A/N: So this is being reposted because I've recently gained inspirationfor it. There will be changes, such as the fact that this universe has no Voldemort. He dead bruh. Anyway, check out my tumblr: bree_d_rogue for all the info on my stories.

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Fred held George's hand as he stared out the train window. This action alone told George that his twin was in a fit of terrified nerves. Once they had turned nine, Fred held his hand less because they were big boys. George didn't mind if Fred held his hand or not. He always wanted to be there to comfort Fred in every way possible, as was common with most identical twins. When Fred grabbed his hand, George just shifted to read his potions book with on hand, rather than two. Potions journals and books were the only ones that interested the two, other than Qudditch. They like experimenting and creating things like that.

Most of the ride was spent in their compartment alone. Their three older brothers were catching up with friends in nearby compartments. Every now and then, one of them would look inside to check up on them. Charlie did it the most, being the most protective sibling. He would make excuses, like he left something in there or that their mother asked him to make sure the twins ate their lunch. The latter was most likely the truth. Finally, the train pulled to a stop in Hogsmeade station.

The twins, dressed in their hand-me-down robes, were told good luck by Bill, Percy, and Charlie before heading off to follow Hagrid. The half-giant was a friend of the family, as was a lot of the school staff. Fred and George shared a boat with a kid named Lee Jordan and another silent kid. Lee was jabbering all about the school and how cool it was that they were finally here.

"What house do you think you'll be in?" Lee asked, gaining George's attention after a long ramble.

"Gryffindor." The twins said in unison. Lee was thrown back by that as most people were. George was told more than once that it was creepy when they did that. Of course, that made them do it more often.

"Everyone in our family has been Gryffindor." George explained.

"It's highly unlikely that we would break tradition." Fred finished, shrugging.

"How about you?" George asked. It took a moment for Lee to answer, still amazed at how in sync the twins were.

"I dunno. My mum was a Ravenclaw and my dad was Gryffindor. Neither side has a particular house that's been sorted in the most so really it could be any." Lee said. "Though I'm hoping for Gryffindor."

"What about you?" Fred asked, talking to the silent kid in their group. The kid shrugged. Before Fred could continue with more questions, the boats came to a stop.

They all got off and followed Hagrid up the steps where they met Professor McGonagall. It was her they followed then. She had them wait while she went forward to make sure they were ready for the new first years. During her absence, the group chatted amongst themselves. George felt Fred grab his hand again, not that he blamed the younger twin. He was nervous too. McGonagall came back and gave a speech about the four houses and the process of the sorting, mainly for the muggle-born or raised. George squeezed Fred's hand briefly in encouragement as they walked into the Great Hall. The room was enormous and their sibling's descriptions did not do it justice. George was in awe of the enchanted ceiling and floating candles. He noted the tables arrangement. Slytherin and Gryffindor were next to each other in the middle, a horrible decision, really. Hufflepuff was on the far right next to Gryffindor, leaving Ravenclaw to be next to Slytherin on the far left. There was a good few feet between each table line. Each table line was decorated with the house's colors and giant banners toward the entrance showed each mascot.

"When I call your name, come up and sit on the stool." McGonagall's announcement drew George out of his thoughts. He pouted slight, upset that he missed the hat's song.

One by one, each student went up in alphabetical order by last name. Lee went up when his name was called, giving the twins a shaky smile. The hat shouted Gryffindor after a moment. The kid who shared the boat with them turned out to be named Adrian Pusey and he was sorted into Slytherin. Finally, Fred was called up. George gave Fred's hand one final squeeze before letting go. There was a terrifying five minutes as George waited for the hat to make its decision.

"Gryffindor!"

George breathed out in relief, not even realizing he had been holding his breath for a minute or so. His name was called up and he walked confidently up to the stool and sat. He gave his four brothers a smile as the hat was placed on his head.

'Another Wesley, let's see. I'll have to say..'

"Gryffindor!"

George grinned and hurried down to the cheering table after the hat was taken off. He sat next to Fred who gave him an identical grin. A pang hit George's heart as he wondered what would have happened if they were separated. Not good things, that's for sure. The twins were too close for something like that to happen. George knew for sure that he wouldn't be able to function without Fred. The table magically became laden with food and he shook himself out of his thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking of "what if's" because they would never happen. With that in mind, George started filling his plate with food. He kept an eye on Fred's plate, since Fred had the tendency to skip over vegetables. He didn't want Percy tattling on them, because Bill and Charlie would be ordered to watch their food intake by their mother. That was never fun, with Bill anyway. Bill loved brussels sprouts and carrots, and he wouldn't hesitate on putting those on their plates even when the twins would be forced to eat everything on their plates.

Sure enough, Fred's plate had no vegetables. George was quick to place down some green beans on Fred's plate. That was one of the few choices that Fred would actually eat with no complaints. Fred pouted and George just grinned. Soon the table was filled with conversations.

"None of my parents are magical, so this was quite a surprise." One of the first year boys remarked.

"When do we get our schedules?" Another asked.

"What are the dorms like?"

Fred and George kept a conversation with Lee.

"How many siblings do you guys have?" Lee asked, before shoving a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth.

"Five." Fred said.

"Four brothers and a sister." George said.

"Wow, that's a lot." Lee said with wide eyes. "I'm an only child, but I have a lot of cousins. They go to Durmstrang though."

"Three of our brothers are still here." George said, gesturing towards them where they sat further down with their years.

"Bill is the oldest and he's in seventh year. Charlie is a fifth year." Fred said.

"Percy is a fourth year. You can tell who they are by the red hair and freckles." George finished. "Ron will be a first year in two years, and Ginny will be in three years."

"Do any of them play Qudditch?" Lee asked.

"Not Percy, but basically everyone else. Charlie is a Keeper and Bill is a seeker for the team." George said.

"We will try out next years as beaters."

The conversation went through many subjects and continued through dinner and dessert. Finally, the tables were cleared of all food and Dumbledore went to the podium to speak.

"Welcome, new students and welcome back to the old. Remember, the Forbidden Forest is off limits. Our caretaker, Filch, would like to remind you that Fanged Frisbees and exploding yoyos are banned. A longer list is in his office. This year, we welcome Professor Vance to the Defense position as Professor Gallo has retired." Dumbledore announced. "Now, let us rest for classes began tomorrow. Good night."

"Gryffindor First Years, follow me!" A prefect called out as students began getting up.

They were lead up many flights of moving staircases and to a portrait called the Fat Lady. The password was given, Blood Pops, and they walked into the common room for he first time. All George could of was that he'd never seen so much red and gold in one room before. Even with the loud colors, the room gave off a homey feel. The prefect directed the boys to the staircase to their dorms and the girls to theirs. There were more the prefect said, but George ignored it. All he could think about was going to bed.

Soon enough, they went to their dorms. George changed into his sleepwear and collapsed on to his bed. He was aware enough to note that Fred's bed was next to his before he drifted off into dreamland.

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Fred awoke with a gasp, sitting up instantly. It was a nightmare, he realized. He'd forgotten that he got nightmares whenever he was sleeping in an unfamiliar place. Fred swung his legs over the side of his new bed and walked silently to George's bed. George was sound asleep and snoring slightly. Fred shook his should gently.

"Gee, wake up." Fred whispered. George, ever the light sleeper, jolted awake at the sound of the nickname. It was one Fred only used when he was upset.

"Was goin on?" George slurred, blinking his eyes for clarity.

"I had a nightmare, Gee." Fred said, quietly. George responded by taking Fred's arm and pulling him into bed. Fred snuggled up against George's chests his head under Georges chin. This was a familiar place for Fred to be, one he was in whenever he had nightmares or was sick.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." George mumbled as he fell back asleep. Fred smiled, closing his eyes and following suit.

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The first few months flew by without incident. The twins were top of their classes, even with the occasional prank. Fred and George made it to every Qudditch practice to watch their brothers and became quick friends with Oliver Wood, who was in their year. Lee Jordan was another quick friend. They spent much of their free time in the Library and on the grounds, were they played a lot of games to pass time. What the two didn't know was the fact that someone was watching in the distance.

A sneer graced the mystery boy's face as he watched Fred laughing with George on the grounds. It was all Fred Weasley's fault. That boy made him third in class rankings. It was his fault that he was in the wrong house. It was all because of Fred. Because of that, Fred Weasley will have to pay. One way or another, that boy will regret ver stepping foot in Hogwarts.