all those people. War has an awful habit of turning even the most devoted fun-lovers into deep thinkers.

It had been months since the glorious day Lord Voldemort had been destroyed by Harry Potter and his motley band of Phoneix members and it was once again September 1st. Suddenly, a deep voice shattered the slience.

"Never thought we'd be getting on this thing ever again, eh Freddie?"

The twin reclining on the right side of the bench have a short laugh and a wide smile.

"Decidedly not, Georgie, but what do you expect? You try to out with style, some flair"

George grinned at his brother. "- some fireworks-"

"-a swamp-"

"Make some real lasting memories." Fred smirked with satisfaction. "And then the Ministry has to go and ruin it all by forcing us to return to the place we so spectacularly vacated." His head gave a sad shake of disbelief.

"Thus rendering out marvelous-"

"-genius" chimed Fred.

George nodded solemnly. "-grand escape moot."

"Bloody bastards" they spat together.

They grinned identical grins at each other and broke into laughter. Well, war doesn't change everything.

At the end of the war, when the Ministry of Magic was taking stock and pulling itself back together, they happened to notice exactly how many young wizards and witches were running around the country, doing magic higgledy-piggeldy without having completed their magical educations and half of them still underage; and all just because they'd fought in a war. Well, for the Ministry that simply would not do. And thus the Education Completion Act was passed. It stated that any witch or wizard who had not completed their education would have their wands confiscated and magical businesses closed until such time as they could present a certificate of completion.

Fred and George had spent many days fuming, yelling, and generally trying to find even the teeniest loophole to wiggle through- they'd fought dozens of Death Eaters, surely that should count as proving they were educated perfectly well enough! But even the infamous Weasley Twins had to admit defeat (for possibly the first time ever) and re-enroll at Hogwarts for their seventh year.

"Ah well, it'll be good to see the old place looking whole again." said Fred seriously, getting a glint in his eye that his brother knew meant he was thinking of The Battle.

"Too true mate" replied George, and a slight grimace marred his handsome features for a moment. His lids closed over his bright blue eyes. He could still hear the screams of the dying, the thunder of rubble as the castle was blown apart all around them, the hissing of curses flying through the air, missing them by a hair. He knew Fred was still haunted by the war, but he couldn't help but think that Fred couldn't fully grasp how shaken George had been by the war. Fred fought with him side by side, yes, but he'd never had to face the possibility that his brother would die. Try as he might to stop it, an image popped behind his eyelids that he had been trying all summer to expel. Fred's body, crumpled, three quarters of him covered in the rubble of the wall that had just collapsed on top of him, more still than George had ever seen him. He could still feel how his heart had stopped for a full 3 seconds, breath caught in his throat, frozen in disbelief. He had rushed to his twin's side, throwing his head and remaining ear against Fred's still chest. It had taken him a full two minutes of listening desperately for a heartbeat, the thud of a pulse, before he fount it.

Within seconds he had cleared Fred off and carried him to the healers, too terrified to Apparate, where he waited for hours with bated breath- heart pounding, hands shaking, more terrified than he'd ever been in his entire life- while the healers worked their magic. Waiting, to hear if Fred would live or….George trailed off in his head, a lump in his throat. He couldn't even think the word it was so painful. So lost in his thoughts, George jumped nearly a mile when a firm knock sounded at the door.