Does it really need to be said, I do not own the books.
Ron telling Fred and George about Harry, during the summer.
There was a knock on their door. Now since when did that happen? The two exchanged quizzical looks before Fred got up to answer, blocking his only younger brothers view of the room inside. "Can we help you?"
George didn't even look up at first, assuming it was just Ron asking if they'd seen Scabbers again or something, but when they didn't immediately receive an answer he looked up and around in surprise.
Not really being able to see through his twin, he couldn't see what Fred was staring at. Which was Ron, fidgeting and glancing about the stairway as if hoping someone would come and stop him from asking what he was about to ask.
When no one did and the silence dragged on Fred prompted, "Well, you going to gawk at me all day or get on with it?"
By this point both twins felt rather concerned and annoyed, it wasn't like Ron to not just boast his opinion of what he felt about them. Sure it was usually under his breath, but when he came face to face with his problem, sometimes shouting was known to happen. Never this awkward silence.
"Can I come in?" finally busted out of his mouth after a solid minute of silence, which had given George more than enough time to stow away their latest project and for Fred to step aside.
Ron only took three steps into the room at first, his eyes surveying it properly before landing on his mischief making brothers. "If I tell you something, you have to swear not to tell Mum or Dad. Especially Mum."
Twin smirks cracked over their faces, was that all that was bothering him. The twins were many things, but never rats. That was Percy's job. "But of course not," George said, leaning casually back against the wall. "Why would we go and do a thing like that?"
"I'm serious," Ron said, gaining back his usual personality of being a prat. Granted, not as bad as Percy, but he was getting there with age.
"I'm sure you are," Fred sighed rolling his eyes, "now what do you want? We are busy?"
Ron snorted, letting his eyes rove around the seemingly empty room, except for the twin beds on the wall. The way we liked keeping it, or Mum would have our head the second she came in to clean. Couldn't have her finding our stash.
Before either of us could prompt him again, because really he was beginning to drag this on into near boring levels, Ron burst into speech about how he'd been writing to his friend, The Harry Potter, all summer and not getting a reply. He'd written similarly to another friend of his, a lesser known girl named Hermione, and he'd been getting responses from her, but not Harry.
Ron had tried asking Percy if he could borrow Hermes, but Percy was having none of it, and he finished with a lame, "do you got any other ideas of how I could talk to him? I don't know, it just seems a bit odd he hasn't written or anything, plus there's that accidental magic that happened on his birthday that he never answered me about when I asked and..."
There he trailed off, giving the two of them beseeching looks. The twins gave each other a look, and came to two conclusions at once.
Ron was worried about something, maybe he hadn't said it straight out but it was there.
Ron didn't want them to go to the parents because he knew whatever answer he got, be it that he was being paranoid or that they would handle it and not tell Ron anything.
"Know where he lives?" Fred finally asked him.
"Uh yeah," Ron said, looking surprised the twins had agreed to help him so easily. "Asked him about it once at school, you know what it was like living surrounded by a bunch of Muggles, and he told me the address. Then he went on to explain that all the houses looked a lot the same, which is why they number them and stuff." He paused for a moment and gave them uneasy looks. "Why? You going to help?"
"Of course we are," George said, feigning hurt, "how could we not after such a thrilling tale?"
Honestly the twins had a few chats with Harry at school, unavoidable since he hung out with their brother and conversation with him was also, sadly, unavoidable. He seemed like a nice enough bloke. Even if that weren't the case, how could they pass up the opportunity to test something that they had been wanting to try anyways? Now they just had the excuse to do it.
"How you going to do that?" He asked, eyes shifting from one to the other, "You two got an owl stashed up in here?"
The twins laughed at such naivety. "Just leave it to us Ron," Fred told him escorting him back towards the door.
"And meet us down at Dad's shed after dinner," George told him as Ron finally left the room.
Once the door was shut the two exchanged one more look before cracking into evil grins. This was going to be wicked.
I always wondered what was going through Ron's head, and why he went to the twins for help instead of his parents. I came to the conclusion he was worried about being told he was paranoid, after his first year can you blame him, and didn't want to get in trouble for going to the twins for help. Which is what he decided to do because he knew that they might be able to help. So yeah, hope you enjoyed.