A/N: Okay, so this is my first Fremione story after having recently discovered the pair and fallen in love with them. Thanks fanfiction! Well I hope you guys like it and please let me know if there is anything you would like to see. I do not own any characters. If you like GoT, check out my other story, Wolves and Hounds Work together (SanSan pairing).
Prologue
"Forge, where did you put the other parchment?" Fred asked his twin while rummaging through a seemingly bottomless trunk. It has to be here somewhere!
"How the bloody hell am I supposed to know," George replied from his bed. He was leaning back against a pillow with his eyes closed, sucking on a sugar quill.
"Oh come on you git. It hasn't even been properly tested yet. Our professional reputation is at stake here!"
"Listen Gred, why don't you just write out a message and if someone found it they could respond and there you have it—the parchment is safely back in our hands. Plus, it would mean we don't really have to test it then, do we?" George asked while breaking out into a mischievous smile. "Besides, maybe one of those Beauxbatons girls found it and they would be forced to talk to us! Although they wouldn't know it is us."
Fred smiled and pulled out a quill to write on the enchanted parchment.
To Whom it May Concern—if you are reading this, know that this particular piece of parchment was lost and its owner would like it returned. Write back for details.
He read it through and seemed pleased with himself. They couldn't let anyone know this parchment in particular was enchanted and part of a set that allowed two people to correspond back and forth in secret. To anyone else who read it, it would just look like class notes. One of the twins' more brilliant products for the joke shop they would eventually open. "We will just have to bribe whoever may be on the other end of this to keep their mouth shut."
Fred was about to put the parchment away when he saw a message come through.
Your parchment has been found and is in safe hands. May I ask who this is?
"Georgie, someone responded!"
George jumped off the bed and took a few steps to the table Fred had been writing at. "Well what do you know," he whistled and looked at the writing, puzzled as he was looking at herbology notes. Realization dawned on him and he shouted, "It works! I can't read a damn thing. Give 'em your name and have whoever it is meet us near the astronomy tower. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go tell Lee that we are back in business."
Hello?
The parchment had once again relayed a message and Fred sat down in the chair to respond. "Hey George," he called out and heard his twin come back into the room. "Do you think we ought to test this thing for a while? I mean, it might not work after a week or something."
"Good thinking Fred. Yeah, see if this person will keep writing to you. Just don't say anything about the shop."
"Yeah, yeah. You know I won't." George then sprinted out of the room, leaving Fred to begin 'testing' their new product.
Yeah, I'm still here. Can you do me a huge favor? Would you be willing to write back and forth like this? I need a good reason as to why I want them to write. Like a pen pal? You see, I've been pretty lonely lately and talking to someone like this would help. There, now they will feel so sorry for me they just can't refuse.
You know, I've been pretty lonely myself. This would be a nice distraction. Sure, but can I get your name?
Fred paused before he began to write again. He couldn't let this person know who he was.
Wouldn't it be more fun to keep our identities a secret?
He eyed the paper, anxious for a response—he didn't have to wait for long.
Sure. This could be exciting!
Just across the way, Hermione sat at her desk writing on an enchanted piece of parchment. I wonder who the other person could be.
Not expecting another response, Hermione went to grab one of her books and noticed ink appeared once again.
We should also keep this a secret for now. Secrets are more fun anyways.
Keep this a secret? Sure, I guess I can play along.
That sounds great.