Hey guys! I'm back and with a new chapter!

I've edited a couple of the chapters due to the fact that this was taken down because of them, but everything should be fine now!

Sorry for the inconvenience!

~Snow.

I do not own the Harry Potter characters, only the plot.

Six year-old Harry Potter sat on a swing, swinging only a little, looking around, terrified that his cousin, Dudley Dursley, and Dudley's gang, would find him in the nearly abandoned park.

Harry Potter was an orphaned boy, who lived with his Aunt and Uncle, Petunia and Vernon Dursley. He had been told that his parents had died in a car crash when he had been only one, so he had been given to his only living relatives.

Harry looked a lot different from his family.

Harry was small and skinny for his age, he had bright green, almond shaped eyes, and black hair that was a bit shaggy and very untamable. He often wore clothes that had once been worn by his cousin, but could no longer fit the larger boy. He also wore glasses that was taped at the nose piece, having often been broken by Dudley punching him in the face.

Harry often thought that it was unfair that he had to wear Dudley's hand-me-downs, but didn't complain, afraid of his Uncle.

Vernon Dursley was a large man with hardly any neck at all. He had a big, bushy mustache and he worked for a company that made drills that was called Grunnings.

Petunia Dursley was tall, thin, and had a long neck that she used to spy over the fences over at the neighbors. She had blonde hair, much like her son.

Dudley Dursley was a large boy, who had barely any neck like his father, but blonde hair like his mother. He was also a bully with a gang of his own, who loved to play the name Dudley called, Harry Hunting.

Harry often thought that Dudley was as stupid as he was large.

Sighing, Harry glanced around wearily again, the June sun pouring down on him from overhead. A faint smell of grass wafted through the air as a warm breeze rusted the leaves of trees nearby.

There was only a few people in the park today, like it was most days, a mother and her toddler daughter over by the sandbox, a teenage couple having a picnic under one of the trees.

And a set of what looked to be twins, both having flaming red hair and blue eyes, freckles across their faces, they were both male, and looked to be about ten years old.

And they were…

Walking towards him?

Blinking, Harry glanced at the twins again in surprise, finding them awfully close to him by now.

"Er… Hello?" Harry called out shyly.

"Hiya!" The twin on the left exclaimed cheerfully.

"It's nice to meet you!" The twin on the right mimicked his brother's cheerfulness.

"I'm Fred-"

"-And I'm George-"

"-And we were wondering-"

"-That since you were sitting here, looking really-"

"-Lonely, that if you'd-"

"-Like to come and play with us." The finished together, leaving Harry feeling very confused.

"You want to play with me?" Harry asked in surprise, looking between the ginger-haired twins, who were both grinning.

"Why wouldn't we?" The twin that Harry guessed was Fred, asked.

"Dudley." Harry said quietly.

"Who?" The twins asked together, confused.

"Dudley, my cousin, he's my age, but he doesn't like me very much, so he and his gang make sure others don't play with me…" Harry said quietly. "And no one wants to mess with Dudley's gang, so they usually leave me alone…"

"Well, we're not from around here-" Fred started.

"-So we don't know this Dudley kid, and so why-"

"-Should we be afraid of someone-"

"-We've never met? Besides, we want-"

"-To know if you want to play with us-"

"-So why should we have his permission?" The twins finished together again.

Harry stared at them in shock before a smile slowly started to creep onto his face.

"And you never did tell us your name." George said.

"I'm Harry, just Harry." Harry said, holding out a hand for the twins to shake.

"Well, just Harry." Fred grinned, shaking his hand before letting go.

"Would you like to play with us?" George asked, shaking Harry's hand as well.

Harry nodded eagerly, getting up from the swings.

"Tell us, Harry-"

"-Do you like pranks?"

Harry's eyes lit up as he nodded again.

Identical Cheshire-cat grins broke out on Fred and George's faces as they each slung an arm around Harry's shoulders.

"Dear, dear Harry-"

"-We think this is going to be the start-"

"-Of a wonderful friendship."

Harry simply grinned.

~ FOUR SUMMERS LATER ~

A now eleven year-old Harry Potter laughed as Fred and George, who were now thirteen, recounted a few of their pranks on their elder brother Percy.

"That's brilliant!" Harry laughed, hugging his stomach, sitting criss-crossed in their 'triangle', Fred on his left and George on his right.

"Thank you!" The twins coursed, grinning.

"Did you prank your cousin since we last saw you last week?" Fred asked eagerly, leaning forward toward Harry.

"A few times…" Harry smirked.

Ever since their meeting four years ago, Harry, Fred and George were the best of friends.

Fred and George spent most of their afternoons the one month that they were visiting their distant cousins with Harry, preferring his company over their 'evil snot nosed twits that we claim we have no relation to' cousins and their siblings, 'We see enough of them everyday!'.

Harry usually had his chores finished by the time the Dursley's were up so all he really had to do was make breakfast and something cold for lunch, before he could retreat to the peace of the almost-always-empty park and away from his Aunt, Uncle and cousin, who never complained unless he was late to making dinner.

Today was the twins' last day before they returned home where they would stay for the few weeks before they had to leave for their boarding school which they would stay until next summer, and the holidays.

"So do you know what school you're going to?" George asked, an hour later, laying on his back, staring up at the clouds.

"Yeah… Aunt Petunia was upset when she had to change schools for me. Pleased though, at the same time… I'm going to a boarding school now too." Harry sighed.

The twins glanced at him curiously. "Oh? What school?" Fred asked.

"St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys." Harry told them seriously, rolling his eyes, making the twins go into identical fits of laughter.

Harry grinned slightly, a heavy feeling in his heart. He hated having to lie to his best friends about where he was actually going to school, but if he told them, not only would he be breaking Wizarding Law, but how would they react to finding out he was a wizard?!

St. Brutus's was just a cover up to tell the neighbors made by Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, Dudley thought the cover-up school story was hilarious, but Harry merely shrugged it off.

He didn't really care, he'd miss Fred and George on their holidays, but their summers were almost always the best.

Fred, George and Harry had automatically gotten along those summers ago, and Gred and Forge had changed a small depressed Harry into a cheerful, playful, prankster(though Harry was still small).

Some days they would just sit and chat about different pranks they've played on their family, and some days they would play together, tag, kick the can, and other Muggle children games.

Sometimes they would plan new pranks together, and sometimes they'd just sit in a comfortable silence.

Whatever it was, they'd do it, together, and still be happy.

Although, not all was fun in games.

They'd had a few fights, what friends wouldn't? But they'd always make up a day or two afterwards, giving each other time to cool off.

"It's getting late." Harry sighed, glancing at the sky, which was changing from a blue to an orangey-pink.

"It is. We'd probably best be going, or Mum will come find us… Again." Fred sighed.

Harry smiled slightly; he had met Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, when they had come looking for their twin children, and he found them wonderful people.

Mr. Weasley was energetic and enthusiastic, while Mrs. Weasley was a bit more down-to-earth and stern, but a very caring a loving person.

Harry liked them both, he had also met their daughter Ginny, and their son Percy, their son who was Harry's age stayed and played with his cousins, rather than go and see 'the boy Fred and George never shut up about'.

"Aunt Petunia will want me home too…" Harry sighed, getting up and starting to brush the dead grass off of his pants.

Fred and George grumbled, but got up as well, dusting themselves off.

After a moment of silence they started to chat about what they thought the new school year was going to bring, and what kind of pranks they were planning on doing at their schools.

When they reached the gate to the park's entrance they hugged each other before Fred and George started to jog down the path towards their cousins' house, which was opposite of Harry's Aunt and Uncle's.

"See you next summer Harry!" Fred called, grinning as he waved, George mimicking his twin.

"Don't forget to prank Dudley!" George hollered, making Harry laugh.

"Have fun you two! Tell everyone I said 'Hi!'" Harry smiled, waving the twins off, waiting until they were out of sight before turning away and started towards his Aunt and Uncle's house, sighing softly, already missing the twin doppelgangers.

Little did he know, he'd be seeing them again real soon.

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