Prologue
I watched my joyous twin carefully, observing his every move.
"C'mon Georgie, move it!" Fred whined at me, as I had stopped bouncing on the trampoline, being too deep in thought.
"Sorry!" I said with a sheepish grin. He grinned back, and I knew I was in the clear. Cautiously, I kept bouncing and made sure to keep my eyes off him, thinking he might assume I was odd. So I just pictured him in my head. 'Hair? Got it, to the exact. Eyes? Just like mine, but more glittery. I would have to work on that. Chin? Mine's too fat, I need to change that. At least my neck is perfect…' Thoughts like these continued on for a while, until mum made us go inside, where she sat Fred and I at the table, and told us to draw her a picture.
My short, stubby, five-year-old hands glided smoothly over the paper, leaving precise and swooping lines of color. I shaded in my subjects (Fred and I) delicately, making sure we matched exactly, and the color stayed in the lines. We were sitting on our bunk bed, with myself on top and Fred at the bottom, grinning at each other. I sighed down at it. Some would say it was astounding for someone of my age. I would have ignored them: I craved perfection. Suddenly my dramatic brother drew up his hand with a flourish, and cried, "My masterpiece!" He had a small lisp, so it sounded more like "My matahpeese!"
I immediately ran around the table, and peered down at the paper. It was sloppily done, no doubt, but I favored it over mine. It depicted the incident in which we (really, Fred, I just watched) stole Charlie's wand and turned Ronnie's stuffed bear into a spider. Fred was laughing, with a smile so big it stretched out of his face, and I was standing behind him, smiling crookedly. That bothered me. Did Fred think I was sad? Did I have bad teeth? Why did I look so different from him?
A few feet away, Molly Weasley stared curiously at her sons. George—or was it Fred?—was staring intently at his brother's drawing, his lower lip shaking in frustration. Fred—she assumed it was him—didn't seem to notice; he just leaned back proudly in his chair. Finally, after studying the picture for what felt like an hour, George sat back down and asked his brother what to do next.
AN: Hi, this is my first fanfiction, and my first published story, so I hope you like it. I understand it was very unlikely that after stealing Charlie's wand, the magic they wanted to happen would just simply happen, without knowing the spell. I'm just assuming that it's slightly possible, and as Gred and Forge have always seemed like such talented wizards, I thought that maybe they could have pulled it off. I know this part of the story is rather boring, but don't worry, I'll move to a better age/time in the next chapter! I will only post the first chapter if their si any interest, so yeah.