~Prologue~

The Weasley family; Mrs. Weasley, Percy, the twins, Ron, and Ginny; were on their yearly journey to Diagon Alley attempting to prepare the kids for yet another year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. As usual Percy had arrogantly stalked off, this time to show off his prefect badge. And as usual the twins had snuck away to make mischief. Everyone in the family knew that they would split up and do their own things while the youngest and their mother obtained the school supplies. It had become a ritual started when their older brothers began school, and now that the twins had been through two years at the school for magic. It had become second nature to sneak around and create mischief, more so then when they were just children. They had learned many things about the uses of magic and about themselves as well. Both of them had learned that they did not feel complete without each other, and yet there was still something missing from them, something they hoped to find in another person, love, acceptance and individuality. They knew they could find it in the alley, after all everything could be found there. Yet no matter how many times the twins came to Diagon Alley, no matter how many stores they searched through, they could not find what they were looking for. So once again, they snuck off to find something they knew they would never find, but who were they to go against rituals?

Not too far down the alley, a young boy was witnessing the magic of Diagon Alley as it unfolded from the archway in opening in front of him. The wonders of the Alley that many had long since become accustomed to were once again brand new in someone's eyes. Everything in this crowded street of new marvels amazed him and made him feel at home, yet in the alley amidst all the cauldrons and broomsticks, he knew something was missing. He felt like a part of him was still out there waiting to be found, waiting to permeate his very being with new emotions. Hoping to find this new piece of himself he set out after his guide. They passed a number of stores, his guide keeping him from rushing in and searching everyone for what he was missing. As they entered the bank, the young boy looked back and vowed to find whatever it was, after all he remembered the same guide saying everything could be found in Diagon Alley.

Going through the motions of looking, the twins had found nothing in any of the stores they had visited. Every year it was the same, look for the part of themselves, disappointment of not finding it, and then the pranks on the family to regain their semi happiness at the others misery. As they dragged their way to the usual meeting place of Flourish and Blotts, a young boy exited Madame Maxine's Robes for Any Occasions, and began looking around for someone. Out of habit the twins looked him over, taking in the malnourished form, short stature, messy black hair, and glasses that looked broken one too many times. But it was the eyes that caused them to gasp as he turned their way and all the eyes met. The emerald eyes captivated them, showing years of mistreatment and abuse, but beyond that where one would expect anger, there was only love and acceptance residing. The twins could not look away from the beauty before them; fear gripped their insides as the notion of the eyes held them to earth flowed into their minds. Finally, the boy blinked and they were released from their trance. Together the twins began to walk toward the young boy, only for the boy to be patted, heavily, on the shoulder by a familiar face, Hagrid the Hogwarts groundskeeper. Sadly they watched him usher the boy away with ice-cream. They watched the boy reluctantly be dragged away, a look of longing as he looked over his shoulder. That look of longing forced Fred and George to stick to the shadows and follow him, allowing them to watch the boy enjoy his ice-cream, finish his shopping, and even get a pet snowy owl. Yet not once did they learn the young boys name or anything about him other than he was raised by a group of ignorant muggles. They would have followed him longer, but their mother had grown impatient with waiting for them and dragged them back to the Burrow.

As the twins returned home, they could tell their family members were unnerved by their grins, which usually did not bode well for the family. Yet no matter how hard the twins tried to hide their happiness, the grins would not go away. When they had seen Hagrid escorting their boy, yes their boy, because for once they were going to be selfish and posses something that no one else in their family would ever have. Anyway, when the boy had finally left their vision they knew that the youth would soon be attending Hogwarts, the items he had shopped for and the friendly groundskeeper guaranteed that. And with the boy at Hogwarts, they knew that it would not be long before he was around them again. Yet all day they daydreamed about the boy, until eventually they noticed his presence had filled them, they were whole and that alone made them not want prank their family. As night drew closer and the family went to bed they were all happy, two with the emerald eyes of one boy dancing in their minds, and the remaining family members glad to have one day with a lack of pranks. And for once the whole family slept with smiles on their faces.

The said green eyed boy was happy with the day's events even if he had to return to the abusive muggle family home. His happiness did not even fade as he was locked in the spare room by his Uncle Vernon with no food for the rest of the week. All that kept running through his head was what had happened. He made his first friend. a humongous one at that, Hagrid. He had learned that he had saved countless families from unnecessary pain, something he was quite use to, though he would have to endure the fame that came with it, something he was not looking forward too. A snowy owl was given to him as his first ever birthday present. And finally, his happy encounter with the redheaded twins. The brief glimpse of their brown eyes showed him emotions he had never known. It was not the usual anger or disgust like the Dursleys held, not the awe shown to him in the pub, and not even the friendliness of Hagrid's eyes. No their eyes showed something that made him ache to be far away from, as he lay in bed he kept replaying that look that had made his heart soared. Basking in the day's aftermath, he fell asleep with a truly peaceful smile plastered on his face for the first time in this hell of a household.