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Chapter 3 ~ When it Rains it Pours

" And here's the name of the boys doctor in case you need to go to the hospital. " Hermione handed Fred another slip of paper to add to the already large pile in his hand. " And here is the address to the Ministry in case you need to reach us there, and here's the address for the Burrow…"

"Hermione!" Fred looked down at the paper and shook his head. " I lived at my house for 17 years, I am almost positive I can remember the address." He chuckled and placed the pile of papers on the table. " Everything will be fine. I will be fine, the boys will be fine, as for George…" he nodded his head over to his twin. George looked up from his messy tie and smiled sheepishly. " I think you should direct your attention to the goof in dress robe."

Hermione smiled and rushed over to George." I know everything will be fine Fred, I just want to make things easy for you."

For a second Fred felt his smile falter. In the last three weeks all anyone wanted to do was make things easier for him. It made him feel rather pathetic. Especially because he knew as soon as he arrived home tonight he would probably cry over Angelina. He had been crying himself to sleep every night since it happened. Mornings weren't as bad as the nights, but when he looked over at her empty coffee mug he couldn't help but sniffle at the thought of her sitting across from him at the breakfast table. He had taken so much for granted, and it wasn't fair. There was so much he had left to experience with her and it was whisked away in the matter of seconds.

"Fred? Hey Fred you awake in there?" George gave his brother a shove nearly causing him to stumble into the counter.

"Be careful George, you almost knocked fred over." Hermione slapped him lightly on the shoulder and sighed.

"It's alright Hermione. I'm perfectly capable of keeping my balance." Fred grinned lightly and steadied himself by leaning on the countertop.

George nodded at his brothers words. " Seriously Hermione. Gods, its not like I killed him or something." George's words trailed off slowly as he finished his sentence.

There was an uncomfortable silence between them and Hermione gave a nervous look towards Fred. He kept his composure better then she had expected. His eyes only watering slightly before he began ushering them out the door.

"Well, you two better hurry along then." He leaned the palm of his hand on Hermiones back and opened the door for her.

George followed silently, his eyes desperately trying to avoid the eyes of his brother. Upon closing the door behind them Fred let out a choked sob and pressed his ear up against the door. Although his heart wrenched at what George had slipped up, he couldn't help but chuckle as his brother received a reaming from Hermione.

"You idiot, I can't believe you said that!"

"I didn't mean anything by it, it just sort of came out."

"Oh yeah well how would you like it if I accidentally let it slip about…."

"Hermione…shhhh….someone will hear you!."

"Well next time think with your head instead of your arse."

"Yes, dear."

"Hey Uncle Fred whatcha doing? Fred lifted his head from the door and dropped his gaze to his nephew William.

"Just making sure your mum and dad were gone before we started doing things we shouldn't be doing." Fred smirked and took Williams hand. "Where's James?"

"In our room. He's playing with some goo stuff we made with our potions kit. " He dropped his voice to a whisper. " I was the one who remembered all the right ingredients." He smiled brightly and puffed his chest out.

"Well that's what I like to hear William. Now, how about we go sit with James and whip up a little surprise for mum and dad?" Fred let out a deep breath and smiled a bit wider. The only thing that could possibly light up his evening was the combination of two things. His nephews, and playing a practical joke.

William let out a hearty laugh. " Mummy wont like it very much. Yesterday we turned her hair purple and she told us if we did it again we would be in big trouble."

Upon entering the twins bedroom Fred dropped to the floor next to James. " Well, If your mum gets mad again then I'll take full responsibility for it. Besides, " Fred leaned in close and smirked. " Don't you think it would be awfully funny if your mum walked in the door and it started to rain on her?"

The boys burst into laughter which only caused Fred to smirk more.

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Alicia let out a long sigh and brought the mug of tea to her lips. It was pretty early for her to be in on a Friday evening, but then again there wasn't much for her to do. Katie had insisted they go out and have dinner together, but she still wasn't in the mood for much social interaction. She lied and said she had a busy night ahead of her, although her busy night really consisted of nothing. She didn't care though. An entire month had passed by and it still didn't seem real. Taking the mug away from her lips she leaned back in the couch and pulled her legs beneath her.

"Some action packed evening, Alicia. " Turning slightly to the side she let her eyes drop to a picture frame propped up on the side table.

Katie had given her the picture after it was taken about a year ago. The thought sent a shiver through her. A year ago everything had been fine. A year ago she was happy, and completely in love. Taking the picture into her hands she smiled softly and quickly wiped at a falling tear. She remembered the day like it only happened yesterday.

She was sitting with Oliver at the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. They had gone to see the final game of Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Oliver had his arm around her, and Alicia watched as his eyes darted around the pitch with excitement. She watched as the picture Alicia snuggled close to him due to the slight chill in the air. Gryffindor was falling behind by thirty points, and the entire place was in an uproar of excitement. Then there had been a short whistle blow, and they all stood up in silence. She remembered watching *Harry fly over to the announcement booth and whisper in the fourth years ear. The boy smirked and announced a victory for Gryffindor in which the entire stadium explode in cheers. Both her and Oliver were confused, and that's when the picture was snapped. After Katie took the picture she explained that the Gryffindor seeker had faked out the Slytherin seeker and managed to catch the snitch without anyone noticing.

A tiny tear drop slid down her cheek and landed just on the edge of the picture. It was such a memorable day, and now that's all it really was. A simple memory. Wiping it away she placed the picture back on the table and stood from the couch. She needed to get out of the house. Everything in here reeked of her love for Oliver and it was only depressing her more. Bringing her mug to the sink she quickly hurried to her room and opened her closet. She didn't need to dress up, but in the current mood she was in she felt like she needed to at least look presentable for a change.

Pulling a black knee length shell skirt out of the closet, she held it to her figure and nodded. Tossing it on the bed she began to rummage through her clothes again before her eyes fell on one of her favorite pink blouses. It had been one of Oliver's favorite as well. Holding it to her nose she inhaled deeply and choked back a sob. A hint of Oliver's cologne lingered just on the collar of the blouse. Shedding her current clothing she pulled the pink blouse on and reached for the skirt. Once it was pulled up around her waist she zipped the zipper. Giving her long dark hair a comb through she reached for her cloak and draped it over her shoulders.

It took her all of three seconds to grab her shoulder bag and lock the door before heading out onto the street. She didn't hesitate in the direction to where she was going. She knew exactly who could make her feel better at such a crummy time.

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"Ok, Uncle Fred its ready I think." James handed Fred a vial of green liquid and smiled. " William said this is going to be real funny."

Fred took the vial and reached for his wand." Oh Im sure it will be the funniest thing your mum and dad have seen in a long time." He grinned down at the boys and headed for the front door. "Now, your mum and dad should be home soon, so lets set this up now."

"Right." The twins replied in unison as they watched Fred mutter a charm at the door.

William gave James a nudge and they both giggled. Murmuring a few more charms Fred turned towards the boys and yawned. "Well then lads, I say we head to your room and pretend we don't know a thing. When your parents come inside they wont know what hit them. "

They boys smiled maliciously and took Fred's hand as he led them back to their bedroom. It wouldn't be long before Hermione and George returned home from the dinner, and they couldn't wait to see the look on their parents face as they became soaked. Sitting back down on the floor the boys covered their mouths with their hands as tiny chuckles escaped them. Fred ushered them to keep quiet as he heard a muffled noise coming from the front door.

"This is going to be great." William whispered.

"I know." James smirked and covered his mouth again.

"I do hope your parents enjoy the surprise." Fred, turned his ear towards the front door and waited.

"FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN!" A shriek came from the sitting room and the three boys rolled on the floor with laughter.

Fred grabbed his stomach while the twins began to cry in a fit of giggles. Getting to his feet Fred staggered down the hall and wiped at his face.

"Oi, Hermione. It was all my idea, don't get angry with the boys."

"I'm sure Hermione won't mind at all Fred considering you got me and not her!"

Fred snapped his eyes opened and felt his face sink. The prank had worked great, spectacular even. Although it didn't look like Alicia really enjoyed standing there soaking wet.

Poor old Fred. What will happen now that Alicia is completely soaked? And will she seek out her revenge? Find out next time.

*Harry is the Quidditch Ref and the Flying instructor at Hogwarts.

I apologize for this being so short, but well I wasn't exactly feeling this chapter. However I do guarantee an awesome chapter 4. Some good stuff is bound to happen I promise. So please leave a review or a flame. Caution: Flames are hazardous to your health.