A/N: Drabbles: How F&G found out how the Marauders map worked, and how 'Gred' and 'Forge' came to be.
Three super short one-shots about eleven-year-old Fred and George!
I got this idea while doing some research about the map on , I came across
The Marauders map pt. 1
Activating the map-
"What do you think it is?" Fred asked George.
"How am I supposed to know? It seems like just a piece of parchment."
"But why would Filch keep such an old piece of parchment an not write anything on it? It doesn't make sense!" the eleven year old Fred exclaimed.
"Well, I'm going to find out, you in, oh brother o' mine?" George formally asked his brother.
"Of course I am, my most handsome twin," Fred replied.
"Oh, you only call me that because I look like you," George was getting theatrical, and lightly pushed his brother away from him. Fred fake-fell backwards on his bed, his wand on the piece of parchment as he supported himself.
"Oh twin of mine, tell me how I can convince you I mean what I say."
"There is only one thing you can do," George said dramatically.
"Tell me," Fred breathed.
"You… It is almost too hard for me to say, but… You must solemnly swear you are up to nothing good,"
"If I must," Fred closed his eyes and clenched his free hand, like he really didn't want to do this. "I…" his voice faltered slightly.
"What is it, brother, do you not love me?" George requested, turning from his twin so that he wouldn't see the grin on his face.
Fred puffed his chest in indignation. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
Suddenly lines spread from where the tip of Fred's wand lay. He jumped up from the bed, "What the…"
George turned around to find his identical staring at the parchment. "What is it, Fred?"
"It's… it's a map," Fred said in wonder, "And look, we're on it!"
"What?" George moved beside his brother to get a better view.
"Look, there are two little dots labelled Fred and George… It's a map of the castle!"
The Weasley brothers were not easily impressed, but this time they had to admit they were speechless.
Slowly, their heads came up and their eyes locked.
"This," George started.
"Is going to be," Fred continued.
"Wicked," they ended together.