DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or its characters (I wish…). Only the plot is my doing.

This is my first fic, so please review, review, but not too harsh…thanks!

"Bye Fred! Bye George! Please behave at school!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, as the Hogwarts Express moved out of the station.

Fred and George waved at their mother through an open window, until she was gone from their sight.

"She wishes." Fred muttered and George grinned.

He would never have admitted it to his brother, but he was nervous about going to Hogwarts. Of course it would be exciting and they'd make new friends. But it was a world George didn't know.

Well, at least I'm not alone.

George looked at his twin brother, who looked around excitedly.

"So, should we find an empty compartment then or what, twin?" Fred asked.

"You've read my mind, sibling." George answered and the two of them dragged their heavy trunks through the bright red train, looking for an empty compartment. They weren't lucky until they got to the end of the train. There was only one person sitting in the compartment. It was a boy, who seemed to be their age. He had dark skin and his almost black eyes looked at them nervously.

"Well hello there!" Fred greeted him brightly. "Are these seats still free?"

"Er…yeah." The boy answered, eyeing the twins with interest.

"Oh, I beg your pardon!" George cried and let go of his trunk. "How very rude of us to not introduce ourselves. May I start?" he asked his brother.

Fred closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he nodded.

"Alright, you may. But only this once." He said dramatically.

"I'm George Weasley and this here, would you believe it or not is my brother Fred." George said.

Fred looked at him with a hurt expression on his freckled face.

"What is the meaning if this? I allowed you to introduce you first! Not the both of us! George, I am very, I repeat very, disappointed in your actions."

"I cannot tell you how much I regret it. Please, dear twin, accept my deepest apology." George said and got onto his knees in front of his brother, who turned his head.

"No. not this time. You simply hurt me too much. I can't go on leading a relationship like this. It's over George. I'm sorry."

The other boy was grinning form ear to ear, clearly enjoying their dramatic performance.

"What is this I see?" George said and got to his feet.

"Could this possibly be someone, who understands our humour?" Fred asked.

"Who wouldn't? That was priceless!" the boy exclaimed.

"Why thank you!" the twins said in unison.

"I'm Lee Jordan." The boy said, still grinning.

"Very pleased to meet you." Fred said and sat down.

"Please, please, the pleasure is all mine." Lee said and the twins beamed.

"Finally, a worthy one!" George said.

"So, this is your first year at Hogwarts as well, is it?" Fred asked.

"Yeah. I'm really looking forward to it. So are my parents. They couldn't wait to have me out of the house. I tend to … well get on people's nerves." Lee said.

"Welcome to the club!" George cried and they laughed.

"Yeah." Fred sighed, sprawling over the seat. "Just think of all the mischief, that is waiting to be done in a place like Hogwarts. I mean, it's huge! Or so our brothers say. The opportunities.." he didn't continue speaking, but there was no need to do so.

George's and Lee's faces were gleaming at the thought and they all needed a moment to recover from the overwhelming pictures, which were now anchored in their brains.

"So, which house d'you reckon you'll be in?" Lee asked eagerly.

The twins looked at each other.

"Well, we cannot be certain, of course. But our three brothers are all in Gryffindor." Fred said.

"And we're keeping our hopes up, that we'll follow." George added.

"Yeah, I hope I'll get into Gryffindor, too." Lee said, nodding.

"Well, if I land in Slytherin, I'll stab myself with my wand or a candle." George muttered.

"Hear, hear!" Fred exclaimed. "It would just be too embarrassing, being in Slytherin."

"Wisely spoken." A voice from the door of the compartment came.

The three boys whirled around to find a girl standing there.

She was very tan and her hair was pulled back in a pony tail.

"Can we help you, fair lady?" Fred asked.

The girl giggled and eyed him curiously. George rolled his eyes at Lee, who grinned.

"I was wondering, if there was still room in this compartment." She answered.

"Why of course there is." Fred said.

She smiled and dragged her trunk through the doors.

Turning around to face them all, she said beamingly:

"Hello everyone! I'm Angelina."

Their ride to Hogwarts was entertaining, to say the least. Angelina talked most of the time and seemed to have been blessed with a good portion of humour herself. Then a lady with a food trolley came down the train and stopped in front of their compartment. George and Fred didn't have any money, but Angelina and Lee bought a lot of sweets and without saying anything dumped them in a heap onto the floor and told the twins to dig in, which they did happily.

When they arrived at the Hogwarts station, they were collected by the largest man George had ever seen. His face was obscured by a beard, but he had kind eyes.

They rowed across a lake in small boats and soon they could see the castle.

George found for a second that he couldn't breathe. The castle was more impressive, than George had ever dreamed. Light gleamed from its many windows and its towers rose high into the darkening sky.

George found Fred having a similar stupid expression on his face, as he gazed at the school.

George found his heart beat quickening, as he thought about the sorting.

How would they be sorted? What if Fred ended up in Gryffindor and he in Slytherin? George shuddered. Better not think about that.

As they got out of the boat, George stumbled over the hem of his robe and stepped onto someone's foot. The person gave a yelp.

"Sorry!" he said, turning around to see whom he had injured.

It was a girl with long silver blonde hair and huge grey eyes, which were glaring at him.

"Can't you watch where you're going?" she snapped, here hands on her hips.

"I said I was sorry." George retorted alarmed.

The girl gave an arrogant noise and walked away from him, her head held high.

A bit too high. She hadn't gone four steps when she tripped over a root and fell.

George couldn't help. He laughed. Very loud.

The girl got up and smoothed down her robes. She whirled around to see George laughing at her and her eyes gleamed with anger.

"Stop laughing!" she hissed. George didn't feel like doing her a favour, but Fred was tugging at his arm as the students moved towards the castle. So George shrugged and left her standing there, still glaring at him.

They were standing in the great hall, the eyes of hundreds of students on them, as they were waiting to be sorted into the houses.

George thought his heart might burst in anticipation and he clenched and unclenched his fists nervously. He looked at his brother, who was stepping from foot to foot. Next to him Angelina was biting her lip nervously.

"Now, when I call out your name you will come forward and sit on this chair and I will place this hat on your heads. It will sort you into your houses." The teacher, who had brought them in said loudly.

Not as bad as I thought. At least we don't have to wrestle a troll or something.

"Bones, Theodore."

A skinny blonde boy stepped forward, very green in the face and George prayed, that he wouldn't vomit onto the hat in front of the entire school. It wasn't a fair start for anyone.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat called and the table to George's right cheered, as the boy moved towards it with an expression of utter relief on his face.

"Davies, Roger."

A rather pompous looking boy stepped forwards, his head held high. He heard one or two girls behind him sigh and had to suppress a snort of disgust.

"RAVENCLAW!" The table to his left erupted into cheers.

"Flint, Marcus."

A very stout boy walked forwards, his head bowed and his shoulders sagging.

George grinned and Fred turned towards his brother:

"He looks like the Hunchback of Notre Dame." He whispered and they both sniggered.

"SLYHTEIRN!" The table at the left corner cheered as Marcus Flint walked into their direction.

"Johnson, Angelina."

George looked at Angelina, who took a deep breath and walked forward, trying not to look nervous.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The table in the right corner erupted into cheers as Angelina seemed to almost float away with relief.

George sighed and looked around. He was bored. How nervous he was, this was taking entirely too long.

He grinned at his brother as Lee was sorted into Gryffindor as well.

"Spinnet, Alicia."

He heard a sharp intake of breath and looked behind. It was the girl from the lake. She walked past him, bumping into him rather hard and she smirked slightly before sitting on the chair.

"I bet she winds up in Slytherin." George muttered to his brother, rubbing his shoulder.

But almost as soon as the hat had touched her head it roared:

"GRYFFINDOR!" George groaned and his brother sniggered.

"Weasley, Frederick."

"Good luck." George whispered, as his brother walked towards the teacher.

"GRYFFINDOR!" George released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and grinned at his brother.

"Weasley, George."

George swallowed hard. Oh god. He sat down on the chair and the hat was placed on his head.

"And another Weasley? By the rate you're going this school will soon be overpopulated by you." a voice in his head said.

"Well anyway, not much different from the other one. So I'll guess it'll be…

"GRYFFINDOR!" George felt relief wash over him as he walked over to the table ad sat down beside his brother.

"Well, that wasn't so bad." Fred said as "Zabini, Celeste" was sorted at once into Slytherin.

"Yeah." George agreed, but he was so relieved he hadn't ended up in Slytherin, he didn't really know what he was agreeing to.

He looked at the person sitting opposite him and his mood darkened slightly.

It was the arrogant blonde girl. She seemed to be just as unhappy about him sitting opposite her as he was.

As the feast continued, George found, that he was very lucky to be in a class with Lee and Angelina, who seemed to be as crazy as he and Fred were.

They were discussing Quidditch very animatedly, when Angelina said:

"The Montrose Magpies won the World Cup for the 32nd time this year."

George's head shot up from his meal and he'd opened his mouth to correct her when:

"No, they didn't. They won the World Cup for the 33rd time."

George looked up to see, that the blonde girl had said it. He stared at her.

She glanced at him and lifted an eyebrow.

"What?" she asked coolly.

"Nothing." George mumbled and quickly gazed at his dinner again.

"So you're into Quidditch, then?" Angelina asked the girl.

"Definitely. I've been playing it since I was six." She answered.

"What position?"

"Chaser."

"Really? Me, too! I'm Angelina, by the way."

"Alicia. Nice to meet you."

George snorted in disgust.

Yeah, NOW she's nice.

"So, which team do you support?" Fred asked Alicia.

"The Falmouth Falcons."

George's head snapped up.

"What? The Falmouth Falcons? But they're…they're like animals!" he exclaimed.

"No, they're not!" Alicia retorted angrily.

"Yeah they are! I mean look at Kevin and Karl Broadmoor!"

"So what? They play rough. Why shouldn't they?" Alicia said.

"That's not rough, that's evil!" George yelled and several people stared.

"No, it's not! At least they do something, not like the Chudley Canons."

George's neck grew hot and he glared at her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"They suck!" Alicia exclaimed.

George thought he would loose it right then but Fred cut in.

"Er…could you two please stop yelling at each other? You can do that when there aren't about 600 people around." He muttered.

Both Alicia and George opened their mouths to report, but then realized that Fred was probably right. They continued to glare at each other nevertheless.

George started to punish his food to keep him from shouting again and he thought:

I will never ever become friends with this girl… EVER!

Well, that was Chapter 1!

You obviously realized that I started from their first year at Hogwarts.

But in the next Chapter I'll skip to their fourth year, just so you don't get too confused.

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(All the Quidditch talk is from "Quidditch through the Ages" by JKR.)