yooooo i've been thinking about this story a lot & decided it would be in everyone's best interests if i went back & rewrote the first 6 years of Ash & the twins' friendship b/c i basically skipped out on most of it which is p lame anyway here's the revamped, much longer, quite a bit darker (later on) version of the ash story

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YEAR 0

1 year before HP&TPS

"Percival, Joseph."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Pince, Lucy."

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Pucktof, Ahamed."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Sanchéz, Emily."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Seether, Ashley."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Fred Weasley applauded with the rest as the new Gryffindor joined the table. Of all the new arrivals so far, he found her by far the most interesting. Her hair was thick and chocolate brown, and her eyes were a bright hazel. Other than that, she was fairly normal looking, but she had something. A spark. That was it. Fred looked over at his brother to see that he had noticed it too.

"She's cute."

"Lay off, George. She just sat down. At least wait until pudding."

George grinned.

"Oh, alright."

A few moments silence. Then:

"Can I at least welcome her to Gryffindor?"

"Sure, whatever." Fred was more focused on the mountains of food that had appeared instantly on the table. He looked up after his plate was fully loaded, to see his twin get up, walk around to the other side of the table, and sit down next to the new girl. He watched as George talked to the girl, while piling his plate high with mashed potatoes. George said something that was either funny or flattering, because the girl giggled and blushed slightly. Then, George got up with his plate, and returned to his seat next to Fred.

"So, how'd it go?" Fred asked as his brother sat down.

"Pretty good. I think we have the bases for a strong relationship. Did you know she's American?"

"Is she really?" Fred said, intrigued. "I thought Hogwarts didn't take foreigners."

"Not usually," George replied. "I suppose she must have family here. Lucky for me too," he added. "I reckon I'll be seeing a lot more of her in the near future."

Fred laughed.

"What in the name of Merlin's most aged Y-fronts are you talking about? You just met her!"

"Yeah?" George said with a knowing half-smile. "You'll see."

Fred smirked and returned to his chicken. As he caught sight of Ashley again, he noticed that beneath the usual shock and wonder that most first years experienced in the aftermath of their Sorting, she seemed anxious and uncomfortable. He decided that she was most likely overwhelmed by the school and the journey to it, and that she'd settle in with time. However, he couldn't help but check on her every now and again; after all, it was difficult not knowing anyone on your first day.