Well here I am back at the fanfiction. Don't worry I plan on finishing this story!! For the last couple of years I have grown a great appreciation for Fred and George Weasley. So I decided to write my own little story about what "might" have happened that was left out of the book. I do not own any of the characters except the ones I made up of course. I hope you enjoy my story because I enjoy writing it!
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Tinkie
Chapter 1 – The Hogwarts Express
It was the very first day of September. Arriving at King's Cross Station in London was a ritual I have done for the past three years of my life. Looking around the station I see the familiar faces I've come to know all three years of my schooling and all the new faces entering that will be entering a new chapter in their lives. Every year I do the same routine. I stand on the platform, look around at all the loving families – watching them give kisses and hugs…watching them double check their belongings making sure all is right. As I stand and study them I become desolate inside – it's just like clockwork. Sighing I looked down at my watch… it was 10 till. He was still not here. I looked around and caught a glimpse of Angelina saying goodbye to her parents and at that moment I felt a sting of jealousy.
But before I fully get into my story let me begin by introducing myself. My name is Ava Johnson. As you might have guessed I am related to Angelina Johnson – chaser for Gryffindor. She is in entering her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry while I am entering my fourth. Angelina has been my cousin my whole life and she is my closest friend at school. Although being related we looked nothing alike. Angelina has darker skin with straight jet-black hair and smoky dark brown eyes. She is tall and slender with everything going for her. I am a bit lighter in skin tone with wavy brown hair and greenish-silver eyes. Angelina would always joke with me saying that I was left on the doorstep because I didn't look anything like my father. My father was dark and had black hair like Angelina. I resembled my mother except for the eyes--hers were brown. The luck of the draw she used to tell me.
In addition to not looking alike, Angelina and I had extremely different tastes. She was extremely popular and very athletic. Although I have been told I have been the prettier one Angelina never failed at winning over the boys. Every year she seemed to have a new flame while the dating scene was still pretty foreign to me. I have never had sex, never kissed a guy, and what am I saying… I never even went on a real date. My father was very strict when it came to boys. My father had a lot of rules and not dating was highest on the list. So instead of pursuing the opposite sex I kept my mind focused on my schoolwork. Don't get me wrong… I have had my fair share of school romances but none of them lasted more than a couple walks around the lake. I was never allowed into Hogsmeade because my father refused to sign the permission slip. He always said that Hogsmeade was a place children went to waste their lives and their parent's money.
My father always had a strong opinion on how I should govern my life and being the obedient child I never argued. The only time I really heard from my father was when he was lecturing me about being a model witch. My father worked for the Ministry of Magic. He is the head of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad. Because of that he is always busy handling cases that dealt with the misuse of magic. Also my father handles high criminal cases in the ministry. My father aided in the capture of Sirius Black. How do I know this you ask? I know because my father never tired of telling that story. How the magnificent Anthony Johnson helped in capturing the dangerous Sirius Black—the man who murdered 12 muggles and betrayed his only two friends. Even thinking about that story makes me yawn.
At 5 till Angelina and her parents beckon me to come over. Internally I sighed as I walked towards them with a smile on my face. As I walk over, Angelina runs and gives me a warm embrace while her parents look around the station.
"Hello Ava… he's late again I see…" She never missed a beat did she?
"I think late is the incorrect word to use. Lateness implies that one is actually coming," I said cynically as I gave Angelina a hug.
"Oh Ava don't be that way. Maybe this time will be different." Angelina's mom was very naïve when it came to the real world.
"Hey Angie… why don't you and your mother get your things ready while I take Ava to get you two some candy for the train?" Angelina's father said as he put an arm around my shoulder. Angelina and her mother turned to get together our stuff and began to load it on the train. I sighed quietly.
"Thanks Uncle Nick…" He smiled as he walked with me to get a couple pieces of candy.
"No problem Ava…You know I'm always here if you need anything. I know my little brother isn't the smartest person but I know he'll regret not being there as much as he should."
"Don't worry Uncle… I'm used to it by now. His work in the ministry is important to him and I can't complain much. I've always had you and Aunt Alice. I shouldn't be complaining though… I know of many girls who don't even have their father in their life. As little as I see him at least he still gets me everything I need. Every year he gives me new robes and he even bought me an owl for the new school year." Uncle Nick sighed as he pushed strands of hair behind my ear.
"He should be giving you more than that…" He sighed and looked into my eyes. "Sometimes I wish she was still around…"
"You and me both… but I need to work with what I am given." I shrugged as I heard the train whistle signaling the final boarding call. I looked up at my uncle and gave him a peck on the cheek as I started to walk towards the train. When I reached the train I looked back at my aunt and uncle, watching them wave Angelina and I goodbye. I looked around the station one last time before I smiled at the Johnsons and hopped on the train behind Angelina.
As I walked into the train Angelina told me that she needed to go see her quidditch mates real quick before she would join me. This was said at 5 past the hour. Like I said clockwork… I smiled as I walked to find my own compartment in the train. After a couple minutes I was able to find one that was completely empty. I sat down and pulled out a book to read. After an hour past the door to my compartment opened. "Hey Angelina," I said without raising my head from my book.
"Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul, interesting…Hey Ava can I ask a favor?"
Sighing I turned the page. "Yes you and your quidditch friends can hang out in here." Angelina began to giggle.
"How can you do that? You always know what I say before I get a chance to say it! I wish I had that talent. No wonder you're so great at divination." I smirked as I turned the page.
"Divination always came easy to me. But I wouldn't say I have a natural talent for divination as much as I have a knack for observing. I can hear Oliver outside the door recapping the latest quidditch game." Angelina blushed as she laughed.
"You're too much cuz… I promise we wont disturb you too much. This is one of the few compartments that can hold all of us comfortably." I ignored her as I continued to read my book. Quickly the room was filled with the quidditch team. I squeezed myself next to the window allowing them more room to congregate as I continued to read my book.
Suddenly the quidditch captain Oliver Wood settled himself right next to me. I tried to keep concentration on the words in my book but I was failing miserably. I kept stealing sideways glances as the Scottish rogue. I have always fancied Wood ever since I first laid eyes on him in the great Hall. He had gorgeous brown eyes and when he smiled…I swear I heard angels sing. Eventually I stopped reading all together and began listening intently on what the quidditch captain had to say.
"Did ya see how Ireland glided in the air on their brooms? We cannot have any flying mishaps again. Angelina…you need to stop being so ballsy on the broom. You need to have more control and keep the rest of the team in tow. We need to stay together in formation!" I glanced over at Angelina as she rolled her eyes and whispered something in Katie's ear causing Katie to giggle slightly. Seeming to not be paying attention to them, Wood continued. "We also need to let Harry have complete control of the field. Harry is of great concern and we need to make sure he has full visibility and range to catch the snitch. That's why you two need to aim those bludgers more carefully! You almost knocked Harry off his broom during our last match!"
Sitting across from me I heard laughing coming from Fred and George Weasley. Ahh the "Weasley twins." They were the most notorious pranksters in the school. I think I might have said all but two words to those two in all my years at Hogwarts. Angelina was always very close to them and often they were always hanging out in the common room. She met them when she joined the quidditch team and ever since then they have been really good friends. However this year was different. Angelina ended her 5-month relationship with Paul Rogers, a sixth year Hufflepuff and had set her sights on Fred Weasley…whichever of the two in front of me were. I was never good at telling them apart. I often got the impression that every time they introduced themselves to me they were lying about which twin they were.
"Oh Wood come off it," laughed one of the twins. "I had prefect control of the bludger. I knew it wasn't going to hit Harry!"
"Yeah Wood," said the other twin. "George and I are excellent in ball control…" Suddenly Angelina, Katie, and Alicia (the other girl quidditch player) began to giggle uncontrollably while I started to grin.
"Oh sod off you guys! Get your minds out of the gutter! But as I said before… you girls can learn a thing or two from me. Some girls don't know anything about ball control," said Fred winking at the girls. "At least this girl right here is taking steps towards getting good control… after all she's the one reading a book on broken balls." Suddenly I looked up and looked at Fred.
"For your information this is a book about divination… and I have perfect ball control thank you very much." When I said that Angelina let out a huge laugh.
"You? Geez Ava I don't even remember the last time you actually kissed a guy let alone get control of his balls!" Immediately I turned a bright red. I can't believe she just said that! And in front of Oliver no less! She knows how I feel about him. As the room filled with laughter I got up and grabbed my jacket, "Umm I think I'm going to go get something from the trolley… I'll be back." And with that I walked out of the compartment as quickly as I could. I made my way down the hall and turned into the first empty compartment I could find. As I walked in I immediately plopped on the couch with my head in my hands. I took off the coat I was wearing and crumpled it into a ball, put it against my face and screamed as loud as I could. I sighed and felt a bit calm. As I was putting on my jacket I could hear the compartment door opening. I looked up and saw one of the twins.
"Which one are you?" I said as I put on my jacket feeling slightly embarrassed.
"I'm the one with excellent ball control… remember?" Ah… this was Fred. The one Angelina was drooling over for about a couple weeks. "I'm sorry about Angel… she can open her mouth a little too much that one. I can't tell you the number of times I hexed her when she blabbed on some of the tricks George and I pulled." He said chuckling.
I smiled at him and shook my head. "Nah you don't have to apologize to her. I'm used to her outbursts. Shit I've known all my life. Besides you can pick your friends but not your family."
"You two are related?" Fred raised an eyebrow. "You guys don't look anything alike."
"Yeah she's my cousin on my father's side. Our dads are brothers. Anyways…I'm not mad at her. I just needed to get out of there before my whole body turned red." Fred laughed and sat down across from me.
"So your name is…. Eva…. right?" I shook my head no. I wasn't surprised he couldn't remember my name. We never formally introduced ourselves. I knew them because they were the infamous Fred and George Weasley… he knew me only because I was that girl who hung around Angelina.
"It's Ava actually… It's all right many people get it wrong anyways. Most people call me 'Angie's Friend' anyways. Eva is a step up if I do say so myself." Fred chuckled and ran his fingers through his long red hair. I never really liked longer hair on guys. I much preferred short hair like Oliver's. Oh Oliver… I hope he didn't think any less of me after Angelina's outburst… I hope he actually thought of me. I have never talked to him… I only watched him from afar. Angelina told me that I should talk to him but I never got the courage. When I was around Oliver I had butterflies in my stomach and I was never able to talk. When Angelina told me that he was the captain of the quidditch team I made it my business to attend every game Gryffindor played in. After a while I began going to all the games. I developed a liking to the sport. It was nice being able to have something in common with that gorgeous man. As I continued to undress Oliver with my mind I began to forget Fred was even in the room. Finally I was brought back to reality when I heard Fred laughing heartily.
"Where the hell have you been love? Or who have you been with if that sounds like a better question." I shook my head and began to laugh.
"And what makes you think that I was daydreaming about someone? Can you read minds Mr. Weasley?"
"Well…" he said as he looked at me with a devilish stare, "I wouldn't say I have a natural talent for divination as much as I have a knack for observing." I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. That was exactly what I had told Angelina a few minutes earlier. When he saw the look on my face he began to laugh again. "The walls aren't that thick on this train… I could hear you two talking while we were waiting for you to agree letting us in. So like I said before… Who were you daydreaming about?"
"Since when did you care Fred Weasley?"
"Well of course I'm going to care," he said as he leaned back on his seat and but his hands behind his head. "After all it's MY quidditch captain who you are daydreaming about." I looked at him dead in his big green eyes.
"HOW DID YOU KNOW?" Immediately after I saw the look on his face I knew that he didn't know. He was simply just pulling my leg. I felt so stupid letting him know I fancied Oliver. Fred just sat back and laughed.
"Well of course you fancy him. Who doesn't? Half the of girl population at Hogwarts fancy him." Then he gave a look towards me and smiled. "I wouldn't think of him as your type though…"
I scoffed, "And what is my type? You barely even know me. In fact I believe this is the most we've ever spoken to each other. So please Mr. Weasley… what is my type?" Fred seemed to be amused by my response. He sat back smirking slightly. "Well?..." I said, waiting for his brilliant response.
"Well maybe he is your type." He said as he leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees looking into my eyes intently. I sat back trying not to blush. Why was he looking at me like that? It felt like he was trying to stare deep into my soul.
"What are you looking at?" I said cautiously.
He gave me a sideways smile. "I just never noticed the color of your eyes before. I've never seen eyes that silver. It's…"
"…Haunting?" I said, finishing his sentence. I smiled as I remembered my mother. She told me that when I was born my father said my eyes were haunting. My father told me that no one in the family had eyes that color. My mother said I was making a statement when I was born whereas my father thought a bit differently. Then my mind went back to a time when I was younger.
When I was four years old I could hear my mother and father downstairs arguing about me. I had crawled out of bed hearing my mother yelling at my father. I grabbed my stuffed unicorn and slowly walked down the hallway.
"Anthony how dare you accuse me of such things! I love you and that wont change a thing."
"Is it his?"
"It? It? Is that what you call your daughter now? She needs a father and believe it or not you are it! I don't care what you think but Ava is yours!"
"Then why was he here Vanessa? Why was he at the door this morning asking to see her? Tell me you're not still fucking him."
"I've always been faithful to you since we've been married! He was just a school crush nothing more."
"How can you let him be around her? Did you ever think that he could put our lives in jeopardy? What you two had does not look good to the ministry."
"To the ministry? I am your goddamn wife! Who gives a shit what the ministry thinks?"
"I give a shit! When they look at you all they see is his whore!"
I heard a loud slap. "Don't you dare call me that Anthony! Don't you fucking dare. You don't want the whore around then fine. I'm not putting up with your shit! I would rather be his whore than your wife anyways." And with that I heard her running up the stairs as my dad screamed after her.
"Don't you fucking walk away from me Vanessa!"
"Ava?" I looked up and saw Fred looking at me intently. "You went off again. You have a knack for doing that a lot don't you?"
I smiled as I nodded. "Yeah I do a lot. I'm nuts aren't I?" Fred nodded as I punched him in the shoulder.
Fred rubbed his arm. "So where were you this time? Some romantic destination…feeding me grapes while you serenade me?" I rolled my eyes and put my hand in my pocket and pulled out a photo. Fred got up and sat next to me. It was a picture of my mother and I. She was holding me in the air as she was looking into the camera.
"She's beautiful, you look just like her." I scoffed as I looked at Fred.
"Are you flirting with me?"
He smirked and then began to open his mouth to say something when the door opened suddenly. It was Angelina.
"Hey Ava I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to say what I said! You know how I can be sometimes. I never think when I talk. Anyways we need to get changed because we're arriving into Hogwarts soon." Angelina just noticed Fred sitting across from me. As she looked at him she smiled. "Hey Fred. What are you doing in here? I thought you were going to find Ginny?"
He stood up and brushed off his pants. "I am. I'll leave you two." He turned to walk out the door when he stopped and looked back at us. "Unless you'd like me to help you two change. Then I'll be glad to sacrifice my time to help you two lovely ladies." Angelina laughed and punched him in the arm. "Oww Angel… I'm only trying to be a gentleman! I see that I'm not wanted." He turns to me, winks and says, "I'll see you later Ava." And with that he walked out of the compartment.
Angelina immediately turned to me and crossed her arms with one eyebrow raised. "And what was that? Do you two fancy each other? I thought you liked Oliver! But Fred does have his qualities I must say… He is a bad boy…" As she was saying that I could see it in her eyes that she was undressing him with her mind.
I laughed and stood up. "I don't fancy Fred. I don't even know him. Besides why would he go after me? There are plenty of other girls that are his type."
Angelina scoffed. "Well maybe that's the attraction… You're not like those other two bit slags like some of the girls at this school. Maybe he'll be the one that will lead you to the dark side…"
And when she said that I really did laugh. "Dark side? I doubt it. Besides my father would have a heart attack. Anyways… he's all yours. I know you fancy him right?" Angelina smiled as she followed me out the compartment.
"I do fancy him. But I can find someone else to keep my attention if it is Fred you fancy. Don't worry… I'm always looking out for my little cousin."
I chuckled as I grabbed my jacket. "Maybe you can help me snag that quidditch captain… I'm feeling a bit daring." Angelina's eyes widened as she smiled and lightly punched my shoulder.
"No worries. Soon I'll have him eating out of your hands."