Note: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters nor do I claim to own them ( if I did own them then I would be bloody rich), I wrote this fanfic for the simple enjoyment of writing it, hope you enjoy it =)

"Thunder"

The rain pelted heavily on a glass windowpane, a crack of lightning light up the inside room of an old looking rickety top heavy house to show inside the room two small boys no bigger than the age of 5 sleeping in the same bed. They were curled up next to each other not affected by the rain at all. Their dreams held them safe in their own little worlds.

Thunder boomed quite loudly, above the house with another flash of lightning, this time startling one of the two boys in the bed, he sat bold upright waving red hair out of his eyes and looking wildly around the room. He couldn't see much of anything for the room was too dark but that didn't mean he wasn't scared. He looked over at the other boy who was still asleep next to him, and poked him right in the cheek; nothing happened he just turned over in his sleep. What was he to do now that he was awake and scared?

Another vicious clap of thunder rang over head shaking the old house, the little redheaded boy jumped right out of his skin, lighting illuminated his scared face, eyes wide tears brimming the sides and his skin a ghostly pale, he still sat but brought his knees to his chest, tears slid down his cheeks silently, he began to rock back and forth, singing to himself, a song that his older brother had sung to him so many times before ,

"Hog-o-warts, Hog-o-warts, hoggy warty Hog-o-warts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old or bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

Filling with some interesting stuff"

Thunder clapped again and the little boy jumped again, his sinning stopped as he waited holding his breath for another sound of thunder, but a flash of lighting came instead to make the small boy shut his eyes, that song why wasn't it helping? His older brother said he had learned it at school, his magic school, so shouldn't it be magic the song? Or was it not magic at all? No it had to be magic maybe it was because he didn't finish the song that it wasn't working.

More quietly then a mouse the boy began to sing again still holding his knees to his chest his voice all shaky he sang again not bothering to start from the beginning,

"Now their bare and filled aaannd ffilled with air

Deaaad flies and bitss of fluff,

So teach us ttthhings

Bring back what we've ffffooorrrrggot,

Just do your best,

And learn till ourrrr brains rrroooottt"

Tears had started to streak down his face, nose all runny, the song? What was going wrong with it? When his older brother sun it to him, everything was better, now things didn't seem so well. He looked around the room again, things looked cloudy and foggy from the tears in his eyes, thunder ringed in his ears, making him close his eyes and let out a choking sob. Think of the song, think of the song he told himself.

Just when he had been up for over twenty minutes now and could stand the thunder and lightning no longer and the song his brother taught him wasn't doing it's magical job of making things better, someone as if on cue walked into the room and came beside the bed, scooping him up in their arms.

The little boy wrapped his arms around them as if his life depended on it and said the first thing that came to his mind

"The song didn't work" he sobbed.

"It's okay dearest, Bill will teach it to you another time"

"Why didn't it work?" he still sobbed

"Well you didn't sing it loud enough love"

"I-I'mm sorrrryyy"

"Don't worry its okay, shhhhhhh now now, don't cry"

O~o~O

Fred's eyes slowly fluttered open, he was in his dark room and it was raining out, he thought he had heard thunder and then someone singing a song, but now all he heard was crying and he looked over to his left to see that his brother was crying, a soft voice was trying to calm him down, it was their mothers voice.

Why was his brother crying had it been from the rain and thunder? He scooted closer to listen. Only sobs came from his brother, dimly he could see that his mother was holding him in her arms, he caught words of what they were saying, something about a song and how Bill would have to sing it again. But what was this song if Fred only knew?

"Mommy why is Georgie crying" Fred said in a really quiet voice, he scooted a little bit closer to his mother and brother. It scared him to see his brother crying, when he saw George cry that meant something was wrong with him or that he was in big trouble, but it didn't look like George was in trouble now.

Their mother looked up from the crying George to look at Fred, she smiled softly and unwrapped and arm from George and held it out to Fred who gladly came closer to her snuggling next to her and George, and her arm lay on his shoulder as he looked up at her.

"George doesn't feel well that's all pumpkin"

"Why doesn't he feel well?" Fred asked taking his eyes off his mother and placing them on his brother, whose cry's now reduced to the sounds of sniffles. And he still wouldn't take his head out of his mothers shoulder.

"Just a bit of thunder that's all dear" she said running a hand through his rumpled red hair.

Fred looked from his sniffling brother to his mother and really didn't know what to do. He hadn't known that George had been afraid of thunder. He thought to himself, was he afraid of anything? Not that he could think of at this moment. But that didn't matter all he wanted to do was make his brother feel better. He wanted George to stop crying.

Fred moved closer to George, and put an arm around his shoulders.

"Georgie, "Fred said softly resting his chin on his brother's shoulder.

Slowly Fred's brother turned to him and hugged him tight. Fred felt a little bit better than this, now his brother wasn't crying anymore. Fred hugged him back, he wondered if he let go of George would he start crying again? Fred didn't want his brother to cry again.

Their mother let both of them go and smoothed down their hair, kissed the tops of their heads and laid them down pulling the covers back up over them as she went.

"Fred, take care of George, ok he's your brother" their mother said tucking the last of the blankets in, and kissing the top of George's head, who still clung to Fred like there was no tomorrow.

"Ok Mommy I will " Fred said as he watched his mother walk to the door, George didn't notice she was leaving since his head was in Fred's shoulder, maybe that was a good thing, Fred didn't want him crying again.

"Good night pumpkin" she said leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

"Good night" Fred said just as she disappeared into the hall way.

With that she was gone, and Fred was alone in the dark room once again with his brother, he lay awake listening to the soft taps of the rain on the window, the sound of his brothers slow breathing was making his eyes droopy. Sleep was falling upon him again.

Falling asleep, Fred promised himself, that he would always take care of George, George needed him, so he would be there for him always, he would take care of George just like his mother asked him to, he would take care of George because really that's all he knew.

Fred fell asleep, his brother cuddled next to him; things were going to be alright, he would keep George safe, no matter what.

~O~o~O~

What did you think? This was the first chapter to the Fred and George fanfic I'm working on; I hope to add more to it soon. Really I hope you enjoyed the first part and keep on reading this story as I add more each time. I can't wait to see how the story unfolds.