1. Beginnings

The pen shook in my hand, I just couldn't do this, it was so hard. Mom had said maybe it would help me if I wrote a letter to Fred or found some way to honor his life. I had wrote a letter but soon got fed up because I knew he wouldn't ever see,so I threw it out.

The idea hit me while I was pacing back and forth in my room one night. It was late but I was fully accepting the fact that I wasn't going to get much sleep or any to be realistic. I remembered that after the war, the daily prophet had a special article that was based around one person who had died in the battle and told their life story. I couldn't bring myself to read the one about Fred. How could they write these words and have these thoughts on his life when the only time they realized he had once lived was after he died for them.

I sat down on my bed, my head in my hands. I wasn't going to lie, I wasn't doing well at all. It hurt to look in the mirror because it was like looking at him.

After some time of just sitting there, my mind trailed back to the articles about the lost lives from the battle. No one knew Fred like I did and so no one could tell his story better! If I wrote a book about his life maybe it would both help me and keep his story and memory alive! I jumped up from my bed and ran down to my desk that was covered with files concerning sales and ordering things. Pushing all the unimportant things away, I grabbed my quill and parchment and began the story on the day we left for Hogwarts.

Kings cross station had just disappeared into an endless sky and railroad tracks. Fred and George Weasley had there faces pressed up against their window. In only a few hours the boys would be eating in the great hall that they had heard so much about from their three older brothers.

They already knew they'd be in Gryffindor house. All Weasley's were. And if they weren't they were sure to get disowned, or so their mother had warned. But she had then quickly added that there was nothing wrong with Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff but if the two boys were placed in Slytherin they'd never see daylight she truly worried that they'd end up there? Sure they were sly and pulled pranks when ever they could but there hearts were in the right place.

Hours passed. People dropped by, people left. But the two twins stayed strong. They talked about the things they'd do and the pranks they'd pull, they even dreamed about playing on the school Quidditch teams. Quidditch was another passion of the twins, they'd been playing since they could ride a broom. Both boys loved the idea of becoming beaters for it was a position were the two of them had to work together which they were great at and they got to hit nasty balls called bludgers which were nothing but a big threat to the other team mates.

Soon enough the sky had faded to a dark blue and bright stars shone against the dark canvas sky. George had felt that only seconds ago they had left. No matter where they were, when the twins were together time went by so fast.

"Look!"Fred gasped and pointed out the window. "There it is."

George quickly joined his brother and followed his gaze to just over the tops of trees. He could just make out the top of the castle towers. It was amazing even though most of the building was hidden. George's mouth fell open.

"I think this is going to be a great year,"Fred smiled at his brother.

"I was thinking that," George smiled back still looking out the window.

Soon the view of the castle was gone and for awhile you couldn't see anything out the window because of the thickness of the trees and the dark sky. Seeing as there was nothing to look at, the boys leaned back in their seats.

"You know there are ghosts at Hogwarts,"Fred informed his brother.

"Course I know that, I mean Nearly-Headless Nick is going to be the ghost of our house,"George added.

"Percy was complaining about a poltergeist named peeves. He said we were just like him. I think this peeves is a friend we should make," Fred smirked.

"Great minds think alike, brother,"George snickered. "Poor Percy won't know what hit him!"

George sat up on the stool in the great hall. The sorting hat was hovering close to his bright ginger head. Fred had already been sorted into Gryffindor. George heart beat quickened. What if he was placed in a different house then Fred! What if Fred found new friends and ignored him! What if he ended up in Slytherin... He shivered at the thought.

The hat was placed on his head and it covered his eyes half way.

"Two Weasley's this year I see," a voice rang in his head. "You two are joined at the hip, such a strong bond. What if I were to break that bond?" the hat said cooly. Georges heart sank, did this mean he wasn't in Gryffindor?

"Well I know just what to do with you...Gryffindor!"it yelled out to the whole hall. George grinned ear to ear and dashed off to join his brother who looked just as realized as George felt.

The boys sat in the common room together both not feeling like doing much of anything at all. They had eat more than they ever had or ever thought they would. The warm yellow flames danced joyfully in the fire place. The boys fell silent as though the fire had taken every word from there mouth. George looked over at his brother. He glanced down at his chest for a short second. In and out, in and out.