Title: Brothers at Heart (1/?)
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: Hey! So how did you like the prologue? Please note that the
whole thing has been proofread, so there shouldn't be a lot of mistakes. Also,
it says nine years later, cuz nine years, plus the year of the prologue, is ten
years. Sorry that this took me so long to write, but I really enjoyed it! Hope
you do, too. Also remember to R&R as always! Chapter two might take
longer... thanks to my pal Snufflescutie (look her up in neopets and ff.net) for
reminding me 'bout good 'ol perfect Percy.... sheesh... I almost forgot about
him... I'll fit him in somehow.. X__X
Chapter 1 ― Nine Years Later
Nine Years later, Wenson residence...
"Fred!! Look, hun! You've been accepted to Hogwarts!" Lina Wenson called her
10 year old son.
"Huh?" Fred came ambling down the stairs, still wearing his pajamas. Then he saw
the letter on his mother's hands. "I've been accepted to Hogwarts? COOL!" he ran
towards her and took the letter.
"Yes, dear. There's a list of school supplies here, so we're going to Diagon
Alley tomorrow."
"Alright then....," he thrust the letter back to his mother. "Well I'm going
over to Mike's house to play Quidditch with the others, okay mum?"
"Sure Fred." And Fred Wenson went upstairs to get dressed.
Same time, McHenly residence...
"MUM! DAD! MUM! DAD! LOOKIE!" George McHenly jumped up and down his parent's
bed, waking them up.
"Huh? George, what the―"
"Letter!―Hogwarts!―Letter from Hogwarts!" Seeing both his parents were now
awake, George stopped jumping up and down and sat on their bed. "Here, mum, read
it!" he handed the letter to his mother. Her eyes skimmed through it as she read
silently.
"Out loud!"
"Okay, Okay, settle down there George," said Karen McHenly.
"Dear Mr. McHenly,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been
accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a
list of necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl no later
than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress."
Karen and Logan McHenly looked up, smiling, at George, who was beaming with
incredible delight. "Yeah, hear that? I'VE BEEN ACCEPTED! ME! YEAH!"
"Yes, son," said Mr. McHenly. "We're proud of you. So which house do you want to
be in?
"Which is the best?"
Mrs. McHenly shrugged. "It depends. Slytherins are cunning, Gryffindors are
brave, Ravenclaws are smart, and Hufflepuffs are hard workers."
"They all sound pretty good," George put in.
"Yep. Your mother was in Ravenclaw and I was in Hufflepuff. But whichever house
you're in is good enough for us, son," said Mr. McHenly.
"Cool. So when will we get my stuff?"
"Tomorrow's good."
"Swell! I'll go owl Ric!"
The Next Day...
"Hurry up, Fred! The Floo Powder's ready!"
"Coming, mum!" Fred Wenson ran down their wooden stairs, pulling on his shoes in
the process. "This is gonna be so cool!" he muttered excitedly.
He ran towards the fire place where his mother and father were waiting for him.
"Okay son, we go as we always do. I go first, then you, then your mother, got
it?" said Mr. Wenson.
"Yeah, dad, got it!"
"Okay, I'm going then," and he took some floo powder and threw it into the fire.
"And don't waste any floo!" he added as he disappeared in the flames.
Right after his father was gone, Fred grabbed some floo, threw it into the fire,
and said clearly, "Diagon Alley!"
McHenly Residence
"Yeah, alright, alright, I'm there!" George McHenly said impatiently, putting on
his clothes. Yeah, this is gonna be so cool! Too bad Ric's going to
Durmstrang. Oh well.
"George, dear, a little faster?" shouted his mother from downstairs.
George sighed, cried a muffled "Coming!", and flew down the stairs.
"So," he said when he got there. "How are we getting to Diagon Alley? Floo?"
"No," said his father sternly. "We're going by car―"
"Logan, come now," said his wife impatiently. "It's our little boy's day to buy
his school things," George scowled at being called 'little boy', "and we're all
pretty anxious, aren't we?"
"Oh, alright," Logan McHenly took out his wand and summoned the floo flower pot.
"Here, George, you go first."
George's face filled with excitement, and he reached forward to take some floo.
He threw it into the fire, said "Diagon Alley!"
At Diagon Alley (I jump around a lot; I know)
"MUM! MUM! Look! It's the new broomstick!" Fred was dragging his mother down
the path.
"Now, now, Fred. First years aren't allowed their broomsticks. We'll buy you one
next year," said Mr. Wenson heartily.
"That's right, and we need to go and buy your things now. What do you want to
buy first? Books? Potion ingredients? Robes, maybe?"
"How about―" Mr. Wenson started.
"MY WAND!" said Fred excitedly, jumping up and down.
"Okay, okay, Fred, calm down," said his mother, smiling. "We'll get your wand
first."
At Flourish and Blotts...
"George! We're all ready here, where are you?" Mrs. McHenly's voice rang
out.
"Here, mum!" her son answered. He was clutching a book called 1001 Ways on
How to do Mischief Without Getting Caught by the Marauders. "I'm just
looking at a copy of," he scanned the area for a boring book, "Prefects who
Gained Power!"
The McHenlys smiled at each other.
"Will you look at that?" said Mr. McHenly happily. "Our son is planning to be a
prefect!" His wife nodded in agreement just before George came out from nowhere,
holding his book of choice and the decoy book.
"Mum, Dad, can I buy these two books extra?" he asked innocently.
"Sure, George," said his mother without even glancing at the books. She took
them from George and paid the cashier with the rest of his school books. The
family exited the shop.
"Where to now?" asked George.
"The Apothecary. Then Madam Malkin's, then Olivander's," answered his mother,
peering over a piece of parchment in her hands.
"Did you write a schedule down?" asked Mr. McHenly apprehensively. George looked
over disbelievingly.
"Of course. Someone around here needs to be organized," answered Mrs. McHenly,
putting the parchment back into her purse.
Her husband just shook his head and looked at George, who shook his head back,
both with slight grins on their faces.
At Olivander's Wand Shop...
"I'm ready! I'm ready!" sand Fred loudly.
"Fred, keep quiet. This is not a place for noise!" said his mother sternly. Mr.
Wenson was talking to Mr. Olivander.
"Aaah, now," said Olivander, once their small talk was over. "Where is the young
one?" He looked around and saw Fred. "Well then, let's start the measurements."
He took a tape measure, which started measuring Fred all by itself.
After a few seconds, Olivander said, "That will do," to the tape measure, and it
lay itself on the floor steadily. He had a few boxes of wands in his arms. He
heaved it onto a chair, while Fred watched the tape measure interestedly, while
it was lying on the floor.
"Here, son, try this out. Mahogany, 12 inches, Dragon Heartstring," he handed
the wand to Fred, who took it excitedly. As soon as Fred held it into his hands,
Olivander tried to take it away, but Fred was too fast for him. The wand sent
red flashes of light around the room, one of which hit Mr. Olivander in the
stomach. He quickly stood up, gained his composure, and snatched the wand from
Fred, who said "Hey!"
"Do not mess with the wands, laddie," Mr. Olivander said sternly. Fred's parents
were looking stern, too. "Here then, try this one. Yew, ten inches, Phoenix Tail
Feather." Fred took the wand, gave it an exaggeratedly little wave, and got it
swept by Mr. Olivander from his hands.
"No, no, doesn't seem to be it. Not to worry, we'll find it.... we'll find
it....," he took another wand and gave it Fred. "Redwood, 13 inches, Phoenix
Tail feather." Fred fixed him with a stare, but he looked away almost
immediately because he felt a sudden warmth in his hands.
"I want this one," he said with finality. His parents smiled happily, while
Olivander wore a satisfied smile.
"That will be eleven galleons, please," he said. Mr. Wenson handed him the
money, and the family exited the shop.
"Where to, now mum?" asked Fred.
"The Apothecary," said his mother. "Then we go to Flourish and Blotts, then to
Madame Malkins."
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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