The Other Twin
Disclaimer: I own very little, a few characters here and there, maybe just a word or two for the computer. Is that too much to ask? Would you deprive a young girl those necessities?
A/N: This idea has been toying with me for a while. Everyone looks at them as one, but what if there's more to the story?
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"So what if he asked you to the dance, Alicia? It doesn't matter, I got the better twin."
George woke up abruptly in the apartment he and Fred shared. He never thought correctly after that dream, the dream that came from past.
It really was always Fred first. Everyone thought Fred had all the ideas, but he really wasn't the genius behind all their tricks. Heck, 2 dead people, a werewolf, and a rat really were.
At first when they found it, at the beginning of their fifth year, George felt guilty. It really should have gone to Harry, and anybody with half conscience knew that. Harry really had nothing of sentimental value.
George even went as far as to mention it to Fred to give it to him. But Fred brushed him off with, "Don't be such a prat George. Do you know how much money we could make off of this?"
And besides, Harry couldn't get mad if he didn't know. Truthfully, George regarded him as better than a brother, as a true friend, something he honestly didn't have.
Harry had always laughed at jokes, directed to himself or otherwise. He had always supported their ideas, and taken pride in being "adopted" into the Weasley family, something not many people would have done. But mostly, it was never FredAndGeorge to him. It was Fred, and it was George. He could tell them apart, and he knew the difference.
He began to wonder if Alicia thought of him as an individual, or just a twin. True, they looked a good deal alike, but they weren't identical. Okay, they were but certain things separated them. For instance, George could tell right from wrong.
Fred was always like that. Their parents shrugged it off, saying that Fred was just the dominant type, and George, well, wasn't.
And then, when Harry gave them his Tri-Wizard winnings, George felt unbelievably guilty. It wasn't right to take his father's journal and not even mention it. Of course, they got nearly all their ideas from it. Everything was really laid out for them, but James died before any of the plans could be executed, so tests were never done.
Granted, they'd done more than enough tweaking to make it their own legally, even in the magical world, but George felt guilty. Harry hadn't known what brought his parents together, in fact neither did anyone else.
James was working on new fireworks, and couldn't quite figure out the minor problem to make them duplicate when a Vanishing charm flew at them. Lily accidentally looked at the plans when cleaning the Head Boy and Gril common room.
The most un-nerving thing that George found out, was that James did his work to the fullest, and was productive in classes. Which, Fred hadn't known. He didn't concern himself with James' actual entries, Fred skipped right to the drawings.
"James was talented,"
Fred once said "and he would have wanted his stuff to be produced.""But wouldn't he have wanted to live, to make the stuff under his name?"
"He's a fellow mischief-maker, he wouldn't object!"
Fred had no idea. George thought maybe he would have thumbed through the journal, knowing that James really wasn't as much of a mischief-maker as they thought.
Sirius Black was. He was also the reason George didn't try to give the journal to Harry when Fred wasn't looking. James led an entirely different life from Sirius thought, from really what anyone thought. James wasn't a normal child, he was a Metamorphagus, and he was adopted.
George also knew that Harry would have known all this if James was alive and it killed him to think he was hiding such an interesting life.
A/N 2: Well, what do you think? Does it fit? Tell me, and tell me if I should continue.