I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING RELATED. ALL RIGHTS GO TO JK ROWLING, WARNER BROS AND ANYONE RELATED.

It was a warm, sunny afternoon and a seven month Fred and George Weasley were lying on the floor. They hadn't open their mouths and spoken proper English yet, but they were at least making some kind of noise. Their heads were turned to each other and they were chattering to each other in some kind of unknown gobbledegook. Watching fondly from the kitchen counter, Mrs Weasley turned to her husband.

"Do you reckon they know what each other are saying?" Asked Mrs Weasley.

"I think so," Mr Weasley replied. "They are twins and they're looking at each other as if they understand each other."

Bill and Charlie, two of the twins' eldest brothers, wandered up to their parents hopefully. They were holding a soft colourful ball and smiling.

"Please can we play with the twins?" They asked. "We promise we'll be careful."

Mr and Mrs Weasley smiled and nodded. As they watched the two boys run off to sit with the babies, they noticed Perry, the twins' other older brother wander into the room.

"Are you going to play with them too, Percy?" Asked Mrs Weasley.

Perry shook his head. It wasn't like the babies talked or anything. There was no point. He sat in a corner and began to look at a book, trying to ignore the babbling from the other side of the room. Mrs Weasley was disappointed. She wished Percy would bond with Fred and George like Bill and Charlie had. Maybe when he was older he would.

Suddenly, there was a silence that had come from the corner of the room that was beginning to spread across the whole of the kitchen. Percy looked up from his book and Mrs Weasley stopped chatting about what houses their children would probably be in at Hogwarts.

"Gryffindor, I'm guessing," said Mrs Weasley. "And I bet all five of them will just be as angelic as -" She turned towards the twins.

"What wrong with the babies?" Asked Mrs Weasley, picking up Fred whilst Mr Weasley picked up George.

"It's the most unusual thing," sighed Mr Weasley. "They look fine."

Ever so slowly, Fred began to take a deep, shuddering breath almost as if he was trying to tell everyone something. Suddenly, he reached out and began to grab George.

"G...G...Geor..!"

Mrs Weasley's eyes widened and she suddenly gasped as her mouth dropped open. George... Fred's first word. And such a difficult word too! All of a sudden, George began to wriggle as he leant forwards with his arms stretched towards his twin.

"Fed...!" George babbled. "Fed!"

Mr Weasley smiled. Typical twins. The very first thing they'd say is each other - because that's the first thing they'd remember.