Hello, so some quick notes, I know the first chapter is a little short to start with, but hopefully length with increase!. Each Chapter should follow about a year at Hogwarts, showing different snippets of interaction.

Disclaimer I own nothing

I try to keep to canon as best as possible but there are some deviations, small details that have eluded me or simply made the idea flow better.

"I got high hopes, that takes me back to when we started..." High Hopes -Kodaline

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It all started after the first Christmas home of his younger sibling.

He came back practically bouncing with stories and a new found confidence that had been lacking when he left.

He was no longer as young as the family thought, not that Fred and George would let him believe it. Frankly if they did, that meant both of them were getting a tad too close to adulthood and that was where the real fear loomed.

Bill had been home that Christmas. Bill had always been a favorite among all the siblings. He was old enough to give good counsel but young enough not to be disproving of antics. It was late one night during the break that Fred had walked past a room with two occupants chatting away.

"So anything exciting happen at school that you didn't want to share with the family?"

"No not really, unless you count fighting a mountain troll." The grin on Ron's face was obvious even from behind a door.

"A what?!"

"Yup a mountain troll. You see it's a bit of a long story but a friend was trapped in a washroom, well she wasn't a friend yet, but after the mountain troll. We became friends, actually one of my best mates her and um ya, we couldn't leave her alone with it? Could we? Though she did a pretty good job at not getting killed..."

"So let me get this straight, not even one full semester in and you and two friends fought a mountain troll? A full grown adult, mountain troll"

Ron could only grin and answered with a resounding

"Yes"

"I think the family name is in good hands then" Bill said with a proud smile on his face. Who would have guessed that his youngest brother would be so adventurous. He would do great things he could feel it.

A grin spread across Fred's face. He had heard the rumors; this had only confirmed what they had said.

Instantly his expression changed to a frown.

They couldn't let little Ronnie, gain more fame than them, it would just not do. But what could he really get up too? Yes his one best mate was the infamous Harry Potter, but really their other best mate was the straightest line ever. He heard she was brilliant, but completely a rule abiding know it all book worm. His few encounters with her proved it.

Though there had to be a reason she was placed in Gryffindor and not Ravenclaw. Though their pompous brother was also a Gryffindor. Maybe she would be like him. Fred's face skewed up like he bit into a lime.

Only time would tell and that was not time that he wanted to waste dwelling on that. There were pranks to play, maybe on said git of a brother, and also with that, where was his twin? He was being too quiet, usually meant he was up too no good, without him! With that as a final horrid thought, Fred dashed off to ensure that mischief was managed to the high standard that was expected

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He knew the look of trouble and those three definitely wore the look almost everyday these past few weeks. They were up to something, George had sensed it too as he eyed up the three little first years. Harry and Ron and been whispering back and forth with Hermione in the middle, nose deep in a book.

It didn't take long for the three to feel the gaze of the twins.

With a scathing glare, Hermione looked up and snapped the book in front of her shut, grabbed the hands of her friends and pulled them up and out of the common room.

Little did the trio know, that one of the duo had seen what book she had been looking at. Fred was left to ponder why she was reading that particular book and secondly, how she got ahold of it. It was restricted, how did she get ahold of a restricted book?

Maybe she was not as much of a straight edge as they thought.

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Nothing was more unnatural than getting woke up in the middle of the night. Actually why was he being woken up in the middle of the night? The world had yet to be clear from the haze of sleep. Something about Ron, and then it hit him as George gave him an almighty shake

Ron

Ron in the hospital wing, what why was he there?

Apparently no one really wanted to say why, just that since they were family they should know where he was, that he was going to be ok and no word was sent to the Burrow, since they didn't think there was a need to alarm Mrs. Weasley.

No one ever really wanted to alarm her.

When him and George walked into the hospital wing all three of the trio sat on a bed with Mrs Pomfrey fussing around them. All three were paler than they ought to covered in various scratches and bruises; Ron's being the worst of the three. Silently they sat around him, Hermione looked off as if she was in her own little world, if that world was pleasant or hostile was another thing. George beside him was busy examining their younger siblings face for some sort of hint of the stunt that landed him there.

Even he had the sensibility not to get home all out of sorts for nothing.

Fred simply looked up and stared across at the bushy haired girl across him, with a curt nod they acknowledged the other for what they were. He was capable of being serious, (which was rarely seen) and she was capable of not being a straightedge.

Neither ever considered that this was a one off thing.