These characters do not belong to me. Also, a similar fic was done before but I messaged the writer and read it, so I will make it as absolutely different as I can, with it still fitting in with the books.
This fic is Fred and George's first year. I did some research (mainly reread the books), and tried to make this as canon as possible. Should you notice any mistakes, please leave a review to let me know, and I will change it as soon as possible.
It was a beautiful sunny day, where you couldn't help but be outside with the warmth beating down on you, and your hand raised against the nearly blinding light. In other words, it was a Quidditch day.
Percy was inside, naturally, studying for whatever he thought was coming next year, tearing through books like a madman. But it worked just as well without him. Ron was Keeper, but other than that it was every player for themselves. They acted as Chasers, dodging past each other, hoarding the battered ball. When they neared the hoop, they would thrust it with all their strength, and Ron would hit it away. Charlie was winning, being the one with real experience, but the twins wouldn't admit it.
"We're better suited for Beaters anyway," George retorted, smiling all the same. His brother had merely laughed and tossed him the ball. Despite their loss, it was too nice a day to argue. The game went on, and they lost track of points. They rotated Keepers, and before they knew it possible, their mother called them in for dinner.
Mrs. Weasley took one look at the grimy children. "You are not going to even think about sitting down 'til you've washed up," she scolded, but smiled all the same. She too, had enjoyed this day, and felt no need to be angry.
Ginny had a better idea, however. "Mum, could we please eat outside? We could watch the sunset, as a family."
"And then finish our game," Fred added. George grinned, and Ron immediately perked up.
Molly smiled. "So long as you don't rush dinner, I'll consider. Arthur, would you help me with the dishes?" she yelled upstairs.
"I've got a law to rewrite dear, give me a minute."
"Policies on enchanted Muggle objects aren't as urgent as you'd like to think. We're eating as a family, which does include you."
"How can I refuse your cooking?" Mr. Weasley grinned, poking his head out the door to releive his wife of a platter.
The heat of the outside world had diminished, but it remained beautiful. The family talked and laughed, narrowly avoided a food fight, and once finished, all rushed out to watch the end of a Quidditch game. As they trudged inside, exhausted but beaming, a small dot on the horizon appeared. Ron, in looking back once more at the twinklings of a few stars on the twilight sky, pointed it out..
The twins turned to each other as one.
"It's our letters!"
"It must be, we never get mail, save a few letters at Christmas"
Before Mrs. Weasley could say a word, they were waving their arms furiously to attract the owl's attention. As it landed on a nearby branch, they could hardly contain themselves from tearing the letters off the owl's feet. They snatched up the papers, taking in the intricate wax seal, with the unmistakable lion, snake, badger and eagle. Hogwarts letters, finally there after years of waiting.
"Alright, you three, stick together," Mrs. Weasley warned, while scavenging through her purse for the supply list. They stood near the entrance to Diagon Alley, out of the way of the bustling wizards with all sorts of magical items. The twins gazed hungrily at an older boy's cart full of little trick items. Percy put his hands on the backs of the twins, as if to make absolutely sure they wouldn't run off.
Fortunately, all the books had been on previous lists, so they only needed one set for the twins, who were fighting over who gets the newest set.
"I'm getting Charlie's old robes, you take the books!"
"Can hardly read half of them, why don't we split the news ones? We share everything anyway."
"That reminds me, you're wearing my sock."
Their mother shook her head. "Stop it, you too. Percy, here's some money, would you take them to Ollivander's, I'll handle the books."
"Why don't you trust us with the money, Mum?" The twins straitened, feigning innocence.
She shook her head. "You both know perfectly well that would end. More foolish joke shop bits than imaginable. You'd be expelled in the first week." With that, she turned toward the bookshop. Percy could hardly keep the snotty smirk off his face.
"Come along now, don't want to run behind schedule," he announced, oblivious to the twin's shared eye roll. The group of brothers weaved their way through the crowds, Percy looking straight ahead and the twins taking in everything they could possibly see without exploding. Finally, the reached the shabby shop with the peeling gold letters over the door, reading Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A small bell declared their arrival as they entered the shop. An old man with large pale eyes looked up from behind the counter.
"Percy Weasley, 11 inches, birch, core of dragon heartstring?'
"Yes, sir. I'm here to get my brothers' wands, though."
"Ah." Ollivander's pale eyes fixed on George. "You first, then. Come up, don't be afraid."
Nervously, the small boy inched up to the counter, glancing behind at his mirror image, who gave him a small smile. Confidence boosted, he turned to the old man, whose eyes twinkled as he whipped away to the countless boxes behind him.
"Now then," he said, with a stack of boxes, "Try these." He handed the red-haired boy a box, which contained a dark colored wand with a swirling handle pattern. "Give it a wave, my boy, there you go." Nothing happened. "No matter, here, try this one." They went through three wands like this, but the old man seemed to get more excited by the fails then the successes. Finally, he pulled out one with different colors all over and a woven-like handle. "Dogwood, 12 and-a-half inches, slightly springy. A wave, lad, like the others."
As George picked up the wand, he felt a certain tingling that none of the other wands had given him. When it cut through the air, a shower of stars followed it's wake, illuminating the shop in fiery light.
"Wonderful!" Ollivander clapped his hands, turning to Fred. "Your turn, now. Would you say you are close to your brother?"
Slightly confused by the question, Fred stuttered as he spoke. "Not Percy, sir, but George and I are closer than best mates." His twin beamed while his older brother looked offended.
"Should be easy enough, then," the old man muttered tracing his finger along the narrow boxes, pulling out one. He stopped, seemed to consider another box, then murmured to himself about choosing wizards. Ollivander looked up, saw three pairs of curious eyes staring at him, and cleared his throat. "Alright then, young man, one of these might do," he mumbled, but the maniacal glint of before had returned to his eyes.
Fred, slightly disturbed, took the first wand the old man had selected and gave it a wave. It nearly jumped out of his hand, flying straight back into the box. He looked to Ollivander, who smiled kindly and gestured to the second box. The red haired boy who looked exactly like his brother pulled out a dark, smooth wand with a pinecone- like handle. With a flick of his wrist, a shower of sparks so like his brothers shot from the tip, but these burned bright and went out fast.
Ollivander gave him an odd sort of look, then shook his head and turned to Percy. "Fourteen Galleons, young man, for two wands, thank you, have a wonderful day, you two boys." He looked kindly at the twins.
As the three boys bustled out of the shop, Fred turned to his twin, both their eyes shining with excitement. "Next stop, Hogwarts!" They laughed and ran after Percy to reunite with their mother.
Well I like this A LOT so far, it's fun to write. Next, they'll have to meet Lee Jordan, which I am looking forward to. Please if you have any Fred and George event from the first few days or year in the book or otherwise, if you be so kind as to leave a review and let me know that would be much appreciated.