Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
Fred and George- Age Seven.
"Didja get it?" Fred asked eagerly. The mischievous red head was bouncing energetically. He always did this when he was excited, which George found to be rather annoying.
"'Course I did! Charlie didn't even notice," said George, pulling the wand out of his pocket.
"Excellent," said Fred, staring at it. His awe was soon overpowered by his excitement, though, and he grabbed George's arm, "Come on, Ron's just in his room"
The two boys hurried upstairs and knocked loudly on their little brother's door before racing in.
"Rooooonnald!" Fred said, dragging out Ron's name until he spotted him cowering under his bed. After dropping to his knees, Fred dragged him out, and grabbed the wand from George, "Okay, you grab his hand, and I'll say the spell"
"No! I don't wanna!" Ron cried, pulling his hand away. George felt a pang of guilt, which was quickly washed away by the prospect of actually doing an unbreakable vow.
"Come on Ronniekins," said George, "It'll be fun. There'll be pretty lights"
Ron's lower lip quivered, "Nu-uh. There'll be spiders, just like last time. I hate spiders"
George winced at the mention of what he and Fred referred to as "that time Mum nearly hexed our arses off". They'd…accidentally…turned Ron's teddy bear into a giant spider after he'd broken Fred's toy broomstick. It had been an honest mistake--really, they'd been trying to turn it into a acromantula--but their mum didn't believe them.
"If you do this…we'll give you candy," blurted Fred. George looked at him curiously and mouth Candy? Fred shrugged, looking back at George with wide eyes.
But it appeared to have worked, "Candy? Like…like chocolate frogs?"
"Erm, would Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans work?" asked Fred, pulling a small package out of his pocket. Ron pulled a face, and shook his head vehemently. Fred turned to George and hissed, "Do something!"
"Uh, but they're so good!" said George, grabbing the bag out of Fred's hand. He plucked one of the beans out of the bag and popped into his mouth, chewing slowly. As the flavor seeped into his mouth, he continued chewing. Then, as the flavor became recognizable--it was, he would later swear, bogey flavored--he began dry heaving. He spit the disgusting morsel out of his mouth and right on to Ron.
For a moment, as Ron wiped the offending candy off his cheek, he remained silent. Slowly, though, a crafty grin made its way onto his face. George tensed; Ron was not a smart person--honestly, if intelligence was a game of quidditch, Ron would need to catch about thirty snitches before he could even think about beating the average person--but when it came to sweets…well, George didn't put anything past him.
"Give me your entire collection of chocolate frogs," he said, smiling sweetly.
"What collection would that be?" asked Fred, sending George a nervous glance. They'd been collection chocolate frogs since he could remember, taking only one or two at a time. He wasn't actually sure why they saved them, but he'd assumed they were keeping them for a good occasion. Giving them to Ron was not that reason.
"You know what? Forget it," said Fred, "We don't need your help anyways"
"Oh, too bad. I guess Dad'll be in for a surprise when he asks me how my day went," said Ron. George gaped at him; was he honestly threatening them?
"He's only five," Fred whispered to George, "So, when did he become such a conniving little twit?"
"I hate to say it," George whispered back, "But I'm actually sort of proud of the git"
"I heard that," said Ron, nearly singing, "What'll it be?"
"If we give you the frogs, will you still do the spell?" asked Fred.
"Will I die if I do?"
Fred and George exchanged a glance, but Ron was too busy humming some song to himself--presumably happy that he'd beat his brother's for once--that he didn't notice. A slow grin crept across Fred's face.
"No way"
"Okey dokey, then, I'll do it," said Ron, clapping his hands. His face turned solemn, "But you need to give me the chocolate frogs first"
Fred rolled his eyes, leaving the room. A few moments later, he came back, a bag full of chocolate frogs in his hands. He held the bag out to Ron, holding on just a few seconds too long.
"All right, then!" said Ron, giggling. He set the bag down on his bed, and turned to face the twins, "Do whatcha got to do"
"Grab my hand," said George, reaching out. Ron grabbed his hand, and grimaced.
"Why do I have to hold your hand? You aren't going to snog me, are you?"
George snorted, "I could do a lot better than you for a first kiss, git"
"Ready George?" asked Fred, pulling Charlie's wand out of his pocket. He pointed it down at George and Ron, "Put your hand on each other's wrists. That's how the people in the book did it"
George and Ron slid the hands further up, and Fred nodded, "Good"
"Now, do you George Weasley, promise to--" A few thin ropes of silvery light wound their way around the clasped hands, and Fred paused, momentarily distracted.
During that momentary distraction, there was a knock on the door, and their father walked in, "Boys, do you want--"
He stopped dead when he saw the clasped hands, and the light around them. Fred threw the wand under Ron's bed. George tried to tug his hand away, but he couldn't move it.
George was actually glad that it had been his father, and not his mother that caught him. His mother would probably kill them. With their father, they'd probably only get a mild chastising.
"What in bloody hell are you doing!" their father bellowed, tearing Ron's hand from George's. Well. George certainly hadn't expected that, "Do you have any idea how powerful this magic is? Do you have any idea what could have happened to Ron? HE COULD HAVE BLOODY WELL DIED!"
Ron, who'd been rubbing the red mark his father had caused, looked up, "You lied to me!"
"We were only going to make him clean out our room," protested Fred. His father stared at them.
"You were going to perform a spell that forces the one it's cast on to do what you say on threat of death so that Ron would clean your bloody room?" his voice wasn't raised, but there was an underlying threat of punishment in his voice. Neither Fred nor George said a word. This didn't seem to help much.
Their father stormed over to the twins, "Come with me"
"But, dad--"
"COME WITH ME, NOW!" he yelled, grabbing their arms so tightly that Fred swore later that he could feel the bruise forming. George was so surprised by his father's anger--he'd never even raised his voice before--that he couldn't say a word. Instead, he just complied with his father.
As they were pulled away, George could hear the faint sound of Ron cackling, and then, "You really shouldn't have done that!"
Author's note: Reviews would be nice, and supremely appreciated. I'd like to thank Grey Eyed, Louey06, Written Sparks, BloodXLust, and RavenEcho for reviewing the first time around!
