Author's Note: Hello! This is my very first upload to this site, so bare with me here. And with that, I hope you enjoy! :)
The plot will make a lot more sense in later chapters as George reminisces about his past.

I suppose this is slightly AU :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did though! So I can have the pleasure of saying that I own Fred and George 3

Summary: It has always been Fred and George. Never just Fred, nor just George. What happens when George is told none of it was ever real?

Rating: K+

As the World Crashes

Will you tell me it wasn't just a dream?

"Oi, Ickle Georgiekins," a familiar and easily recognizable voice said in a sing-song voice. "Wake up!"

George groaned into his pillow and turned to the side slightly in an attempt to get away from his twin's voice. It was certainly annoying right now, considering George just wanted to sleep at the moment. It was the beginning of summer for Pete's sake! It was certainly the time to catch up on much needed rest.

Fred huffed in annoyance and flung himself on to his half-awake, half- sleeping brother. George let out a slight yelp and his eyes shot open, surprised by the sudden weight that was now crushing him. Of course he should've expected something like this, considering Fred was stubborn and wouldn't quit at something until he got what he wanted.

"Gerrofme," George mumbled, breathing heavily. He tried to push Fred off of him, but with no success. Fred laughed slightly at the feeble struggles of his brother. "Fine, fine! I'm awake! Get off!" George bellowed, pushing Fred rather easily off of him now that he agreed he would wake up. "Prat."

"Hey, hey! Don't be mad at me because you have problems waking up in the morning," Fred teased.

"I don't have problems waking up! Well-" George looked at him straight in the eye as he positioned himself so he was now sitting on the bed, "I suppose I do have a problem with waking up: You."

Fred gave a fake expression of hurt. "Why I never, Georgie."

George rolled his eyes. "What time is it anyways?" He asked as he yawned and stretched his back. It was way too early to be up; the sun had not even risen yet. It had to be at least before six. The Burrow was usually quiet until at least seven when their mother would start her hustle and bustle around the house.

"About 5:45. At least, I think so anyways," Fred informed with a slight shrug. "Is time really important anyways? We've got work to do."

With an incredulous look, George raised a ginger eyebrow at his twin. Certainly he must've gone mad if he actually wanted to do work during the summer break. "Ah, like what dear brother?"

"We've got to prepare our product!" Fred exclaimed, as if it were obvious.

George rolled his eyes again, and leaned back in bed. "We've got all summer," George told him with a reassuring smile. They had all the time in the world to perfect their products. Right now, all George wanted was to sleep. He closed his eyes hoping that Fred would let him go back to sleep.

Fred gave a whimper and George opened his eyes to see Fred was now pouting and giving him the puppy dog eyes. This was his routine in trying to look 'innocent', but of course George wasn't buying it. He closed his eyes again, a smile on his lips. "What happens if we don't, George? What if summer goes by like that?" Fred snapped his fingers, demonstrating how quickly the summer could go for both of them.

"It won't."

Without another word coming from Fred, George wondered if he actually upset him. George opened his eyes to see a rather disappointed Fred. He stifled a laugh, and walked over to his brother and poked him in the chest. "Fine, you git. What do you have planned?" Honestly, George did actually want to work on their products; he always did. It was one of the many things that he and Fred loved to do together and it usually brought him in a good mood.

Instantly, Fred's disappointment evaporated and was immediately replaced with a huge grin. "Get dressed."

Both boys worked for about an hour. The sun had finally risen and both of them were enjoying each other's company. George would occasionally poke or prod Fred while he was researching through Charm's books and would receive a rather humerous glare. Fred would sometimes be making funny faces when George was trying to concentrate on a specific product and he would burst out with the fit of the giggles. Neither of them was ever bored whenever they ever made their products.

"So did you perfect the Puking Pastilles yet?" Fred asked, as he was flipping through notes that they had made previously on them. "It's rather important we don't screw up how much snakeweed we put in there." He grimaced, remember what had happened last time they had both done that. George was puking for days and all Fred could do was comfort him as he watched their mother nurse George back to health. "Don't want that happening again, Georgie."

George made a distasteful face. "How come it's always me that gets hurt or sick when we're testing out our products?"

Fred shrugged with a smile on his lips. "Bad timing?"

"Arse."

"Prat."

Suddenly Fred turned to see Mrs. Weasley as she entered the kitchen where both boys were working on the kitchen table. Fred and George both gave a cheeky smile to their mother. Molly stared at George for a moment, a flash of worry on her face, and then her face went back to normal. He stared at her for a moment, as if she had completely gone mad. He shrugged not knowing why she had done what she did and went back to his work.

"Now, George Weasley, what on earth are you working on?" She asked, walking over to him. "Look at this mess that you have to clean up! I swear you're always making a muck around my house!"

George looked over to Fred, who seemed to be wearing a smirk that said 'Ha-ha-you-have-to-clean-and-I-don't'. "Working on Puking Pastilles; had a couple of kinks with them before so I was just trying to fix it up." He glared at Fred the entire time, as Fred stuck his tongue out playfully at his twin.

"The things that made me have to clean up your sick for four days?"

George nodded sheepishly, a slight blush creeping upon his cheeks. Fred out right laughed at his face; of course it was funny now that he wasn't puking his guts out. Before, it was out-right terrifying.

"Shut-up!" George hissed, embarrassed by the fact that Fred was still laughing at him. There were tears welling up in Fred's eyes as he laughed. Merlin, sometimes he couldn't control himself when he was having these fits.

Molly raised an eyebrow at George, surprised by the sudden out burst. "What was that?"

Fred laughed even louder now- Oh, George's face was priceless! "Nothing mum," George told her. He glared at Fred the entire time, wishing he would just give it a rest. How would he like it if he had to endure days of vomiting because Fred added too much snakeweed? Noticing George's face, Fred sobered up and tried to give a rather apologetic look. It didn't work however, because his face still bore a smirk that pretty much told George 'I'm-not-really-sorry-I-still-think-it's-funny'. George continued to glare at Fred, even though deep-down he wanted to laugh at Fred's attempt at an apology.

"What on earth are you staring at?" Molly asked suddenly, looking back and forth from where George was looking and at George himself. George jumped slightly, forgetting that Mrs. Weasley was indeed in the room with both of them.

Fred looked slightly surprised and actually a little hurt; George on the other hand rolled his eyes. "At Fred of course. Goodness woman, you call yourself our mother."

Molly's face fell at the mention of Fred's name. 'How… how on earth did he know?' She thought vaguely. 'I thought… he was gone…' For a brief moment, a look of pure terror set on her face as she looked at George. This couldn't be happening. Not again. Mrs. Weasley shook her head, as if she was trying to make all the thoughts that were running through her brain fall out of her skull. She set her jaw, glowering at where Fred was supposedly sitting.

Both twins looked at one another. Fred mouthed the words, 'What did I do?' George shrugged in response. In all honesty, he sometimes thought their mother was a bit of a nutter. He still loved her nonetheless. Not really knowing what else to say to either Fred or Mrs. Weasley, he focused his attention back to the Puking Pastilles.

That was of course until a rather loud "ARTHUR" came out of Mrs. Weasley's throat. George jumped slightly at the sudden loud scream. Honest to Merlin, she had a set of lungs. Fred bit his bottom lip nervously, looking back and forth from Mrs. Weasley and George. Maybe if he could leave now…

In the doorway came a very groggy Mr. Weasley seconds later. He opened one eye, examining the kitchen and seeing a very worried Molly. He took an empty seat in between Fred and George, smiling happily at George. "What is it, dear?" Arthur asked as he examined over the items that were on the kitchen table, fairly interested to see what his son was doing.

"He's back."

Wow, that seemed a lot shorter than I thought it would be...
Anyways, please review and tell me how I could make it better! :)