Once the trio had finally reached their destination, they entered the joke shop.
'The twins were right. Their business is booming!'thought Harry to himself as he stared around in wonder.
There were loads of customers milling about the shelves and a lot of witches clustered around the Love Potion displays in one section not so far away.
"Where are these twins you two keep on talking about?"asked Aunt Petunia curiously.
Hermione answered the question. "Well, I've been here only one time, but they told me that they're normally by the till..."
"Then let's go!"urged on Harry. He really missed the twins.
Hermione led them through the throng of people and behind the till where they saw the two Weasleys.
Fred (or is it George?) turned around. Harry and Petunia kept their faces stoic. They wanted to see if the twins would recognize them.
"Why hello little Hermione! What are you doing here today, hmm?" Fred asked. He had not seen Harry or Petunia yet.
"Oh nothing... just bringing in some old friends..." Hermione said innocently, inclining her head towards the other two.
That statement caused Fred to look up and take notice of the other two. He gulped. 'These two look real dangerous... Better not piss them off. The guy is like half a head taller than me. Yikes!' thought Fred to himself.
"H-Hello. My name is Fred Weasley. And who are you sir and madam?"he asked with impeccable manners.
Both Harry and Petunia laughed themselves silly at the red head.
Fred got confused. Why were these people even laughing at him? Did he say something wrong?
The black-haired male wiped a tear from his eyes and said with a rich and deep melodic voice, "Freddiekins! How could you not remember your own baby brother!"
Baby brother? Fred doesn't think of Ron as a baby brother , rather he thinks of Ron as a spoilt brat. The only other person who he thinks of as a baby brother is... Harry.
"What the bloody hell are you harping on about?! Only Harry is my baby brother and you look nothing like him...except for the hair and eyes... Damn, Harry! Is that you?" Fred asked ,stunned.
"Yup!"came the smug reply. "Took you long enough."
The red head cracked up. "Well you gotta give me some of that stuff you're taking! I need to get ripped too!" Fred exclaimed, eyeing Harry's muscles barely hidden under his robes.
"Well you got to get a creature inheritance if you want some without any workout,"chuckled Harry. Petunia giggled along with him. Fred took a good look at her.
"And who's this lovely lady, Harrykins?"he asked.
"My Aunt Petunia."
"WHAT?!"
"Yep."
"But isn't she horsey looking old biddy? No offense though, Mrs Dursley," said Fred.
"None taken. I am not Petunia Dursley anymore. I don't want to be that person that I was. I rather be addressing as Petunia Evans, my maiden name. You can even call me Tuney if you want to..."she trailed off nervously.
Fred smiled at her. "Well, Tuney! If you are someone Harry trusts, then I trust you too! I have a twin brother named George who is busy having his break in the flat upstairs is quite identical to me. So if you get confused about who's who, just call us Gred and Forge so as to not call the wrong person... Yeah, I think that it's just it!" Fred said cheerily, shaking Petunia's hand.
He then turned to Harry and Hermione. "Hey, do you guys want to see our flat? We could chill out for awhile and catch up..." Fred suggested.
The others agreed.
"Yeah. Sounds good," said Hermione happily.
"Are we gonna tell them about the You-Know-Whats?"whispered Petunia not so quietly.
Both Harry and Hermione groaned.
"Aunt, you seriously need to learn the art of subtlety..." said Harry, giving his aunt a reproachful look.
"Sorry," said Petunia, not looking apologetic in the least.
"What are you talking about now?" Fred asked,staring at them.
"I rather tell you and George at the same time. It's too horrible..." said Harry, his face an emotionless mask again.
Fred wondered what would make Harry act like this. He hoped that it wasn't too bad .
How wrong that redhead was.
Fred took them up to the flat and sat them down in a rather comfy and inviting living room that reminded Harry and Hermione of the Gryffindor Common Room.
"GEORGE! Get get your arse downstairs! Harry and Co. are here!"yelled Fred from the door.
A crash could be heard from above their heads.
"Keep your knickers on Freddie, I'm coming now!" George's muffled reply came.
They could hear George's hurried footsteps on the stairs. The redhead bounced into the room with a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey! How are you guys?"he greeted.
"Good"
"Awesome"
"Fine"
"Great" came the replies.
George looked at Harry and Petunia's forms. He went over to Fred and said: "I'm sorry, but I think that you got hit on the noggin one time too many if you think that's Harry..."
The quartet laughed. "I can assure you, dear brother, that this is Harry, and the simply drop dead gorgeous woman by his side is Petunia 2.0, new and improved!"chuckled Fred.
George stood there with his mouth gaping. He couldn't believe that this was his honorary 'baby brother'!
"Blimey, Harry! And you were just a scrawny speckly kid just last year!" George exclaimed.
Harry stuck his nose in the air and crossed his arms.
"Oi! I find that very offensive!"he said with mock hurt.
George laughed. "Aww, Hawwykins! Don't be like that! You know that I was just joking around!"he cooed.
"Blah,blah,blah! Whatever. Are you still going to act like a prat or are you willing to listen to my story?"snapped Harry, his eyes shining in mirth.
"Story."
"Okay, good," said Harry. Then, with the help of both Hermione and Petunia, he retold the story of his creature inheritances until how he ended up here now.
By the end of the retelling,both twins' faces showed revulsion.
"How could Ron and Ginny do that to you? After all you had done for them, they pay you back by stealing from you?!" Fred said, disgusted.
"And Dumblefuck too. I thought that he really was a good chap!" George exclaimed, shaking his head.
"Oh, but it's all right... I told the goblins to make them pay back every single fucking Knut that they took from me...With interest!" Harry cackled evilly. Petunia and Hermione joined in too.
The twins traded slightly fearful looks.
"Are the-"
"Others a part-"
"Of this-"
"Too?"they asked in their normal twinnish manner.
"Thank God, no! It would break my heart if they did. Your parents and the rest of your family ,bar Percy, Ron and Ginny, are practically my second family!"said Harry.
"And what are we, furniture?"snapped Hermione. Petunia giggled.
"My annoying older sister and lovely aunt of course!" Harry said cheekily.
"Getting-"
"Back to-"
"Other matters-"
"Here-"
"Could you-"
"Please-"
"Tell us-"
"About the-"
"Prophecy?" Fred and George finished together.
"Keep your panties on!"chided Harry. "Okay... the prophecy is a fake. Dumbledore just wanted me to be a way for him to get rid of Tommy boy, whilst being a martyr in the process. Instead, Hermione overheard them talking about the real prophecy. It goes like this:
The Dark Lord's Equal approaches.
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born to those who have turned away from the Light.
The Equal will be granted powers that the true Evil Lord knows not.
The Dark Lord will mark him as his Match.
When the Dark Equals reunite, together, they alone have the Power gifted to them by Death to make or break this world.
Red and Green, the perfect complementary pair.
The Equal shall be born as the seventh month dies..." Harry concluded, his Avada eyes hardening.
The tensed atmosphere in the room was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Everyone stared at each other, not knowing what to say.
Finally, after a few tensed minutes, Fred spoke up.
"Did you guys like even, try to decipher what the prophecy means? Like, think about it... What do you interpret its meaning as?"said Fred seriously.
Everyone who knew Fred well was stumped. There were only a few times that he was actually serious, and this was one of them.
Harry thought about what the redhead had said and closed his eyes in concentration. Then the answer came to him.
"Guys," he started off nervously, "I think I figured out what it means..."
"What does it mean? It can't be too bad."said Hermione.
"We won't judge you,"assured George.
The other two waited in silence.
Harry exhaled a shaky breath.
"I think that I should go Dark."
You could hear a pin drop after that statement.