Fred and George Weasley had been inseperable since birth. They shared the same DNA, hair, freckled skin, and the same mischevious pesonality. They shared a special bond that no one else could possibly fathom. This bond ran so deep in their blood that they could basically read each others minds. The twins had a strong brotherly love, that is until one suspiciously hot summer day in their fourth year...

"Wait up Fred!" George called after his twin. Fred was walking right by his brother when he suddenly stopped, as if listening to something, and then as quick as he had stopped he broken in a run to his left. George was quite confused but ran after his brother anyway. George was catching up to Fred but Fred kept running. Where's is he going? George wondered as he slowly caught up to his, now jogging, twin.

George caught up soon, "Where are we going, mate?" It was always 'we', they did eveything together. Well except, you know, take showers together, they had stopped that when they were much younger. Occasionally they would sleep in the same bed if one had a bad dream. It was George that had nightmares the most; his nightmares main subject usually contained Fred being killed or maimed in some awful way. He would wake up sweating and crying, he'd look over at Fred's bed and try to convince himself it was a dream, but the only thing that really helped was being close to Fred.

Fred caught his breath and turned to his brother, "I haven't the slightest idea," he said with the biggest smirk on his face.

George chuckled,"So you made me run up the stupid hill for nothing?" Fred always had a secret agenda, even if it seemed like he was being ridiculous.

"Not exactly," Fred answered.

Secret agenda time, George thought sarcastically in his mind, "Well what are we doing today then?"He murmured under his breath," It's too bloody hot to be doing anything too enjoyable." Fred and George were sweating profusely from their short run up the hill now they both felt like taking a long cool shower. Their hair had also grown considerably longer since school was let out, it stuck to their faces in the humid heat.

"Well," Fred explained,"I was thinking the other day, We haven't really explored past this hill in all our years of living here, so I thought we could look around." Fred and George looked down the barely unexplored side of the hill. George spoke his thoughts, "Freddie, there isnt any shade down that side, I'm pretty sure i'll melt if-"

"-Or get a massive sun burn?" Fred rolled his eyes," Come on George! I just want to look around for an hour or so!" Fred made a face that was supposed to look pleading but he ended up looking like he had swallowed something exceptionally sour.

George sighed, and looked back at the Burrow, which he knew was nice and cool. He was in the middle of his decision when Fred suddenly tackled George.

"Fred!" George yelled as they rolled down the hill towards the unknown part of the meadow.

They rolled quickly down the steep hill. When they reached the bottom they wrestled but Fred ended up on top as usual.

George looked back up to the top of the hill.

"Fred?" George exhaled as Fred rolled off of him to the grass next to him.

"Yes, Georgie?" Fred smiled.

"I hate you," George and Fred laughed and wrestled again, but again Fred pinned him.

Fred panted over George, it had diffenately gotten hotter since they left the Burrow, "Ready for some exploring, Georgie?"

"Ready as i'll ever be," George sighed as Fred got off of him. They stood there for awhile, George had accepted his fate to stay outside in the heat but Fred now looked awkward.

"Whats wrong? I thought you wanted to look around abit."

"I do, I do," Fred repeated to himself quietly.

"So whats the-"

"Shhhhhhh!" Fred cut him off, listening to something George could not hear.

"Dont shhh me!"

"Hush!" He commanded.

It was quiet between the two for a moment.

George sighed, knowing it'd be useless to argue, and began to listen.

He heard something that sounded like water rushing by, but that wasnt possible, there wasnt any ponds or rivers near the burrow.

"Fred where is that noise coming from?"

"I believe it coming from over there," he pointed to the right.

"I believe we should go investigate and hopefully make some mischief along the way?" George said with a smile despite the odd situation.

"As always" Fred walked to George and they began walking towards the noise.

George looked at Fred and they thought the same thought, Wicked.

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