~ Twin Terrors ~
~ Song: "Missing" by: Everything But the Girl ~
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
9:30 A.M.
As George opened the door to his shop with his twin brother, a bell rings. Closing the door with a soft thump the bells rings some more. Smirking George waits, the bell continuing to ring. Brilliant invention, Mione. A ringing bell until the customer gets some service.
"George!" snaps Fred attempting to look agitated. Huffing he runs a hand over his tired face. "Mum wants to know if you're coming today?"
"To the reunion thing?" questions George as Fred nods his head. "I said that I would." Answers George slightly upset.
Holding up his hands, Fred states, "Yeah, but that was before Neville was found three weeks ago. Everyone knows that Dumbledore plans on mentioning Hermione. And everyone knows that it's a sensitive topic for you."
Grumbling George hangs up his black dress robe, a bright homemade sweater was underneath. "Just because they found Neville in the rustics of Australia." And not my Hermione. "Doesn't mean that I've giving up on her being alive."
"I know," states Fred heading back upstairs
Watching his twin leaves George whispers, "It's just hard sometimes thinking that she's out there somewhere."
The Burrow
10:30 A.M.
Landing with a loud crack, Fred and George smirk at their
mother's startled expression. Quickly snatching a fresh roll of the
plate in
her hands, Fred and George moved away from her.
"Do you two think you could possibly act your age," demands Molly glaring at her twin sons. "What you're nieces must think of you? And you, Fred," says Molly as she points a finger at him. "You're about to become a father."
"Just getting in some last minute good old fashion fun," laughs Fred.
"Don't even look to me," laughs George holding up his hands. "All hope of taming me was lost years ago."
"Oh, George," cries Molly hurriedly placing the plate on the table before giving her son a bone crushing hug. "I'm so sorry, do you feel up to even going today?"
Swallowing hard, George takes a breath after his mother lets him go. "I'm going. The store is closed for the day; everyone is going to be there. Beside which Fred and I have made plans."
"George! Fred," shouts Molly steely staring at George. "I forbid you two from doing any pranks, mischief or showing any new products!"
"But mum," laughs Fred winding up his mother. "It's the perfect…."
"Fredrick Alabaster Weasley!" snaps Molly putting her hands on her hips. A round of laughter comes from all of her children at the table.
"They're going to be playing Quidditch," laughs Arthur kissing Molly on her cheek. "Beside when are they not into mischief?"
~ Song: Rock the Cradle of Love: by Billy Idol ~
Dumbledore's Hogwarts
Reunion
St. Jackson Park
1:30 PM
Sitting down with his family, George notices that they were placed directly in front of the Head Table. Smirking George points this out to Fred, who smirks at him in return. Still trying to tame us. When will they ever learn?
Five feet to the left of the Head Table stood Dumbledore giving a speech on a small podium. High in the sky behind Dumbledore were the two kids dressed in black. Must be wearing their Quidditch gear.
"And in conclusion," says Dumbledore rather softly. "We're here today to honor those who had fought so bravely by our side and who is still missing: Hermione Granger."
The kids were getting reckless on the brooms, going extremely high then shooting straight down. Judging by the speed and stopping power they must be on Fireblots. Turning his attention back to Dumbledore, George catches the last of his speech.
"Without whom, many of us wouldn't be here to today. So in her honor, I want everyone to take this opportunity to look around and get to know someone new. Learn something new. Plus have some fun doing so."
Clapping along with everyone else, George nudges Fred while pointing out the two kids who were getting more reckless by the minute. Where are those kid's parents? Mum would blow a fit if I did half of what they're doing at their age. Getting a hard nudge from Harry, George smiles at the silent communication.
St. Jackson Park
High in the air
After collecting their brooms, Harry, Fred and George sail up into the air, keeping a look out for the two kids. Fred spots them as they're doing crazy dangerous circles. As they get closer, George narrows his eyes. What type of Quidditch gear are they wearing? Since when does if have a roll of balls on the feet.
As the two kids were twenty feet away, one breaks away from the other. Heading straight for the Head Table. Pull up! Come on kid's pull up! You don't want Professor McGonagall mad at you. It's going to hurt if you crash. Trust me.
BOOM!
Everyone jumps as the broom makes contract with the table. The kid who was on the broom goes flying in the air, landing with a sickening thud in front of an irate Professor Snape. Grimacing George cracks open one eye. Of all the rotten luck, the poor sod had to land there.
"George!" gasps Harry high above him. "Move it! The other one is coming this way!"
Quickly glancing over his shoulder, George immediately sees a black blur heading directly at him. Hey, I am not a beater any more! Maneuvering his broom to the right, George barely misses getting hit. Bloody stupid prat!
"Fred," shouts George as he watches the other kid start to spin out. "I don't think that kid can control his broom!"
"He's going to kill himself it he hits the tower," observes Harry. "Fred you're closest see if you can catch him." What? Merlin, Harry's right. What kind of parent give their kids Firebolts? Watching Fred streak after the rogue kid, George shakes his head.
St. Jackson Park
Near Head Table
"Come on, kid," groans Fred as he lands next to an irate Professor Snape. "Your friend is going to be fine."
"I'm not his friend," snaps the kid on the table as the kid in Fred's arms snaps, "He's not my friend! He's my brother!" The kids go silent as Madam Pomfrey finishes healing the kid on the table.
"Jay! Did you see that?" excitedly questions the kid on the table while pointing to Madam Pomfrey. "She just waved around that piece of wood and I'm all better! No pain at all!"
"Yeah, I saw it," shouts Jay. "Wicked!" Almost dropping the kid in his arms from shock, Fred lets him go as he steps away from the table.
Bouncing up from the table, the kids give Madam Pomfrey a huge smile as she gasps holding her chest, stepping back. Everyone standing around the table go pale as realization that the kids were muggles sinks in.
Professor Snape whips out his wand. "Headmaster, should I Obliviate them?" softly questions Professor Snape his black eyes narrowing in on the two boys.
"Who's Obliviate?" The kids on the table look at Professor Snape funny as one takes off his black helmet, ruffling his hand through his hair. "Weasley! What's the meaning of this?" demands Professor Snape as he hisses at Fred. Fred looks at Professor confused, holding up both hands Fred steps further away.
"Meaning of what?" asks the Jay's. Looking around them for answers but all the adults were standing looking god-smacked.
When the kid on the table lowers his hand to his side, everyone could literally see why Professor Snape was angry. There on the table, was a young boy with socking red hair, flaming red hair. In short Weasley red hair. The other kid took off his helmet, which revolved the same flaming red hair.
As the kids sit next to each other, and smirk to each other, Mrs. Weasley mistakes them for her sons. "Fred! George! How dare you!" rants Mrs. Weasley as she puts her hands on her hips. Advancing on the teacher's table. Glaring at the two boys on the table, "I don't know how you managed to shrink yourselves but this time you've gone too far. Hitting the Head Table with your broom! What do you have to say for yourselves?"
Glancing once to each other the boys shrug. "Who's Fred?" Mrs. Weasley blinks before she narrows her eyes. "Who's George?" Then in unison, "I'm Jay." Mrs. Weasley watches the two boy's point to themselves.
St. Jackson Park
High in the air
"Harry!" shouts George getting his attention. "I'm going down to see how the other kid is doing."
"I'll come with you," Harry replies as he flies closer to George. Together the two men land in the shade near the teacher's table. Fred has retreated into the shade with his hands up.
"Oi! Mum," greets George as he and Harry approach the table, stepping out of the shade. "Did you find out whose kids they are? Because I want a word with their parents, giving these two a Firebolts without any supervision."
Mrs. Weasley gasps as George comes closer to the table; she gasps even more when Fred places a hand on her shoulder. "Great Merlin," mutters Mrs. Weasley plainly shocked to see replicates her sons on the table. "How is this possible?"
"What's a Firebolt?" questions Jay looking interested. While the other asks, "Who's Merlin? Do you mean like the wizard from King Arthur's time?"
"The broom you were flying," answers Harry getting a stern look from Professor McGonagall.
"Cool!" shouts the other Jay. "Except one thing," say the Jay who landed on the table, pointing his finger towards the broom he fell off of. "Our Mom didn't get us brooms. Two foreign dolts left them laying on the ground when they got into a tiff about some sport."
"Yeah, one sounded like he was Russian," laughs the other Jay. Then standing up he hunches his shoulders and does an actuate impression of Krum. As his brother takes over doing an impression of Oliver Wood. They break up laughing at each other as everyone else looks on.
"Wood and Krum," mutters Professor Snape pinching his nose. "What could they have been thinking?"
"Thinking?" snickers both of the Jay's. "You give them far too much credit." At this Professor Snape's eyebrows shoot up, plainly shocked at what the kids are saying. "Thinking consists of one to have or formulate in the mind or reason about or reflect on; ponder or to judge or regard. They were plainly not thinking."
"What?" questions a confused Professor Sprout.
"It's the definition of thinking by the Webster's world dictionary," responses the Jay's in surround sound.
"Bloody hell," whispers George blinking hard that the kids. "That sounded…I mean…."
"Just like Hermione," whispers Harry looking at them owlishly. Excitement floods Harry, looking between George and the kids. "They look like you, but sound just like Hermione!"
Fred gaps at the kids, realizing that Harry was right. Most of the teachers take a quick breath before then excitement starts to rise in the group.
"What?" gasps George taking another look at the kids on the table. Could it possibly be? New Hope that Hermione is alive starts to fill George. With critical eyes, George looks over the kids. Mum would be the best judge and she has already mistaken them for us.
"Headmaster," sneers Professor Trelawny pulling out her wand. "It is unverified that they are anything but muggles. We should Obliviate them."
"These people are weird," plainly states one Jay.
"I completely agree," agrees the other Jay. "Last one back to mom is a rotten egg!" They look at each other and smirk. Moving swiftly, one jumps at Professor Trelawny while the other jumps at her hand. The boys land on their roller blades while Professor Trelawny lands flat on her back.
"Why you!" screeches Professor Trelawny reaching up for her wand.
Jabbing it towards her, Jay hisses, "Silencio!" Thus silencing the woman. "I need to get one of these!" shouts Jay. "Me too," shouts the other as they race away from the adults. Waving the wand around as they went, causing a range of things to happen.
"No wait," calls Dumbledore as the kid's roller blade away. "Come back!"
"What are you waiting for?" snaps Molly startling everyone. "You three have brooms! Go chase them and find out if they're my grandkids!"
A course of "Yes Madam's." Come from Harry, Fred and George as they mounted their brooms.
"If they're anything like Fred or George Weasley," complains Professor Snape turning towards Dumbledore. "I'll quiet before they start first year."
"Oh shoo," huffs Professor McGonagall waving her hand in front of Severus. A rare full-blown smile dances across her face. "If they're anything like Hermione we're going to have to improve the circulaium."
"I completely agree," mutters Dumbledore with his blue eyes twinkling like mad. "But in the meantime we need to be sure that they're Weasley's. And I want to know if they're Hermione's."
Until Later