DISCLAIMER: Obviously I don't any of these characters and places as these belong to the magnificent J.K. Rowling!
Please Note: This is my first fan fiction ever and I don't deny that I have no idea what I'm doing. Haha
IN LOVING MEMORY OF FRED WEASLEY (April 1, 1978 - May 2, 1998)
Fred and George's Excellent Adventure
It was a dry, cold, fall afternoon. The lively trees that usually traced Diagon Alley were now dieing at a pace too quick to be cause by the change of seasons. Darkness was blanketing the wizarding world, yet the sky was still bright. However, in the hopeless, darkened world of witches and wizards, there was a platform of happiness. A shop; owned by two boys that was as bright and lively as could be!
"George! You must come see this!" called Fred from the other end of the shop. He was carrying in a copy of the Daily Prophet. "The old bag, Skeeter has toped the charts! With all that lot of rubbish in her so called biography of Dumbledore, you'd think people wouldn't bother even reading it!"
"Are you bloody serious?" replied George snatching the paper from his brother, "Well it's obliviously all those daft critics from the Prophet. I reckon they made up their reviews before even reading the book."
"Oh well, there's nothing we can do about it."
"You know though, Fred, Rita Skeeter has fan mail," replied George with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"Your certainly right Fred, do you reckon she likes Canary Creams?"
"Well, I reckon there's only one way to find out!" Both boys said as they laughed aloud.
These days, Fred and George Weasley were not scurrying around and hiding like ever other witch and wizard around. They were just as happy running their booming joke shop!
"How were sales today, George?" Fred asked as they began closing the shop for a night.
"Honesty Fred, do you think I keep track of these things?"
"Good point. Has Errol brought the post yet?"
"Oh yes, we also have loads of mail orders from students at Hogwarts. Seems they'll do anything to get out of the Carrows' classes! Figures. We got another letter from mum as well. She still wants us to go move in with everyone at Muriel's! Can you believe it?!"
"Blimey! Are you serious? I don't want to live with that blood old bat. I'd rather face You-Know-You!
"Yeah I know, but Mom's been terrified ever since Ron left with Harry and Hermione. She's so worked up that they Death Eaters will infiltrate us."
"Like were really going to tell them information about our baby brother; like we even know any!"
"Regardless, she's never going to stop bothering us if we don't go into hiding with everyone. We could still keep up the business from Muriel's place you know. Mail orders are booming right now!"
"Good plan, George. We must let all our customers know at once!"
The next few days, Fred and George were busy closing down the shop and notifying the customers of their closure. Mail orders began to fly in as people were now using their mail services more than ever! On a blistering November evening, Fred and George switched of the lights and locked the door with all the protection spells they could think of. There was no they were going to let anyone rob their lovely little platform of happiness. However, tonight, for at least one of the twins, would be last time he saw the jolly little joke shop again.
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