Fred slowly stirred in his bed, waking up from the slumber he was in. His mouth was dry and he felt like if he didn't get a drink soon he might dry up completly.

He glanced at the battered clock on his windowsill. 2:38 AM. He groaned. Was a drink of water really worth leaving the warmth and comfort of his bed.

But he really was thirsty. Taking care not to wake George, he quietly slipped out of his bed and slowly went down the stairs to the kitchen. He was surprised, however, to see that the kitchen was not empty.

Harry Potter was sitting at their kitchen table, slumped over a mug of hot tea, staring at the grain wood table top. He was still looking far too bony, but he had seemed to have gained a few pounds since they had rescued him from tge Dursleys. His green eyes were clouded over, and he looked completly lost in thought.

"Harry?" Fred asked in surprise.

Harry jolted up, nearly knocking over his tea. He relaxed a little bit when he saw who it was. "Oh. Hey." He said, inclining his head slightly before looking back at the table.

"What are you doing up?" Fred questioned, grabbing a glass and filling with water from the tap.

Harry shrugged. "Couldn't sleep." He said with a half-smile. "Thought I'd make some tea." He gestured vaugely to the mug and teapot in front of him. "Would you like some?"

"Nah." Fred said, taking a sip out of his glass. "I think I'm just gonna go back to bed."

"Okay." Said Harry, cradling his mug in his mug in his hands. "Goodnight, Fred."

"Goodnight."

Fred was halfway up the stairs to his bedroom before his brain registered what Harry had said.

He bolted back down the stairs and threw open the door, staring at Harry in shock.

Harry quickly looked up. "Er... you okay?" He asked uncertianly.

Fred looked at Harry, still slightly shocked. "...You called me 'Fred'." He finally said slowly.

Harry looked very confused. "Yeah, it's your name. What else would I call you?"

"No, I mean..." Fred said, rubbing his face. "You could tell that I was Fred, and not George."

Harry looked surprised. "Of course I could." He said, as if ir was the most obvious thing in the world. "You don't have as many freckles as George does, and his nose is a bit smaller than yours. It's quite easy to tell you apart, really, if you're looking." He grabbed his mug and stood up. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight, Fred."

Harry went upstairs, leaving Fred rooted to the spot, completly confused. His own family, even his mother, had never been able to tell him and George apart, and this speccy, scrawny friend of his brothers had not only been able to do it, but do it quite easily.

He sat back down at the kitchen table, feeling strangely touched.

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Yeah, I don't know... I had already finished my marauder chapter, but I wanted to write something cause I was bored, so I sat down and wrote this little drabble in fifteen minutes.But I've always had this headcanon that Harry is always easily able to tell the twins apart, so I've wanted to do something like this for a while. Hope you enjoy!