Hey guys! Here's another Gred and Forge one-shot! This one's a comedy, so I hope you enjoy! This takes place somewhere around the third and fourth books, just to give you a timeframe.
Disclaimer: If I was Rowling, Fred would be alive. And be my husband.
~Rosey
Wizard's Best Friend
"Mum, come on, please?"
"Fred, no!"
"Mum, we'd take the best care of him!"
"George, no!"
"But Mum-"
"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY DO NOT MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN!"
The two red-headed twins flopped onto the couch in unison before looking back up at their mother. "But Mum," Fred tried again. "Almost all Muggles have one, and tons of Wizards do too! 'Sides, we promise we'd feed him-"
"And walk him-" George interjected.
"And train him-"
"And pick up his poo-"
"You can do that one on your own, Georgie," Fred looked over at his brother quickly.
"No fair!"
"Is too-"
"BOYS!" Mrs. Weasley shouted over the bickering. "We are NOT getting a puppy!"
Fred dramatically threw his head onto his brother's shoulder, and George in turn tossed his head atop his brother's. "But Mummy!" George sniffed melodramatically. "All we're asking for is a furry, floppy little dog!"
"You couldn't even take it to Hogwarts with you," Mrs. Weasley pointed out, putting her hands on her hips.
"We could find a spell to turn him into a toad or owl or cat to take him to Hogwarts and then turn him back into a puppy when we're at the Burrow!" Fred offered brightly.
"Now Freddie-"
"I'm George."
"You're wearing your sweater with the F on it."
"Shoot."
"What I was saying, Fred, is how would you like to be turned into something you're not for months on end and only got to be yourself during the summer?"
Fred hung his head awkwardly, and George did the same. "Guess I wouldn't like it much," Fred confessed after a moment, running a hand over the back of his neck.
"George, would you like that?" Mrs. Weasley turned on the other twin.
"No, Mum," George muttered, kicking his toe into the ground.
"Then don't you think that a puppy wouldn't much like it either?"
"Guess not," Fred and George said in unison, shame in their voices.
"Well then, that settles it. No pup-"
Just then, Ron Weasley burst into the living room, his eyes wide and glowing. "Guess what, mates?" he spouted excitedly. "Hagrid just sent me an owl saying that he got a griffin!"
Fred and George instantly perked up, looking at each other excitedly before facing their mother. "Never mind! We want a griffin instead!"
"NO!"
"But Mum-"
"RONALD WEASLEY DON'T YOU START IN ON ME TOO! WE ARE NOT GETTING A PUPPY OR A GRIFFIN AND THAT'S FINAL!"
There was a moment's pause, and then Fred spoke again. "Well...What about a polar bear?"
The End! Just a crazy little ditty... Hope you liked it! PLEASE REVIEW?
~Rosey
