So I've decided to repost the entire story starting with the first chapter because I am a better writer than I used to be. At first, you may only notice small changes but they will gradually get more impactful and I'm going to change the storyline a bit. This is my first long fan fiction and it is about Fred and Angelina throughout their Hogwart years. The first few chapters will be a bit short but eventually will grow longer. Thanks for reading and please review!
(Takes place at the very beginning of 1st year)
"Goodbye mum!" Angelina yelled to her mum out of the train window just as it took off.
She ducked her head back inside the train and looked around the empty compartment she was situated in. It was way too quiet for her taste, so she decided to go search for a different one that actually had other kids in it.
As soon as she stepped foot outside of the compartment she bumped smacked dab into someone and landed right on her bum.
"Oi, mind watching where you step!?" She spat, rubbing her sore backside.
Angelina looked up to see a tall red headed boy, kneeling down to pick up the sweets he had dropped. As he stood, his arms full of soiled candies, he shot her an angry look.
"Why don't YOU watch where you're going next time? Those were all I had!" He snapped.
Angelina took a good look at the boy taking in his bright red hair, dark hazel eyes, and shabby robes. He was a Weasley. She'd never met one before but her father worked closely with Arthur Weasley at the Ministry of Magic, said he was nice but a poor fantasist who would never amount to anything.
Immediately, she cast the boy a sympathetic look and handed him a fistful of coins. "…to get more sweets from the trolley..."
The boy gaped down at his open palm, clearly flabbergasted at the amount of money she'd just crammed into his small hand.
"If you need more money I could—"
"No, no! Thanks but this is more than enough…look, m'sorry for bumping into you and for being so rude about it, I'm George. George Weasley." He stuffed the money in his pocket with his left hand and handed the other out for her to shake. She shook his hand with a smile.
"Nice to meet you George…you know my father knows your father. They both work at the Ministry together…I've never met him but I've heard a lot about him."
"I'll bet you have, a lot of people talk down about us Weasleys…"
"Not everything I've heard about your family is bad. I'm not going to lie, my dad has said some things about your dad that weren't so positive and my mother gossips an awful lot about your family…I don't know what she means by it, but I've heard her and my God mum call you lot traitors."
"And you believe all of it?" George asked, his face falling.
"No. I disagree. I think that those Malfoys we live door to are just getting to there heads. You seem alright to me…and I'm sure your family are alright people too."
The boy smiled. "It's weird you live next to the Malfoys…you really don't seem like the snobby rich pureblood type at all…um what's your name?"
"Angelina Johnson."
"Well Angelina, want to come sit with me and my brother...? After I go catch the Trolley that is?"
She nodded. "Sure," and together they both went off to seek the Trolley.
When they finally made it back to George's compartment with handfuls of licorice wands, pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, and every flavor beans, it was empty. "My brother probably went off to find me," he said taking a seat before he began opening a small packet of every-flavor beans.
"He's not one to just sit around and wait, he probably got bored in here and went to start looking for me...bugger should've listened. See I told him to come with me so we could trick our brother Charlie into giving us a couple sickles to get some more sweets but all he said was that he didn't feel like getting beat up again and stayed in here."
"Sounds smart."
"Funny, usually I'm the one with the good sense."
She laughed a bit. "So…what house do you hope to be sorted into? Everyone in my family who's ever attended Hogwarts were sorted into Slytherin. I'd like to be in Gryffindor, though."
George choked on his chocolate frog and looked at her as though she'd grown two heads. "Your entire family was sorted into Slytherin! I've heard that only the bad witches and wizards go there!"
"Yeah…well my family isn't exactly what you call nice. In fact they're all—" Just then, two boys burst into the compartment laughing madly.
"Fred, where've you been?" George asked.
"With this bloke, met him when I ran into Percy and—"
Angelina, whom was sitting over to the far side of the compartment remained quiet for a time.
She thought she was seeing double as her eyes flickered from George to this new boy who'd came parading in only minutes ago.
"Great Godric, you're—"
"Twins?" The two boys said simultaneously.
"Yes, TWINS." Angelina said loudly, still looking from one to the other.
"Merlin, would you look at that, George!?" the identical redheaded boy called Fred exclaimed sarcastically.
Afterward, Fred realized how rude he sounded and felt a tad bad about it, but the thing was that he wasn't at all trying to be ill mannered; the sarcasm just flowed so casually in his words.
"So. Who's your sharp-witted friend here, brother?"
"This is Angelina, Angelina this is my twin, Fred." George said.
"You don't have to be such a twit about it…. I've never seen twins before." Angelina told Fred, ignoring whatever George was saying at the moment.
"Well then, forgive me your highness, for behaving in such an inappropriate manner." Fred bowed to her mockingly.
"I've just met you and your already acting like a git…says a lot about you." she rolled her eyes and sat herself back down, this time she was seated much closer to the small, dreadlocked, dark-skinned boy who'd come in with Fred.
He gave a small cough and she turned to him and it dawned upon her right then that he had probably been waiting for her to introduce herself this whole time.
Flashing a small apologetic smirk she said, "I am so sorry…I was just so preoccupied with that bickering fool," she shot Fred a glare and he rolled his eyes and sat down to start gorging himself with his brothers sweets, "that I didn't even notice you were waiting for me to say something to y—"
Without any words, without any hesitation, the handsome black boy took grasp of her hand and kissed it, much to her surprise.
"Apologies are unnecessary here, fair lady…lets just get right to the introductions…I'm Lee Jordan. And may I ask who you are, my stunning sweet?"
Angelina blushed and hurriedly wiped her hand off on her clothes. "Uh—Angelina-Johnson," she told him as he waggled his eyebrows at her.
"Don't mind Lee," Fred said through a mouth full of chocolate frog. "He says the same thing to all the pretty girls…which is weird because he's saying to you."
Angelina turned a disgusted face to Fred, "It's very impolite to eat like that." She cringed as his mouth attacked a marshmallow bug.
"Do you even plan to do any learning or are you just going to chastise me the remainder of our years together at Hogwarts?"
Angelina gave him a snide look but said nothing.
"So," Fred turned back to his brother. "I want to know where you got every last piece of this."
"Every last piece of what?"
"The candy, dimwit, where in bloody hell did you get all of it? Mum didn't give us any money, they aren't the homemade ones she usually makes, and I know you didn't fool Charlie with the old 'I spilled my sweets' trick."
"Actually, I did spill them…all over the floor when we ran into each other." Geoge said, gesturing to Angelina. "She gave me the money to replace them."
Fred grinned hard at his brother as if he'd hit the jackpot before stuffing a gummy rat into his mouth and slurping the candy tail up through his lips.
Angelina was so disturbingly fascinated by the boy's eating habits that she had almost forgotten how to speak.
As Lee put an arm around her and George and Fred had decided to start up a pumpkin pasties eating contest, she could tell that this was going to be a very long trip indeed.
An hour later, Fred and George were moaning miserably after they'd each downed their last pumpkin pasty and rubbed their stomachs simultaneously.
"I warned you two to stop after the 8th one so don't even look at me." Lee said, laughing.
"Well, I warned the both of you after the 1st so you really shouldn't blame me...it was a bad idea to begin with and if you both would've stopped and thought a little you wouldn't be sick to your stomachs and ready to barf, right now." Angelina told them, crossing her hands over her chest.
"Well, mum," Fred said. "Next time we try to pull such a stupid stunt just give us a good scolding."
For the umpteenth time she was here, Angelina rolled her eyes and once again pried Lee's arm from around her shoulder, scooting nearer to the window.
One of the twins let out a foul burp and she cringed.
"What is with you guys' manners? I mean didn't your mother ever tell you not to do such grotesque things in public?"
"Actually she did, several times in fact...we just never chose to listen." George told her, chuckling.
"Err-Angela…" Fred started.
"Angelina." She corrected quickly.
"Angelina," Fred stood and plopped himself down between her and Lee.
"Since I know you'll get offended I'll start off by saying no offense."
She nodded her head and he continued. "But...you're way too uptight. About everything in fact and I think you should be more...free. After all, you're an 11 year old kid, not a housewife or a mum."
"Are you kidding? You don't even know my name!?"
"I know that you're a rich snob who, until now, have lived right under mommy and daddy's noses, doing everything they say."
Angelina shot George a look. "You told him about me?"
"He's my twin! He'd find out sooner or later!"
Angelina threw up her hands in utter frustration.
"Well none of it is my fault. I didn't ask to be a pureblood or be well off. And what did you expect with my upbringing? All I've every been taught is to wear dresses and be prim and proper."
All the boys gasped.
"Well not I pity you even more." Fred said.
"That's ghastly. You poor thing, you need some reprogramming." Lee told her, frowning deeply.
"Why?" She questioned a bit confusedly.
"Listen, do you want people to push you around, underestimate you just because your girly and polite?" Fred asked her, seriously.
"No. Of course not, I want to be respected."
"You will be if you just stick with us." Lee said.
"Well, if you're going to hang with us boys, then its mandatory that we teach you not to be that but...to be one of us. So how's that sound?"
She smiled, though still a bit unsure of herself. "Great."
Fred then put his arm around her shoulder (to Lee's displeasure) and smirked. "So then we'll start with the mental stuff, you know what you like, tell us stuff about you...do you like shopping, doing your nails, that type of stuff...and if you don't have you ever?"
"Nope," she laughed, looking down at her hands. "I find it quite tedious…but I have always had a thing for flying. I love quidditch but my mum doesn't want me to play. I'm like to cook too, my house elves taught me a little and when I visited my grand mum she taught me a bit."
"Good." Fred said with a satisfied smirk. "Now what about the physical stuff, stuff people can actually see...I mean are you comfortable burping and chewing with your mouth open in public."
"Well not when I'm with my family or around any of their friends, that's for certain. But usually it's ok for me to do that stuff when I'm all by myself." She replied, honestly.
"Wonderful, well let me tell you here when you're with us I promise you won't have to worry about us judging you or anything...I mean unless you show up wearing a frilly pink dress to class one day—"
"It won't happen. EVER." Angelina said immediately, cutting him off.
"Ok then…now for the final step, you must burp. Do it as loudly as you can."
"Doesn't seem too hard, let me try." She asked eagerly.
George reached into his pile of sweets, fished out a warm bottle of butter beer, and tossed it to her.
Angelina reached up and caught it without even moving from her seat.
"Well…here goes…" She took a long sip and after a few seconds a nasty burp echoed from within her throat.
"That was great." Lee chuckled.
"I think we're going to be great friends." George said, snickering across from her.
"Yes, this is the start of a beautiful friendship...Angie." Fred said through his uproarious laughter.
"The best, Fred, the best." Angelina replied through her uncontrollable fits of laughter.
