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.

Guitar

"What's that?" Lee asked suspiciously, eyeing the object in Fred's hands with curiosity. The boys were sitting in their dorm. The girls were avoiding them because Fred and Angelina had argued about something silly, and wouldn't talk to each other.

"It's an acoustic guitar, obviously." Fred said. He had heard from someone that Angelina was a good dancer, and everyone knew Katie could sing, and Alicia had used to play the drums. He wished they were here, all three of them. Unfortunately, Fred was sometimes a git, and a right proud git at that. So he had annoyed Angelina, and either couldn't or wouldn't apologize.

"I know it's a guitar, but where'd you get it?" Lee pressed.

"Borrowed it." Fred said casually.

Lee sighed; he knew his friend too well. "With or without permission, Fred?"

George jumped to his twin's defense. "Lee, you insult me! You think my brother would do something without permission?" he gasped in mock outrage as he failed at keeping his face serious.

"We both know he has, does, and would." Lee reminded him, as if George needed reminding.

"But seriously, where'd you get it?"

"Dad sent it– it belongs to someone at the ministry who used to play, and he doesn't want it anymore." Fred explained.

"He sent you a guitar?" Lee couldn't quite believe it.

"Okay, so he sent it to Charlie, and I'm borrowing it. Without permission." Fred admitted.

"Play something." Lee ordered. Fred explained that he couldn't, because he had never touched a real guitar before. He stroked the wood lovingly, and ran his fingers down the strings. It made a sort of humming noise.

"Let me try. I've watched it in muggle movies with Charlie and Bill, it looks easy." George offered, and Fred handed him the instrument.

George took it, threw the strap over his shoulder, and struck what he thought was a rock star-like pose. He started strumming and picking wildly with his right hand, while the fingers of his left hand moved up and down on the neck.

The noise was less than impressive.

"Cut it out!" Lee shouted, trying to grab the guitar before the awful noise continued longer.

"I've heard better from Percy in the shower!" Fred added, which musically, was the worst insult anyone could receive.

"Fine, then, if you're so good, you try it" George said indignantly, shoving the guitar at Lee. Lee took it and sat down.

"You're holding it backwards, mate." Fred told him.

"For your information, Jimi Hendrix held his guitar backwards, and he turned into an amazing guitarist." Lee said.

"Yeah, he held it backwards, but he was also, you know, good." George pointed out. "Let's hear what you've got."

Turned out Lee didn't 'have' much at all in the way of guitar playing.

"Oh, hand that over, you!" Fred said. "I'm the one who borrowed it anyway, I should get to play it."

"Stole," Lee reminded Fred under his breath as he passed it.

Fred rolled his eyes and began to strum a little. His fretting hand pressed different parts of the string, slowly at first, then faster, and slower again. He hummed along with the tune he was creating, and closed his eyes.

"That wasn't awful!" George gasped when Fred stopped.

"You sound surprised," Fred smirked.

"You've been taking lessons!" Lee accused.

"Charlie taught me a few things," He shrugged. "He doesn't mind if I borrow it every now and then, I just have to bring it back in one piece."

"So you technically did have permission to take this?" Lee asked.

"Freddie, I do believe you're going soft." George said, impressed and annoyed at the same time.

some time, some space

Fred held the guitar on his lap in the back corner of the common room, and a few dozen students were gathered around him, expecting to hear him play a song. He quite liked being the center of attention, so he was drinking it in.

"Oi, Angelina!" he called, because he wanted her to hear this. "I was a prat before, please listen to this?"

Angelina smiled slowly and said, "All right, then." The crowd around him parted to let her through, and she sat at his feet. She looked at him expectantly, and he began to strum.

And he played whiles she nodded her head to the rhythm, and the others tapped their feet and clapped their hands. While he played, Angelina leaned against the chair and rested her head on his knee. Fred kept playing, slowing down the tune as everyone left for their dorms, and Angelina half drifted off to sleep.

"I'll forgive you if you forgive me." He whispered sleepily.

"Deal, Fred." She promised, calling him by his first name for the first time since their argument.

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