Chapter Three: Famous Beaters and Mansions and Twins, Oh My!

Disclaimer: See chapter one.

A/N: I know, I know. No one ever used the expression "pimp me out" in the 80s. And even if they did, they wouldn't say it in Europe. I just couldn't come up with a synonym. And there's a lot OOC-ness (at one point, Fred behaves like a Wood fan-girl), but bear with me. It'll be right in chapter 5.

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Antoinette "Toni" Toussaint stood on Platform 9 ¾ and tapped her foot impatiently. She just couldn't believe how long it was taking the Hogwarts Express to pull into Kings Cross. It never took forever when she was in school. But then, she had gone to Beauxbatons, not Hogwarts. And she was a Toussaint, which was an entirely different entity in itself.

So just why was the Holyhead Harpies Beater waiting at Platform 9 ¾? Today was the day her favourite niece, Angelina, came home from her first year at Hogwarts. She hadn't seen the girl in almost a year, far too long, if you asked her. And since Angelina loved Quidditch almost as much as Toni herself did, they had a lot of practising to do because Angelina wanted to play on the Gryffindor house team next year. Besides, what better way to find out more about any boys that her twelve-year-old niece fancied than over a relaxing, fast-paced game of Quidditch?

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On the Hogwarts Express…

"So, Angel, what are we doing this summer?" Fred asked the girl sitting across from him.

"I told you: it's a surprise, Fred."

"Can't you tell me one ickle thing?"

"Fine. Alicia, Lee and George aren't the only ones that are going to France."

The other three occupants of the compartment broke off their conversation to swivel their heads around to look at Angelina. Lee winked at her, but no one noticed. "What?" she asked, bewildered.

"You said…" Fred began.

"That you and Fred…" George continued.

"Are going to France!" the twins finished together.

Angelina looked at her companions. "Well, yeah. We go every year; my mother's family is French."

"What part of France are they from?" Alicia asked.

"Cognac."

"So that's why you knew what Bordeaux is like in the summer."

"Yeah."

"Then why did you avoid my question when I asked you before? I mean, you had a perfectly logical reason for knowing."

Again, Angelina ignored her. "So, George, I hear that you can't wait to meet Lee's sisters." George beamed at her.

"Oh yeah! I want to meet these so-called Queens of Pranks. There's no way that they can be as good as me and Fred."

Angelina snuck a look over at Lee, who was somehow managing to listen to the conversation with a straight face. Poor George, she thought, he doesn't know what he's in for. She shook her head and glanced back at Lee, raising an eyebrow and mouthing, "You didn't warn him?"

Lee nodded slightly and mouthed back, "I did, but he didn't believe me. Poor bloke doesn't have a clue."

"But he's getting set up and he doesn't have a chance."

"Since when do you have a conscience, Sugar Quill? Are you going soft on me?"

"Hell no! I just can't believe that you'd do this to your best friend."

"But you'll laugh your arse off."

"Only because I'm in on the prank."

"Nope. You'll laugh because you're sadistically evil and it's damn funny."

Only Fred caught the exchange between Lee and Angelina; Alicia was focused intently on George's description of the pranks he intended to pull on Lee's sisters in order to prove that he was the best prankster around. I don't care what George said; there is definitely something going on between those two and I'm going to find out what it is.

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At Kings Cross…

The five friends parted ways once they exited the train. Alicia went with her parents and brothers while George and Lee headed towards Lee's mum and stepdad. This left Angelina and Fred standing on the platform.

"This is weird," Angelina mused aloud. "My parents are never late for anything." But Fred didn't answer her; he was staring at a striking woman who appeared to be impatiently waiting for someone.

"Angel! Look!" he yelled as he tugged on the sleeve of Angelina's robes. When Angelina turned around she saw none other than:

"Aunt Toni!" she shrieked, running toward the brown-haired Beater.

"Namesake!" Toni yelled in just as loud a voice as her young niece, while a dumbfounded Fred just stared.

"Angel, do you know who that is?! That's Antoinette 'Toni' Toussaint, star Beater for the Holyhead Harpies and the first female Beater in history to make the –" He was cut off by his friend.

"French national team. I know, Fred. Would you like her autograph? She doesn't sign too many, so they're fairly rare."

"Oh thanks, Angelina; just pimp me out. And aren't you going to introduce me to your friend, since he seems to already know who I am," Toni broke in.

"Aunt Toni, this is Fred Weasley. Fred, this is my aunt, Toni Toussaint."

Fred grabbed Toni's hand and enthusiastically shook it. "I can't believe I'm meeting you. I mean, you are the greatest Beater of our generation; the third greatest ever, after the Broadmoors."

Angelina laughed at her friend's hero worship. "Fred, calm down and quit fawning over her; her head's big enough as it is. It's not like you're meeting Celestina Warbeck or someone really important."

Toni glared at her niece. "Celestina Warbeck is a talentless hack." Turning to Fred, she added, "Flattery will get you everywhere. Ignore Angelina; she's just jealous that I've got your attention."

Angelina playfully smacked her aunt. "What are you implying, woman?" she asked with mock anger.

"Do you really want me to answer that question?" Toni winked at Angelina who groaned.

"No, I suppose not. So what are you doing here?"

"I haven't seen you in almost a year; I needed to make sure that you hadn't frozen to death in Scotland. Of course, I got to see Audrey and Abby, but it wasn't the same. Besides, who else was going to prepare you for being on the Quidditch team next year?" Toni answered as the three walked toward the limousine that was to take them back to Angelina's house.

"I didn't know you were trying out for the team, Angel," Fred broke in, interrupting the banter between the relatives. Toni made a mental note to talk to Angelina later; the girl hated to be called "Angel." This Fred kid must be someone really special.

"Lee didn't tell you?" Fred shook his head and Angelina thought she saw a flash of anger in his eyes. "I'm trying out for Chaser."

Toni looked at her niece in shock. "What do you mean you're going to be a Chaser?! I thought that you were going to try out for Keeper or Beater!"

Seeing Fred's confused expression, Angelina thought it best if she explained her aunt's outburst to her friend. "I usually play Keeper at home, but I can't play it at school because that's Wood's position." Fred nodded. "And this one," she continued, jerking her thumb at Toni "has this delusion that I'll be a Beater like her, even though that's my sister's department."

Toni's face was the picture of mock indignance after Angelina's comment. "Well, can you blame me? I mean, your mother did name you after me for a reason." Seeing the blank look on the young boy's face, she added, "Yes, Fred, Angelina's middle name is 'Antoinette.'

"Actually, I was just trying come up with a way to ask you train me for one of the Beater spots next year." Then Fred turned to Angelina. "Why didn't you tell me that Toni Toussaint was related to you? Hell, if I were you, I would've told all of Hogwarts."

"Would you have believed me?" I can't believe he hasn't figured out who my parents are yet, she thought. Maybe I should just tell him now. I mean, he'll know in a few minutes, anyway; if tell him now, he won't get all weird around them. But that would mean spoiling Lee's fun and who am I to ruin a great prank?

"Good point, Angel. Angel!" Fred says waving one of his hands in front of her face after noticing that she seemed to be in deep thought. "Whatever fantasy you were having about me, snap out of it! Toni says we're here." I wonder if she really WAS thinking about me. Or Lee.

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At Angelina's…

When Fred stepped out of the limousine, he was awe-struck. He knew that Angelina's family was rich, but he had no idea how rich. Angelina called her home a "house," but that wasn't an accurate description; what stood in front of Fred was a huge castle almost the size of Hogwarts. Wow! George doesn't know what he's missing!

Angelina's voice broke into his thoughts. "Well Mr. Weasley, welcome to Le Chateau du Johnson, otherwise known as my house," she announced. "I hope you enjoy your stay."

"You sound like a house-elf."

"I've been around them long enough to know what they sound like."

"No kidding. I have to owl George about this place; there's no way Lee's house can top this!"

"What did you two do? Bet about whose summer is going to be better?"

"Something like that," Fred said and he winked at her.

Just then, two girls carrying broomsticks came sprinting out the front door, both of them tall with ebony hair in braids. They must be Angelina's sisters, Fred thought. They look just like her. One of them, he noticed, looked so much like Angelina that if he didn't know better, he'd swear they were twins. But that's impossible; if Angelina had a twin, she'd be at Hogwarts with her. Unless she was a squib. But Angelina once said that her sisters were most definitely witches in every sense of the word.

"Two weeks, Angie! TWO WEEKS! We have had to play Quidditch with Papa for a Keeper for two weeks!" the girl that could be Angelina's twin yelled. "Oh, hello," she said noticing Fred. Turning back to her sister, she asked "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

"First, Abby, calm down. I'm sorry you had to play with a horrible Keeper, but it's not my fault Hogwarts finishes later than Beauxbatons. Second, Audrey, Abby, this is Fred Weasley. Fred, these two twits are my sisters Audrey and Abigail." Seeing a glare from her double, she quickly amended, "Audrey and Abby."

"You two go to Beauxbatons?" Fred asked in an astonished tone. I thought for sure that they were younger since Angel goes to Hogwarts with me.

"Yeah. Our mother wanted us educated at the same school she went to. She's French, but I'm pretty sure you figured that out since you've met Aunt Toni. Papa went to Hogwarts and wanted us there so they compromised: Abby and I go to Beauxbatons and Angie goes to Hogwarts," Audrey answered.

"Oh. So you're both older than Angel?" Audrey and Abby exchanged glances. "What?"

"You just called…" Abby started.

"Angie 'Angel' and…" Audrey continued.

"She didn't slap you!" they chimed in together. Then they turned to their sister who was blushing. "You like him!"

"Audrey Annabelle and Abigail Isabelle…" Angelina warned her sisters."

"We were just kidding, Angelina. No need to use full names," Abby said. Then she turned to Fred. He has nice eyes. Too bad Angie likes him. But she DID mention that he has a twin, she thought before saying, "Yes, we're older than Angie. Audrey is two years older than her, and I'm 13 minutes older."

"Bloody hell, Angelina! Why didn't you tell me that you have an identical twin?" Fred asked his friend.

"Two reasons," she answered. "If I said, 'Wow, twins! I have a twin, too,' you and George wouldn't have believed me. You would've thought I was mad and avoided me all year. Secondly, we're fraternal, not identical. Check it out, Fred. Our eye colour is different."

Fred looked from Angelina to Abby and noticed that Abby didn't have the same beautiful shade of honey-brown as Angelina. Rather, they were a warm hazel tint. Didn't I hear something about a set of almost-identical twins with different eye colours? he thought, before pushing it to the back of his mind. "I didn't notice that before."

"Well, if we're all done with the introductions and Abby is done flirting with Angie's boyfriend, can we go out back and play some Quidditch now?" Audrey asked with a smile.

"Shut up!" the three twelve-year-olds yelled.

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Well, that's chapter 3. Again, I apologise for the OOC-ness; it will get better, I promise. Oh yeah, a couple of sequels are already in the works. One takes place ten years later and is being co-written with AngelsFred. Next chapter: Lee and George.