Title: Brothers at Heart (Prologue/?)
Author: Joan Spelldome
Author email: gohansevolution@yahoo.com
Category: Angst, Action, Drama, Humor, and a little bit of everything else.
Main characters: Fred, George, All of the Weasleys, Hogwarts Trio
Spoilers: I guess all of them..
Summary: What is Fred and George were separated at birth, and neither of them went to the Weasley family? What if the Weasleys thought the twins had died a few days after birth, when, in fact, they were taken in by two different families at the hospital?

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the characters; I own the plot.

A/N: I've decided to just drop and don't continue the Founder's Saga, and just make this. I was getting tired of it, and it seemed like a Mary-Sue story anyways. Just enjoy the story, okay? Oh, and this thing is a bit turned around, so it doesn't always go by the Harry Potter books much, but it does sometimes.

Prologue ― If It Weren't For Them

"RUN RUN RUN! TAKE THE CHILDREN! Move the patients!" screams flew everywhere in the magical hospital, as it faced attacks from death eaters. Several hooded people had entered the building a few hours ago, and had now launched an attack to the hospital. The building was slowly burning. The Death Eaters had disappeared, but everyone else was trying to get the patients out

"Arthur! What about the twins??" Molly Weasley cried frantically as her husband pushed her on the wheelchair with one hand, and dragging his son Charlie on the other.

"I dont know Molly!" said Arthur Weasley exasperatedly. "You heard the medical people! They were taking as many of the babies out of the hospital as they can!" Then, looking around, he added, "Where the heck is Bill?"

Just then his son came, holding a pair of babies carefully in his hands. "Dad! Is this Fred and George?" There was a scream and both babies started crying.

Arthur Weasley's heart sank, glancing at the babies Bill was holding. They were dark haired, not red haired like Weasleys "No, son. But take them, we need to help out a bit too and take them out of here..!"

Bill nodded and they all exited the burning hospital.


A few hours later, both dark haired babies were with their rightful parents. Both of them didn't stop thanking the Weasleys, especially Bill. But the Weasley family wasn't looking for praise. No. They were looking for what was supposed to be two new members of their family.

"Are there any twin red heads there?" asked Mrs. Weasley at a tent camped a few miles from the hospital, where all the patients, including the new borns, were currently being held until further notice.

The woman she asked shook her head, looking somber. "Sorry ma'am. There were a couple of red head children here, but all of them were already claimed," she sighed heavily. "Only twelve out of the fourteen red haired children were taken out of the hospital. There were three pairs of twins, and I'm afraid one pair was left in the hospital." She suddenly went off to assist a crying baby.

It took perhaps five seconds for the truth to dawn into Molly Weasley. Their dead! They were only a few days old and they're dead! They burned! Burned to death! Why them?? Why Fred and George? She ran crying to her husband, who asked her what was the matter.

"Did―Did you find Fred and George?"

Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "No, Arthur.. they're dead! They're dead!" she screamed.

"What?!" Arthur Weasley was quite taken aback by this news.

"They―they burned with th-the building..." Molly Weasley choked.

Arthur Weasley decided this was a time to comfort her wife, and they went off to find a place to sit and talk. Meanwhile, Bill and Charlie Weasley sat on the ground, having overheard their parent's short conversation. Charlie was crying too.

"Who's dead, Bill?" he asked his older brother. "Where's the twins?"

Bill tried to comfort his brother, when he himself was holding back tears. "Charlie... Fred and George are dead now, Charlie―"

"What?! How? I haven't even played with them yet! Mum promised I would have younger brothers to look after and play with!" he sobbed unrestrainedly into his brother's shoulder.

"I'll be here for you, Charlie. I always will. You can play with me," Bill said quietly.

"Who? Who killed them, Bill?"

"Death Eaters, I think."

"I'll kill them.." Charlie muttered. "When I grow up, I'll send a million dragons to kill them!"

"But dragons are―are hard to tame.."

"I DON'T CARE! IF―IF IT WEREN'T FOR―FOR THEM―!"

"If it weren't for them.... we'd still have our brothers." And Bill Weasley burst into silent tears as well. Only at that time did Charlie realize his brother had also lost someone (or two someones for that matter), and he hugged Bill trying to comfort him.

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A/N: Okay people. That was short and probably full of angst, but remember this is only the prologue! Comments, suggestions, and feedback are most welcome! Oh, and be a nice reader and review it for me. //gohansevolution@yahoo.com//

THE CHAPTER HAS NOW ENDED