~Chapter one~

Nestled in an old house that looked as if it was once and old swine house, in one of the additions held up by magic, on the fifth floor, there is a room. Upon entering the room, you may be confused as to why there would be a warehouse in this home, but like most wizarding homes, everything is not as it seems. While the walls, floor, and ceiling were an unusual shade of brown that matched the boxes that crammed the room. The whole room was home to the biggest pranksters of the age. In their room covered in boxes and tables full of experiments, one could find a bed. While the queen sized bed is the same color as the room around it, you could notice the occasional hint of pale flesh, or red hair of the two bodies that resided there. Slowly one of the two shapes shifted; as the boy awoke his eye was drawn to the only window in the whole room. As the sun rose its light filtered through said window until it came to rest on the two twins.

The boy slowly got out of bed and looked for the clock hidden in the room, wishing he had not even bothered. "Uh five o'clock, guess sleeps out of the question for the rest of the morning," the twin, George, mumbled and dragged himself to the window. This little pane of glass had always been his favorite part of the cramped little room; it led out from the chaos of their home out into the peaceful serenity of the marsh outside. Now it had a new addition to make it loved even more than just an escape, a small little tree that their father brought home.

~I'm the first flashback page break. I control time~

"Molly, look at this!" shouted our exuberant father, "it's a plant those muggles are so fond of! And look how small it is! I wonder how they do it!" Knowing that he would not stop his incessant chatter until the whole family had seen it; I turned to look at the miniature tree my father held. Something about the tree called to me, maybe it was the short stature, maybe the hue of the leaves that matched someone's eyes, or maybe just the way it looked like it needed attention, whatever it was, I had to have it. With one look I could tell my twin was having the same thought, and soon we started begging for the little plant. As soon as our family was over the shock of us actually begging, and realized we would not "shut the bloody hell up" as our younger brother put it, we were allowed to make the tree a new resident in our bedroom. However, in our excitement we did not here everything our father yelled about taking care of the "bonsai tree.

~back to normal time~

Lonely, why is the bed so lonely. Uh don't wanna get up, uh where's Forge? Cracking my eyes I see my twin running a caring hand over the newest addition to our bland little room. "George," I said, laughing as I saw him jump, "stop messing with the plant. With all the attention it's been getting, it's going to die of over nourishment. Plus we have to go downstairs, unless you want mom coming up wondering if we want to miss the train," I knew I won by the fear in his eyes. It used to be so hard to get him to leave the room. "Our solitude" he called it, me I still wonder what solitude truly is. In our home there was always a pesky sibling trying to spy on us, or mum trying to blame us for ickie Ronnie's misdeeds. I mean we only ever did one truly bad thing, maybe two or three. But anyways, I stretch sluggishly instantly gaining George's attention, and then sadly forced my other half to follow my lead. Slowly we got dressed and lugged our trunks to join the family waiting for us downstairs. Hours later the family was once again on the move, this time to a familiar Kings Cross for another annual tradition of Platform Nine and three quarters. A stranger may have laughed at the scene at the station as one mother ranted about random muggles, closely followed by a pack of redheads all mumbling "yes mum" as they headed toward a blank stretch of wall. Sadly though there was only one person watching them, a very confused eleven year old.

~I am a Facebook page break. I spread your life to all~

Harry woke at five o'clock to happy to sleep, yet that excitement was zapped when he realized he had no idea how to get onto the specified platform. "Packed with muggles, of course," was the only sound reaching his fearful brain. He quickly turned to the source, surely that person will help him, after all the voice sounded so kind. The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, two of which were very familiar. Heart hammering, Harry remembered where those two were from; it wasn't hard when they had been in his mind for so many weeks. Slowly he watched as the two smile at the plump woman and then disappeared into thin air. Only with their disappearance did his mind finally clear, never once realizing how their smiles had forced one onto his own face. Timidly he walked up to the woman who showed him how to enter the platform. Turning to thank her, he saw her busy with her family. In fact everywhere the young boy looked there were children of all ages being hugged by their families. Breathing deeply Harry shuffled onto the train and pushed his trunk up into the storage area. He didn't have a caring family, but he was ready to start this new chapter of his life. Bring it on.

~I am a train page break. I think I can I think I can~

George sighed and left his twin and best friend in the compartment behind him. No matter how hard he tried, he could not help but worry for his youngest brother. It was his first time on the train, and he knew no one, that in alone freaked the twin out. So slowly George walked toward the compartment he left his brother in alone. Reaching the compartment he saw his brother, Ronald, talking to a familiar shag of black hair. Sliding up against the wall he started the familiar task of ease dropping. Maybe I can learn more about this little vixen.

"…And until Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort." George winced at the name, but thankfully the noise was swallowed up by his brother's gasp.

"What?" the young boy asked.

"You said You-Know-Who's name!" said a shocked and impressed Ron. "I'd have thought you, of all people-" only to be interrupted by the boy. However, George was not listening anymore. What did his brother mean you of all people? And the boy talked of his parents and You-Know-Who together? Finally, the twin looked in the window, curious to fit the pieces of the puzzle together, only to be shocked at what he saw.

He quickly returned to his compartment, and Lee's questions as to why he was pail. Now ten minutes later Fred convinced Lee to chat up some girl who had walked by, reminding him that girls do not like tarantulas. As soon as he was out of sight Fred closed the shade and jumped on his twin pinning him underneath him and let the anger course through his body. There had never been anything they hid from each other before. "Now tell me what is wrong," Fred growled, "and the truth, I can tell when you lie."

"Fred," the pail red head started shakily. Uh oh, he's about to cry crap what do I do. But before Fred could do anything he started again, "the boy. The boy, he's Harry Potter."

"WHAT?' Fred screamed, who cared if anyone heard me.

"I went to check on Ron and saw him there, so I ease-dropped on their conversation. They said something about his parents and You-Know-Who so I was curious about what they were talking about. When I peaked around the window I saw his scar."

Could it be? Could he really be him? How? Sure we had seen the paper saying that Harry Potter was coming to school, but they had no picture or descriptions. Slowly Fred rose to check for himself. It took ages to reach Ron's compartment. Great timing too, the food trolley was there so He could use that as a getaway if needed. Then Ron spotted his brother.
"Hey Fred," he called waving then pointing to the familiar boy in front of him, "Meet my new friend Harry Potter."

That one sentence crushed the twin; he hardly remember shaking the black haired boys hand and making a joke before heading back to the other compartment. Thankfully it was empty allowing the twins to grieve in each other's arms. Sorrow filled them, they were broken, unfixable, all thanks to fame. No one would let "The Boy Who Lived" be gay, or in a relationship with two twins especially ones of such low social standing as our family was. All thanks to fame the two had forever lost a part of themselves. And unknown to any of the boys, dead leaves fell to a windowsill back in the twins little room.

~I'm a movie page break, I am a distraction to writers~

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty.

But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat my hat if you can find a smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black, your top hats sleek and tall, for I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat and I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head the Sorting Hat can't see, so try me on and I will tell you where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave of heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin you'll make your real friend, those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) for I'm a Thinking Cap!"

~I'm the sorting hat page break, listen closely~

The whole hale burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables.

George nodded and turned from Professor McGonagall putting the hat onto the first students head. "Sounded like the hat was trying to tell us to 'not judge on what' we see, and trying to remind us about our true Gryffindor selves. But what does he mean Gred?"

Fred seemed to think for a moment, trying to think of the last few days and when the two could have made assumptions based only on a sight, but only one came to mind. "Harry," George said looking at the boy in the line of waiting first years. The boy stood out from all the other icky firsties, with his emerald eyes and shocking black mop of hair. Yet it was his frame that truly stood out, he was an inch or two shorter and looked sickly skinny to those who truly looked. Yet only four pairs of eyes were on him. They noticed where a minute ago the boy had looked terrified; he now looked relieved yet slightly cautious. With one look both twins could tell they had been rash that this boy would be spoilt, especially if the looks he gave at the Slytherin table where any indication. But before the twins could share their sentiments, his name was called and the whole hall fell silent. Then just as quickly the chatter restarted tenfold.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?"

The last thing they all saw was his fearful look at the hall as the hat was placed over his head and his sorting began, leaving the whole school breathless in anticipation. George grabbed Fred's hand under the table and locked fingers in a luck position. After a few minutes and the hat had still not given its verdict the twins began to get nervous, what if he ended up in a different house. WHAT IF HE WAS A SLYTHRIN. Both twins shuddered and then jolted with the whole hall when the hat accidently spoke the private debate it had with every student.

"Hmm," the hat mumbled, taking even Dumbledore by surprise. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. And you are dedicated already to those you barely know. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting…. So where shall I put you?" After a short pause the hat started again. "Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and it could help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that – no? HAHAHA I like you Mr. Potter, Your mind is quite interesting to say the least. One so pure out of such misery, others have turned evil from far less. Yes I am talking about, oh? So you didn't know, well I wish I could go help child. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I can't thrash anyone Mr. Potter, but I will help you when I can. Until then you will enjoy being in GRYFINDOR."

The previous confusion forgotten, the whole hall burst into cheers. The excitement that flooded the twins was better than a thousand pranks or when they first found out why they were so happy together. They burst out in chants of "WE GOT POTTER."

In their excitement that their lost part resided in their house, they forgot to drag him to sit near them. The result being that they could not hear the young boy's voice over that of their two siblings sitting near him. While Lee talked to them about the girls he had met on the train, the twins ate fast both noticing that Harry had seemed shocked to see so much food and tried to eat as much as possible. Both twins almost choked to death when they saw the vixens face blush as he at his first bite of terical tart, but as soon as their fit was over they smiled as all the tart in front of the boy was gone, including the now empty platter in front of him. Soon the feast was ending and Dumbledore was making last minute announcements and trying to get everyone to sing the school song. Soon everyone was off at their own beat and the song ended in the two twins singing in a funeral march, a usually to drab theme for them but it fit their mood. They wanted their boy by them, especially when he started to lean on their younger brother from fatigue. When they finally finished everyone was sent to bed and they watched the first years begin to follow their older sibling to the common room for all Gryffindor's.

George looked over as Lee ran off to flirt with another bird* (girl in England) and mumbled to his twin. "Tomorrow begins plan make HP ours and no one else's." Fred smiled and responded, "Who knew you could be so possessive." The response made even him jump, "only with the two who are mine."