A/N: So this thing of beauty is a Christmas Present for my lovely sister! Oops... I'm a couple days late, but I'm sure she'll enjoy it none the less. I hope you enjoy it as well.

Thanks for taking a chance on my Harry Potter AU. Here we go!

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Everything was green and smokey. Fire was all around him, but it didn't hurt. It felt like he was moving but he wasn't doing anything, except trying to breath and see something besides the green. Looking around, more smoke came, and he couldn't stop from coughing. His head hurt and he felt dizzy. He just wanted to go home.

Reaching out, his hand found the outside of the fire, and suddenly, all of him was thrown from it.

The three and a half year old lay outside an empty fireplace for a moment and sobbed out in fear and pain. He just wanted to go home.

At that though, he stopped and froze.

He had no idea where he was. W-where was home?

His family was at home…

The little boy sat up, and tried to think of his family.

There was Mum and Da-

Black Robes and large men coming closer, reaching for him.

Chawy and Biew…

Strange words, lights, screaming and yelling. Voices were everywhere, trying to get away.

He was shaking now, and closing his eyes tight, trying to get rid of the image. There were more… there was P-Pewcy a-a-and Won-

More shoving and running. Hands grabbing towards him, and hands letting him go. He didn't know which one was worse. There was the green fire again, and he was screaming as he fell.

"No!" The child shouted, pushing himself back from the memory. He opened his eyes wide and gasped in and out. It was hard to breathe. He didn't want to remember anymore. Not if it showed that. He didn't want that.

There was only one word he could remember and feel good about. One word that he would keep safe.

"Gwed…" He whispered. This is who he would look for. He would look for home and look for 'Gwed'.

Standing up, and rubbing his tears away, the little boy decided to get looking. Brushing away some soot and ash from his red hair and straightening his knitted jumper, he walked out of the room and building, only to quickly find himself in an unfamiliar and crowded street.

Noise was everywhere, and it certainly didn't help his head.

Stumbling outside, the little boy shielded his eyes from the bright sun. There was still lots of noise around him, but it was completely different than before. There wasn't any screaming or running, but there were strange red and green lights, people still shoving each other to get somewhere else… Looking to the middle of the street, the boy's eyes grew wide as he saw strange wheeled things. Oh, he had a toy of one of those.

He thought of his dad kneeling by him and his brother, smiling and talking excitedly how it was suppose to work. When his dad reached his hand forward to show him something else though, the memory changed to the one just hours ago, with hands and people, reaching, pushing, yelling.

Someone shoved him as they walked past, and it just made the flashback worse.

He cried out and backed up a few spaces till he reached the side of the building he just left. He slide down and sat with his knees drawn up. He wouldn't think of them. Just Fwed who is sometimes Geowge, but also Gwed, and maybe other times Fowge because he was all of them, and his brother was all of them. They were different, but kind of the same but not exactly, because they were two, and it was better than one, except now he was just one.

It was just him… He was alone.

Where was his brother?

"Hey, sweetie… are you okay? Where's your family?"

Startled at the new voice talking to him, the boy looked up and found a women standing by his side. A man stood a bit behind her, watching him as well.

At the question, he couldn't help but look around again, maybe hoping he might have missed them earlier. "I-... I don…" He let out a small whine and rubbed his eyes again.

The women knelt down and gently put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting rub.

"Oh, come on now. It's okay. Are you lost? You don't know where your family is?"

The young child nodded again, looking up at the women.

He gave a little woman looked a little scared right now. Not like how his mum would look when he almost fell down the stairs, but maybe a little like that. Thinking about his mum, the boy couldn't help but see the differences between the two of them. His mum was shorter and squishier, and good for hugs. Who had fire colored hair and always smiled when he and Gred got up to no good. This woman wasn't anything like that. She was smaller... but taller, and had normal brown hair that went down her shoulders.

"I can call the police and see if anyone has reported a missing kid." The man suddenly said, coming closer. Now the little boy could see him better. He was wearing a dark suit, reminding the other of scary black men from before.

The boy grabbed onto the women tightly for a moment and took back his earlier thought. She was still good for hugs. Maybe not exactly like his mum, but still good. Feeling a bit safer, he watched closely as the man grabbed something from his pocket, thinking it was one of those magic sticks that Mum and Dad had. With the black robed people, though, they became a whole lot more scarier. He clutched the woman tighter, eyes growing tearful again at the thought of more of those scary men.

Instead of a stick though, the man pulled out a small square shaped item, and then he started talking into it.

While the man was talking, the women grabbed the child's attention again. "My name is Susie, what's yours."

The question made him pause, because his name changed a lot. With his twin, they liked to switch. His other brothers sometimes got mad at that, but daddy thought it was funny, and Mum just tried to call them by their first names.

But today…? Today he was suppose to be Fowge, and his brother was Gwed.

"Gwed..." He whimpered through his tears, feeling alone all over again and missing his brother. He brought his jumper sleeve up to wipe his eyes, but it didn't seem to work.

" 'Greg'? Is that your name, little boy?"

He wanted to shake his head, because Fwed was Gwed today, but he liked hearing his brother's name. It made him feel closer. Maybe it would be okay to be called that right now. Maybe then he wouldn't feel all alone and by himself.

"Hey, Greg?" Susie said, once more gaining his attention. He looked up at her and put his hands down. Her eyes traveled down to his jumper where the letter 'G' sewn in on it, and, seeing how he had responded to her, decided that 'Greg' was indeed his name. Standing up, she offered to pick him up. "Want to come find your family? I'm going to help you, okay?"

He looked at her and saw a nice smile, kind of like his mum's. Deciding that it would be hard to look for them all by himself, he nodded and took her hand.

By this time, the man was done talking to… himself? the air? the weird box thing? 'Greg' didn't know, but whatever it was, the man was done with it. He came closer and stood next to them.

"Okay, let's look around the area for a bit, and ask around for them." The man started. "If we still can't find anyone that knows…" he glanced at his wife, Susan, for the boy's name.

Pulling the redhead into her arms, she stood up and answered, "Greg"

"Greg" He filled in, "then we'll take him to the station. They have my number in case anyone comes in looking for him."

"Okay, sweetie. You hear that?" Susie looked straight at the boy with a smile. "Me and my husband, Mark, we're going to look for your family."

He nodded and gave a smile right back at her, the first one since he had lost his family.

"Now, where were you headed? Do you know that? or what your family was doing out?"

He nodded again. He knew exactly why they had been out. They had been shopping, and they were going to get a stick for his oldest brother, just like Mum and Dad, because he was eleven, and then he'd be going away, which was kind of scary and sad, but that was okay, since Beiw seemed really happy about getting a stick. Instead of saying all that though, he merely said "Shopping… Hogowzted scool."

This made Susie and Mark frown. This area wasn't one with many stores, especially for school supplies. She could only assume that the middle word was some sort of school name, but not one she'd ever heard of. They started walking, with Mark asking people, while Susie tried to get more information about who they were looking. "Do you have any siblings? brothers or sisters? How many of your family were with you before you got lost?"

The little boy in her arms quickly brought up eight fingers. "Dis many" though he then frowned and put a finger back down. "Dis much?" It seemed he couldn't decide which of the two numbers there were, but that was okay. It was such a large number that it should be easy to see such a large group, especially if they were looking for their lost son as well.

"Okay, do they look like you?" The woman gently grabbed a lock of his brilliant red hair to help him understand what she meant..

This gained another happy nod.

Looking towards Mark, she saw him give a single nod as well, signalling that he'd heard.

With the new information, the three of them went down many of the nearby streets, asking all around for the little boy's family.

No one had seen anything.

It was a couple hours later, with the child now fast asleep, that they went to the Police Station.

No one had come looking for the three year old 'Greg'.

No matter how many questions were asked about his family or where he lived, nothing seemed to help get them any closer to finding his family. It seemed as though they never existed. He wasn't in the system, and no names given by him were either. Though, with what little they got from the boy, it wasn't really a surprise that they didn't get much, what, with all his mention of magic, or strange creatures like goblins and elves, even him falling through the fire, and going through walls.

By the time night was falling, the police seemed no closer to finding this boy's family then when they started.

The toddler was rapidly falling asleep again, and soon, Mark and Susan Hampton were on their way home with a little three year old between them. Hopefully he would only be staying a few days before they could find some trace of his family.

If not… maybe it was time the two of them thought about having kids? ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~

The Weasley Family was distraught at the loss of their 2nd to youngest child. After the attack on Diagon Alley, they tried to find any sign of George, never stopping for days on end.

Arthur took his normally saved up vacation days and used almost all of them up during this time, searching and asking around for his boy.

Molly, though desperate to go out looking for herself, knew that she had to take care of the rest of her family, help keep them calm, and reassure them that George would be alright.

As members of the Order of the Phoenix, many of their friends volunteered to help keep an eye out as they also sought to bring the Death Eaters to justice. Some of them included Molly's own brothers, the Pewetts, old school friends, like the Longbottoms and Bones, as well as the Potters, and their group of friends.

Anyone who could tried to help and find any sign of George Weasley, but it was as though he had vanished during the attack.

The one most affected by the young Weasley's disappearance was, of course, his twin.

Fred, at first, didn't want to believe his brother was gone. That maybe he was just hiding, because sometimes they did that, only to pop up and surprise their brothers or Mum or Dad.

It was very quickly though that the twin realized the truth and broke down and cried.

Percy, after listening to his brother cry for awhile, couldn't stand it, and so the 5 year old had to go check on him. There, sitting on the floor, wrapped up in George's blanket, was Fred.

Not sure what to do, Percy went and sat down by his brother and pulled him into a hug like Mummy or Daddy might do when he was sad.

With such an overload of feelings, it was no surprise when Fred soon fell asleep, still holding onto Percy.

When the other boy tried to move, groggy and watery brown eyes looked up at him in fear. "...No… don'..." the small voice mumbled, clutching tighter to the fabric in his hands. "Don' wanna be 'lone…."

Percy almost felt like crying then too, because he didn't realize that, even surrounded by so many other brothers, Fred might feel alone or scared without George. The two of them were always together, no matter what.

It made the 5 year old worry for a moment. What would Fred do about nightmares now? Percy sometimes heard them at night. One would wake up, but with the other right there, they could get back to sleep. What about just playing and normal days? Fred and George were never apart, it seemed.

Would Fred be okay without his twin?

Making a decision right then, he gently tried to get Fred to let go of his jumper. "I'll be right back. I promise."

The three year old nodded and changed his death grip from Percy to the blanket again, watching as the other left the room.

By the time he came back, he was almost covered in his own blankets and pillows, trying to awkwardly move around the room without falling over.

Dropping everything on the floor, he then pulled Fred into his impromptu nest, and laid down. It was late enough for him to go to bed right now, even if just days earlier he had complained at his bed time.

Pulling Fred close, and making sure he was covered, Percy leaned down and whispered into his brother's ear. "You won't be alone. I promise." He said it with all the seriousness a five year old could muster, because no matter how annoying or loud he thought his younger brothers were, he didn't want to see them sad, and he would do whatever it took to help Fred smile.

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Enough time passed that the search parties became less and less frequent. Some, by that point, had already given up, saying that a child that young, and in times like these… he was surely dead. Though the family wished dearly to believe it not to be so, there was no sign to indicate otherwise.

The two worlds, the two children, learned to grow up without each other. Each learning to depend on laughs and jokes. Fred, because he wanted his family to be happy. Because even with their loss, he wanted them to smile. His twin, with his sad and scared beginnings, wished no one else to feel like that, and tried to make others happy as well.

They would continue to lead these separate lives, slowly forgetting about each other, until one fateful day when a Hogwarts letter found itself on a muggle family's doorstep.

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A/N: So, I hope you enjoyed all that. I have the next chapters written, but I plan on doing a couple days to a weekly updates so that I have time to keep on schedule and keep writing. Who knows if it'll keep though since a new semester is starting in a week or two.

Thanks for reading, and I would love to hear your thoughts.