The two babies, wrapped up in their first clothes and blinking against the light that shone above them for the first time, were placed into the typical hospital baskets; this one was larger, allowing for the two to lay together instead of individually. Their hands sought out each other and they remained that way, holding hands and facing out at the world, for the rest of their time in hospital – and a lot more after.
"Fred Gideon Weasley," his mother reprimanded, standing above the four year old with arms on her hips. "What do you think you're doing?" The ginger kid giggled, waving his brother's wand at her and watching as her skin turned a vibrant blue colour.
"Not Fred mumma," he corrected, shaking his head. "George," he pointed to himself. She shook her head but couldn't stop the smile that took over her lips, before swooping down and taking the wand from his little hand.
She ruffled his hair, correcting both her colouring and his twins' before calling for his older brother and leaving the room. "Fred," a voice said tentatively. "You lied," Fred – not George – turned and grinned. "And you stole Bill's wand."
"I did but I think you look good in pink."
"George Fabian Weasley," his mother screeched at the twin who shoved past her, running away. "Fabian Gideon Weasley," she screeched again, stumbling the other way as her other son shoved her too. "What do you think you're doing?" They shot smirks over their shoulders.
"Can't stop mum-" Fred started.
"-Percy is acting awfully mad for some reason," George finished. The two twins shot up the stairs, running into their room with delirious giggles left in their wake. Percy walked in only a moment later, purple boils covering his skin and his previously ginger hair now a vile shade of green.
"Oh Percy," his mother cooed, bustling him into her arms. "I'll deal with them later."
"Don't worry about it Molly," Arthur countered, looking amused behind his newspaper. "They're ten year old boys who happen to be twins and best friends; might I add that they've been mischievous for years and you were the one who suggested we buy them a prank set to play with?"
She huffed indignantly but couldn't argue.
Their letters arrived together, attached to the same owl, and the boys danced around the house, acting deliriously. "Do you know what this means George?" Fred asked that night when they were supposed to be asleep.
"I think I do Fred," came the reply.
"Pranks," they answered together and fell asleep after plotting and coming up with new gag jokes.
When they first caught sight of the castle, for the first time in their lives, they were speechless.
When Fred was sorted into Gryffindor, for a brief second, George was filled with a flicker of doubt – what if he was sent somewhere else? He doesn't know how he'd survive or cope with the next seven years if his brother wasn't by his side but when the hat called the same house, he felt absolutely fine again.
Over time they befriended Lee Jordan – almost immediate to be honest due to his humorous nature – but he wasn't as close to either twin as they were to each other.
Skiving snackboxes. Fever fudge. Extendable ears. Nosebleed nougats. Portable swamps. Weasley's wildfire whiz-bangs. Just a few of their products that started their joke shop and made their dream almost a reality.
Their mother was mad when they quit school and created their own joke shop but they did it together, as friends, and they knew that through thick or thin, they'd always have each other.
It was hard, watching their own little brother just disappear and their parents start to crumble with worry for everyone. Their worry for Harry because he was the Chosen-One, their worry for Hermione and Ron for being with him. Their worry for themselves due to having the shop in Diagon Alley and their constant taunts to You-Know-Who – even more so with their U-No-Poo gag. They also worried for Charlie, being with the dragons and they worried for Bill with his new found wolfish side. They still worried for Percy even though he sided with the Ministry; the only one they didn't worry for was Ginny and that was only until they found out that Alecto and Amycus Carrow were teaching there.
The twins themselves worried for their family, but never each other because they were always by each other's side and knew they were okay.
"We can do this Georgie, we can be a part of the battle and help save the world, make history," Fred exclaimed excitedly as they made their way to their defensive positions. "We can do this." George chewed his lip with worry but didn't respond; he knew that they could do it but he didn't want to worry about who they'd lose, not yet anyway.
He was gone. Never coming back due to the blasted war. It was hard, a long day of gruelling fights and grieving and now he was standing in their flat, looking around the room with the constant reminder of the loss. It was only a few minutes later that he'd floo'ed to the Burrow - only a worse place to go since there were even more memories. He didn't know how he'd be able to go on without his best friend.
"You can do this Georgie," he could've sworn he heard Fred say. "You can do it."
Written for the Little Leagues – Hufflepuff – Captain (Round1) Write a familial friendship.