A/N: This was going to be a oneshot about Fred's proposal, but it escalated very quickly into a series of fifty oneshots starting in first year.(Five little snippets a year, and some afterwards) Some will be funny some will be angsty, some will be romantic, some will be action. I've actually got a lot of them written, so I'll update one or two a day, and updates will be pretty regular.

Notice:

-Fred is not going to die. Sirius probably won't, either.

-Katie is the same age as the rest of them, not one year younger.

-I might get some technical things wrong, and if so, kindly point them out.

Warnings:

Some strong language, some sexual innuendo, some dark topics, much complete weirdness. The usual effects of growing up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter or any of the other things I refer to in this story. If you want to sue me anyway, for about six dollars, be my guest.

Flying

Every last one of the Gryffindor First Years was excited about their first flying lesson. Some, namely future quidditch players, were more excited than most. Fred and George Weasley, their new friend Lee Jordan, and the three girls who were as inseparable as the mischievous boys, were chief among them.

"Flying!" Alicia said, exhilarated by the very concept. Her new attitude surprised her roommates- she usually had her feet firmly planted on the ground. "Just imagine, girls! Soaring through the air, the wind on your face, your hair flying, oh! I can't wait!" she exclaimed as she made her way to the pitch with Angelina and Katie.

"Keep that up, and you're going to run into trees right and left." Angelina told her, but she too couldn't wait.

"What if I fall?" Katie worried.

"Then you crash to the ground, break a few bones, spend a day or two in the hospital wing drinking pumpkin juice and medicines, get better, and try again next time." Angelina said.

"You're not helping." Katie muttered nervously.

"Oh come one, where's your Gryffindor courage?" Angelina cajoled. "You'll be fine. We're not going to be doing any tricks or anything."

"Speaking of tricks, there's thing one and thing two." Alicia said, alerting them to the presence of the Weasley twins.

"Oooh! Fred put a firecracker in my cauldron in potions! Just wait till I get my hands on him!" Angelina said.

"Angie, do you really have to go fight him?" Katie said. "Aren't there better ways to solve this?"

"Of course there are. But they're not much fun, and besides, I won't actually hurt him. I'll just maybe scare him a little." She promised her peaceful roommate.

"Well, wait until after the lesson; if you scare him now, Hooch won't let you fly." Alicia advised.

Madame Hooch smiled as the first years lined up on the field. She had been a keeper for Puddlemere United in her prime, but she was getting on in years, and had decided to return to Hogwarts to share her passion for Quidditch with the students.

She watched with amusement as the children tried not to squirm with excitement as she passed out brooms. "Now, I want you to say up, and the broom will fly to your hand. Say it with feeling!" she ordered as a chorus of 'up's rang out – some uncertain, some bold.

Angelina Johnson grabbed her broom as it flew upwards. She stuck out her tongue at the Weasley twins, who were concentrating very hard on getting their brooms into their hands. Lee Jordan's broom wouldn't even budge. Alicia's came up about to her knees, and while Madame Hooch wasn't looking, she bent over to pick it up. Katie's broom rolled around on the ground, while Lee's didn't budge so much as an inch.

When most of the students had brooms in their hands, the teacher continued. "Excellent. Now, mount your brooms and push off the ground gently with your feet. Gently! I do not want you flying higher than twenty feet off the ground!" she knew perfectly well that some students were going to disobey that, but she had to try.

Lee, who was not a big fan of heights, remained only high enough so that his feet were off the ground. Angelina, who was not a big fan of rules, flew back and forth well over twenty feet high. Alicia, who was not a big fan of her friend doing stupid things (by herself, at any rate) joined her. Katie, who was not a big fan of being left out, flew up to their height, finding that she quite enjoyed it. And the Weasley twins, who weren't at all big fans of being beaten, had to fly even higher above them. Madame Hooch rolled her eyes, and concentrated on the students she could control.

"Oi, Angelina!" Fred teased from a distance. "Want to race me?" he knew Angelina couldn't resist competition, and he so desperately wanted to show her he was good for more than laughs.

"All right, then!" she shouted back, rising to the challenge.

"Once around the Quidditch pitch, yeah?" George asked, joining in.

"Works for me." Alicia agreed, lining up. "Join us, Katie?" she called.

"No, I'm going to make Lee fly." She said, and returned her attention to the boy who refused to go any higher into the air.

"Ready, set, start!" Lee called, preferring to stay near the ground.

The four children, inexperienced as they were with broomsticks, were off. Their brooms bucking wildly out of control, they fought to finish a lap. Angelina was more or less in the lead, Alicia was mostly on her heels, while her broom cooperated.

Fred and George were usually running into the other racers, not quite knowing how to control the direction they went in.

"Watch out!" George shouted as he barreled into Alicia.

"Watch where you're going, numpty!" she yelled as she tried to shove him away.

"You're not so good at it yourself!" Fred grunted as Alicia almost knocked him off his broom.

"All of you stop running into each other!" shouted Angelina, trying in vain to dodge her friends who were slamming around like loose cannons.

"I'm falling! Angie, I'm falling!" Alicia shouted. Angelina attempted to turn around on her broomstick.

"George! Fred! Help!" Angelina ordered, grabbing Alicia's arm. She was hanging onto the broom by a knee.

George held onto Alicia's middle and tried to drag her onto his broom. Fred took a dive to help her, but instead ended up hanging upside down from his own broom.

Angelina managed to right him, but ended up sliding down her broom. She grabbed Alicia's hand, and Fred gripped her forearm. The four of them were soon a knot of sliding, falling first years and brooms that they couldn't stay on, and they knew they were bound to crash.

Between Angelina's thrashing around and the twins' yelling, and Alicia's calling for help, the entire class and teacher were well aware what was happening. Madame Hooch cast a spell on them to bring them safely to the ground, and the four disentangled themselves from the brooms and stood onto their feet.

"Children!" barked the short-haired teacher. "Whatever were you thinking? You could have been hurt or killed, flying so high and fast on your first lesson."

"Ma'am," Fred interrupted, which wasn't the wisest move, but he had to have his say.

"We'll do whatever you say," George said, catching his twin's drift.

"Detention, cleaning, apologize, anything," Fred added.

"But please, whatever you do," George begged

"Please, please," Fred pleaded, clasping his hands.

"DON'T CALL OUR MOTHER!" they finished together, twin looks of terror on their identical faces.