Chapter One
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Disclaimer in chapter one
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The afternoon light of a hot summer day shone into the burrow's living room, falling in the pattern of windows upon the couches and chairs. Outside a cicada chirped, and a cricket played. The Weasley household was quiet-a rare thing-but for the sound of someone quietly directing both side's of a game of wizards chess, and footsteps through the halls ever so often.
It was around four o'clock, when two slightly disgruntled children came in through the front door, and dragged themselves up the stairs, into their bedroom. One of the boys, Fred Weasley, sat on his bed, his legs laying in front of him, and his back supported by the headrest. His identical brother's legs fell off the side of the dark blue comforter, while he flopped down with his arms to either side on his own bed.
A sigh interrupted the near silence of there own rooms, as the sitting twin looked around his room.
"Hey George?" He asked Cautiously, looking over at his brother.
"mmmm?"
"What if we aren't...you know..." Fred stumbled
"What?" George said, already guessing the end of his sentence.
"In...the same house..." He mumbled.
George hefted himself up on his elbow and looked at his brother.
"Don't worry about it Fred, we will be."
"But what if we arrant?" Fred pestered, the worry shown on his face. Most people couldn't tell the difference between the two boys, but they were different. Fred had the most of the ideas, but he would wait for George to back them up, and bring them to life. Neither one of them could imagine themselves without the other, however confident they were of themselves."
"I don't know... we could always be supper evil in are first few days that they would want to change us to Slytherin" George volunteered. Fred looked at him incredulously.
"Was that supposed to be funny?" Fred said, raising an eyebrow at his brother. "Because if not, you should have just suggested we spell-o-tape ourselves together."
"Err...yeah..." George said to deflect his previous sarcasm "but it won't happen. Right Forge?" George prompted.
"Right Gred..." Fred said in a weary voice.
The boys sat there for a while longer, the patch of sunlight slowly moving up their wall.
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"CHILDREN" Mrs. Weasley called. "DINNER"
It was all that needed to be said, for but a moment later seven stomping footfalls were heard coming down from various parts of the house.
Arthur Weasley came in from the kitchen, a muggle paper in front of his nose, and only looked at the table ladened with food once before sitting down, and continuing to read an article for the sixth time. Maybe if molly had known it was the sixth time for one article about new hoses, then she would have interrupted. But she did not.
"What is for dinner, mum?" Percy said, sitting down in his seat at the table, and looking over the feast.
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"Oi Family!" George said, coming into the room with a grin.
"Your late" Said Mrs. Weasley, dishing a pile of mashed sweat potato onto her daughters plate. Ginny sat across from Percy at the table, and was eying him dubiously after her brother spoke.
"Side tracked..." Fred announced with a grin, sitting next to his sister.
"Percy says its rude to say 'OI' to someone. But I asked Dad and he asked Percy who asked a book and it said 'OI' Means 'HI!'" Stated Ginny, in one breath of air.
"No dungbombs in the house. Right?" Mrs. Weasley said, though no one paid attention-as they all kept talking.
"Well isn't that good! We'd HATE to have" George sat in his seat next to Percy, across from Fred.
"PERFECT PERCY" Fred accented, with a role of his eyes.
"Think we were rude!" Said George, ruffling Ginny's hair.
Percy glared at the two brothers, and shoved his fork into the pile of greens on his plate.
"Can you pass the fish?" Fred said, as he finished piling rice, sweat potato, and greens on his plate.
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The Weasley's were sitting around the table, their plates filled with seconds (except in Ron's case, he was already on fourths), talking with Bill about his job in Germany, and how he might be transfered to Romania.
"-and so THEN the drago...nn" Bill stopped mid sentence by the crack of an apparition in the yard.
"Ginny, dear, won't you go get the door? That must be the letters!" Mrs. Weasley said, as she patted a crease in her robes.
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Ginny came back into the room, her face red, and her arms limp at her sides. A moment later, after the group of Weasley had processed the youngest of their numbers dour expression, a shifty eyed man came through the door.
His hair hung around his eyes, lank and oily, and his mouth was creased in a look of malice.
"Molly. Arthur." The man said, with a sneer.
"Severus." Molly said, dropping her hands to her lap.
"Dumbledore seemed to think I was the...least busy, of the teachers." Here his mouth creased into a practiced frown. "So he sent me to deliver these"
Severus pulled out a large parcel of letters, four, actually, and a leather bag from his cloak. The bag was handed to Mrs. Weasley, while the rest were strewn across the counter.
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"Oh, read it aloud wont you, Georgie!" Said Mrs. Weasley excitedly, as soon as Severus was out of the door. She clutched the bag in her hands unaware.
"Do I have to?" George groaned.
"We already know what it SAYS" Fred agreed, in a morose tone.
"YES! Read it now before the desert is done!" Mrs. Weasley demanded, her voice still raised.
"Dear Mr Weasley," George began, giving a last sigh.
"We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September.
We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"
"NO WAY! THATS WHAT MINE SAYS TOO!" Shouted Fred the second his brother had finished reading. Percy and Mrs. Weasley glared at him.
"Well," Mrs. Weasley said, noticing that her hands were twined around the bag, and setting it gently on the table "You lot had better sit back down, I'll go fetch the desert. After you can copy down all your school things in a list, and we can go to Diagon alley before the weeks up"
As an afterthought, after she had turned from the room, she said back over her shoulder "Fred, George, Id also like to see your lists."
The boys whispering ceased and they turned to glower at their plates.
'So much for sneaking stuff' Was the general thought
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Yes! I know! I know! Don't kill me!! It has been a LONG time since I last posted. But I was UNAVOIDABLY DETAINED. As was my beta. I also know this chapter cuts of REALLY REALLY suddenly, but I will pick up from their NEXT CHAPTER. I just had to get this posted... Dx
Okay, I have a question for you guys. Do you find it confusing when I switch narratives? I try to keep it to one narrator, but then I end up leaving out to much. What do you think I should do?
Thank you Jona, for your first spell check.
I will get another chapter out SOON you lot...
Thanks for reading,
Hana