A/N: A cute and fluffy Fred and George non-slash fic! lol. It came to
me suddenly when I was washing the dishes in my kitchen. I'm not sure how
it suddenly played out to me, but I knew everything I wanted in here and
how I wanted to write it perfectly in place. So I wrote it, and here it is.
I really like how it turned out, so I hope you do too. Make sure to check
out my other stories! :) Please read and review, it means a lot and doesn't
take up much time! I swear! Thanks to those who support my obsessiveness. I
wouldn't get this far without you. lol. Happy reading!
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When you're a wizard, magic isn't a word to sum up superstitions and strange occurrences that seem to have no explanation. In the wizarding world magic is a way of life. Everything about magic is explainable, whether it be through books, wizard parents, or professors at special wizard schools. It took some special people to make me realize this isn't always the case. True, pure, and unteachable magic still exists within this world. I'm thankful I know those who can make it happen.
There was one family in particular that changed my life drastically in the best possible way. The Weasley Family was a pureblood family of the non-slytherin variety. I've never known a better lot of witches and wizards since I've entered this crazy lifestyle. They gave me love, support, and a place to call home when I was in need of one the most. I'll never be able to make it up to them. I can only offer my deepest gratitude and return their unconditional love.
I could talk to you about the youngest member of the Weasley family and my new wife, Ginny. She's passionate about her family and friends with a one of a kind personality and a fiery temper. I didn't come to terms with how important she was to me until a few years ago. It took me awhile, but lucky for me she forgave me.
I could also mention the two oldest offspring of the Weasley clan, Charlie and Bill. They were true Gryffindors if I ever saw 'em, braver and strong of heart. I didn't see the many sides to their personalities until I was allowed to join the order, but I always looked up to them in a way. They knew what they wanted to be doing and they didn't let anything stand in the way of their happiness.
I could go on forever about Ron Weasley and his wife Hermione. They were the first friends I had ever made. I doubt there is anyone who knows me better than those two. All my first magical experiences happened when they were with me. I'll never forget what good they've done for me in my life.
Then there's Percy Weasley. He left the family in a less than respectable way during my 5th year at Hogwarts. He isn't mentioned much anymore around the rest of the Weasleys. In all honesty, I could care less. Percy was never on friendly terms with me anyway. In fact, I hardly saw him unless he was scorning my friends and I for breaking rules. Or if he was keeping a watchful eye on me for the ministry. Damned bloody git.
Perhaps I could even tell you about Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. They are truly loving people and have treated me as one of their own since I came to know Ron and the others. They've fought to protect me, fed me, and let me marry their only daughter. I owe them so much, but yet they want nothing for all they have done. I can't imagine what would have happened to me if they weren't there for support and guidance.
All of these people mean so much to me, but this story is going to revolve around the two middle Weasley children. Fred and George, the Weasley twins: two extraordinary wizards.
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It was a few years ago after the defeat of Voldemort that I had decided to take a visit to Diagon Alley. I was 17, had just graduated from Hogwarts, and was finally free to walk through the world without fear. There were no more order members following me around, no more reason for me to stay with the Dursleys, and no threat of an attack on me or the people around me. For me, it was like heaven on earth. It was something I had never gotten to experience. Ginny, just recently becoming my girlfriend, came along with me to window shop and enjoy the first new days of summer.
That day it seemed like we were the only ones with smiles on our faces. The alley, usually filled with excited children, shopping mums, and various venders seemed dull and dreary. I should have expected this, but I hadn't. I was surprised to find the people wore expressions of fatigue, worry, and disdain. It took me awhile to understand that hard times had only just come to an end. Many still feared attacks and a surprise resurfacing of death eaters. You couldn't blame them. After all, they had been told Voldemort had been killed once, and yet somehow he was stalking me through my entire 7 years at Hogwarts.
That was another thing. There were many witches and wizards that were staring at ME in a less than comfortable way. That also should not have come as a surprise. It's not every day (and not necessarily a normal situation) that a young boy defeats one of the most powerful dark wizards in history, but I did so. In fact, I defeated him almost every year I had been in the wizarding world, my 7th year at Hogwarts being the last he would return. I, Harry Potter, had gotten rid of him for good. Yet that wasn't always something I was particularly proud of. It still haunts me now and again.
Ginny lightly grasped my arm when she felt that I was beginning to enter a daze. She was getting pretty good at reading my facial expressions. The small smile that formed on her lips was enough to keep my spirits high. I was in Diagon Alley with a beautiful girl, and I could buy whatever I wanted.
Even the witches and wizards eating ice cream were looking a tad sour. There was one boy that I had my eye on for quite some time while Ginny was in the shop across the alley. He was happily licking his ice cream as if it were the greatest treat he'd been given. He merrily kicked his legs up and down against the bench he was resting on. It made me heart swell a bit to see him so unscathed, unlike everyone else I had seen that day. He hummed to himself and smiled a bit as he nibbled away at the sugar cone. It wasn't until Ginny called my name that I snapped out of my thoughts. We continued onward, arm in arm.
Ginny stopped abruptly and after a short moment took my hand. Her eyes shone with delight and she leaned in close to me as if she had some secret to tell.
"Can you hear it?" she whispered into my ear, making me tingle just slightly.
I had to strain my ears a bit, but in a minute or so I knew what she had been referring to. In the distance, down the alley away was the sound of laughter. It filled me with an indescribable feeling and I gripped Ginny's hand just a little tighter.
"What are we waiting for?" I asked her with a bright smile. She returned the gesture and we continued down the alley, finally stopping in front of a decent sized shop.
Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes
I had been to the shop before an odd number of times. Mostly when I was shopping for school supplies before a new term at Hogwarts, but a couple times during a holiday visit at the burrow. The Weasley Twins, Fred and George owned the store. They had the same heart, similar minds, but definitely unique personalities. Of course by unique personalities I mean that one came up with the candy products and the other with the ordinary looking objects (that weren't so ordinary!). The first impression of them you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Mrs. Weasley herself had some trouble keeping them separate, but Ginny could tell them apart straight away.
She dragged me into the store, though not so reluctantly, and beamed with pride at her two older brothers. They were entertaining a large group of children. A banner above their heads gave me the information I needed to figure out what was going on.
'Product Demonstration and Samples Today!'
Ginny eagerly walked up to her brothers and gave them each a small kiss on the cheek.
"Oy, Harry! Hurry up and she may give you one too!" George called out to me. My cheeks flushed a little, but I gave him a look that said 'I get them whenever I want'. That eventually shut him up.
"Who knows what this is, eh? Could it be a regular old, boring quill?" Fred asked his audience.
"No!" they shouted in unison.
"By heavens Fred, I think they've figured us out!" George pretended to be alarmed and gave a small gasp. The young witches and wizards let out yelps of laughter as the quill splurged out all over George's robes. George simply shrugged and gave his twin a big hug. Laughter erupted once more when they noticed Fred's jacket was now changing colors rapidly.
"I can't seem to figure out what they're so mad over. It's just a hug? Perhaps one of them could use and nice, big, George Weasley hug?" he asked. They screamed in excitement and backed away as he inched towards them. Ginny shook her head, 'tutting' as they carried on with their antics.
We must have been in the shop for an hour while the twins demonstrated their products. They would make up all sorts of stories to get their customers interested in buying their strange inventions. One I can remember quite clearly.
"We used this new and improved dungbomb to defeat you-know-who didn't we Gerogey-boy?" Fred mentioned and winked at his brother.
"Ah yes. Poor Voldie was so sensitive to the stink that he keeled over right in front of us!" George joked and stuck out his chest.
"No you didn't! Harry Potter got rid of Voldemort! He's a hero!" a little boy in the back piped up. I shifted uneasily as he pointed this out, but I felt honored all the same. People looked up to me, Harry Potter. How bizarre.
"Ah yes! I forgot. Well, I guess I'm just getting my dark lords confused then!" Fred announced chuckling.
Ginny proceeded to tell the children stories about Fred and George when they were attending Hogwarts. She didn't neglect to mention one of their first inventions, ton-tongue toffees. 'That was definitely a favorite of Dudley's!' I thought with a snicker. Also included were the extendable ears, their love of quidditch, and a few other family stories I hadn't been informed of. All in all, it made for an interesting few hours.
When most of the customers were filing out of the store, Ginny came wandering up to where I stood in the corner. I had been watching her talk with her brothers for awhile then, just admiring how much they cared for each other. I didn't know then that I would become a member of their family, but I was sort of hoping for it. She placed her hand in mine and leaned up against my body. We stood that way for a long time, just watching as Fred and George handed out specific joke items to different children. It was as if they knew the perfect prank to pull for every occasion.
Around 8 that night Ginny and I headed back down the alley from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. I couldn't help but talk to her about everything that I had seen that day. It was as if I was seeing things in a completely different way. Maybe that's when I grew-up partially. I finally knew everything that I wanted my life to include.
"Did you see the effect they had on all those little kids? They were so happy! I mean, that was certainly a change of pace from what we saw earlier!" I said excitedly, anxious to run into one of those little kids again. Part of me really wanted to find out how their pranks turned out.
"Of course I did! I started to believe my mum when she would yell at those two. She'd complain about how the shop was a waste of time and money, but today... I sort of feel like maybe they've made a lasting impression on the community" Ginny replied thoughtfully and snaked her arm through mine once again. She leaned her head up against my shoulder and I took in a whiff of her perfume.
"How did they get so good with charms and things? They never seemed to pay much attention in school?" I asked no in particular. Ginny sighed and I felt her breath flow gently across my shoulder.
"It's a different sort of magic, isn't it?" she asked in return and smiled up at me warmly. I nodded and rubbed her arm as we headed for the burrow.
The funny thing is, I still believe her to this day. It was a different sort of magic, and it would stay with me forever.
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When you're a wizard, magic isn't a word to sum up superstitions and strange occurrences that seem to have no explanation. In the wizarding world magic is a way of life. Everything about magic is explainable, whether it be through books, wizard parents, or professors at special wizard schools. It took some special people to make me realize this isn't always the case. True, pure, and unteachable magic still exists within this world. I'm thankful I know those who can make it happen.
There was one family in particular that changed my life drastically in the best possible way. The Weasley Family was a pureblood family of the non-slytherin variety. I've never known a better lot of witches and wizards since I've entered this crazy lifestyle. They gave me love, support, and a place to call home when I was in need of one the most. I'll never be able to make it up to them. I can only offer my deepest gratitude and return their unconditional love.
I could talk to you about the youngest member of the Weasley family and my new wife, Ginny. She's passionate about her family and friends with a one of a kind personality and a fiery temper. I didn't come to terms with how important she was to me until a few years ago. It took me awhile, but lucky for me she forgave me.
I could also mention the two oldest offspring of the Weasley clan, Charlie and Bill. They were true Gryffindors if I ever saw 'em, braver and strong of heart. I didn't see the many sides to their personalities until I was allowed to join the order, but I always looked up to them in a way. They knew what they wanted to be doing and they didn't let anything stand in the way of their happiness.
I could go on forever about Ron Weasley and his wife Hermione. They were the first friends I had ever made. I doubt there is anyone who knows me better than those two. All my first magical experiences happened when they were with me. I'll never forget what good they've done for me in my life.
Then there's Percy Weasley. He left the family in a less than respectable way during my 5th year at Hogwarts. He isn't mentioned much anymore around the rest of the Weasleys. In all honesty, I could care less. Percy was never on friendly terms with me anyway. In fact, I hardly saw him unless he was scorning my friends and I for breaking rules. Or if he was keeping a watchful eye on me for the ministry. Damned bloody git.
Perhaps I could even tell you about Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. They are truly loving people and have treated me as one of their own since I came to know Ron and the others. They've fought to protect me, fed me, and let me marry their only daughter. I owe them so much, but yet they want nothing for all they have done. I can't imagine what would have happened to me if they weren't there for support and guidance.
All of these people mean so much to me, but this story is going to revolve around the two middle Weasley children. Fred and George, the Weasley twins: two extraordinary wizards.
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It was a few years ago after the defeat of Voldemort that I had decided to take a visit to Diagon Alley. I was 17, had just graduated from Hogwarts, and was finally free to walk through the world without fear. There were no more order members following me around, no more reason for me to stay with the Dursleys, and no threat of an attack on me or the people around me. For me, it was like heaven on earth. It was something I had never gotten to experience. Ginny, just recently becoming my girlfriend, came along with me to window shop and enjoy the first new days of summer.
That day it seemed like we were the only ones with smiles on our faces. The alley, usually filled with excited children, shopping mums, and various venders seemed dull and dreary. I should have expected this, but I hadn't. I was surprised to find the people wore expressions of fatigue, worry, and disdain. It took me awhile to understand that hard times had only just come to an end. Many still feared attacks and a surprise resurfacing of death eaters. You couldn't blame them. After all, they had been told Voldemort had been killed once, and yet somehow he was stalking me through my entire 7 years at Hogwarts.
That was another thing. There were many witches and wizards that were staring at ME in a less than comfortable way. That also should not have come as a surprise. It's not every day (and not necessarily a normal situation) that a young boy defeats one of the most powerful dark wizards in history, but I did so. In fact, I defeated him almost every year I had been in the wizarding world, my 7th year at Hogwarts being the last he would return. I, Harry Potter, had gotten rid of him for good. Yet that wasn't always something I was particularly proud of. It still haunts me now and again.
Ginny lightly grasped my arm when she felt that I was beginning to enter a daze. She was getting pretty good at reading my facial expressions. The small smile that formed on her lips was enough to keep my spirits high. I was in Diagon Alley with a beautiful girl, and I could buy whatever I wanted.
Even the witches and wizards eating ice cream were looking a tad sour. There was one boy that I had my eye on for quite some time while Ginny was in the shop across the alley. He was happily licking his ice cream as if it were the greatest treat he'd been given. He merrily kicked his legs up and down against the bench he was resting on. It made me heart swell a bit to see him so unscathed, unlike everyone else I had seen that day. He hummed to himself and smiled a bit as he nibbled away at the sugar cone. It wasn't until Ginny called my name that I snapped out of my thoughts. We continued onward, arm in arm.
Ginny stopped abruptly and after a short moment took my hand. Her eyes shone with delight and she leaned in close to me as if she had some secret to tell.
"Can you hear it?" she whispered into my ear, making me tingle just slightly.
I had to strain my ears a bit, but in a minute or so I knew what she had been referring to. In the distance, down the alley away was the sound of laughter. It filled me with an indescribable feeling and I gripped Ginny's hand just a little tighter.
"What are we waiting for?" I asked her with a bright smile. She returned the gesture and we continued down the alley, finally stopping in front of a decent sized shop.
Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes
I had been to the shop before an odd number of times. Mostly when I was shopping for school supplies before a new term at Hogwarts, but a couple times during a holiday visit at the burrow. The Weasley Twins, Fred and George owned the store. They had the same heart, similar minds, but definitely unique personalities. Of course by unique personalities I mean that one came up with the candy products and the other with the ordinary looking objects (that weren't so ordinary!). The first impression of them you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Mrs. Weasley herself had some trouble keeping them separate, but Ginny could tell them apart straight away.
She dragged me into the store, though not so reluctantly, and beamed with pride at her two older brothers. They were entertaining a large group of children. A banner above their heads gave me the information I needed to figure out what was going on.
'Product Demonstration and Samples Today!'
Ginny eagerly walked up to her brothers and gave them each a small kiss on the cheek.
"Oy, Harry! Hurry up and she may give you one too!" George called out to me. My cheeks flushed a little, but I gave him a look that said 'I get them whenever I want'. That eventually shut him up.
"Who knows what this is, eh? Could it be a regular old, boring quill?" Fred asked his audience.
"No!" they shouted in unison.
"By heavens Fred, I think they've figured us out!" George pretended to be alarmed and gave a small gasp. The young witches and wizards let out yelps of laughter as the quill splurged out all over George's robes. George simply shrugged and gave his twin a big hug. Laughter erupted once more when they noticed Fred's jacket was now changing colors rapidly.
"I can't seem to figure out what they're so mad over. It's just a hug? Perhaps one of them could use and nice, big, George Weasley hug?" he asked. They screamed in excitement and backed away as he inched towards them. Ginny shook her head, 'tutting' as they carried on with their antics.
We must have been in the shop for an hour while the twins demonstrated their products. They would make up all sorts of stories to get their customers interested in buying their strange inventions. One I can remember quite clearly.
"We used this new and improved dungbomb to defeat you-know-who didn't we Gerogey-boy?" Fred mentioned and winked at his brother.
"Ah yes. Poor Voldie was so sensitive to the stink that he keeled over right in front of us!" George joked and stuck out his chest.
"No you didn't! Harry Potter got rid of Voldemort! He's a hero!" a little boy in the back piped up. I shifted uneasily as he pointed this out, but I felt honored all the same. People looked up to me, Harry Potter. How bizarre.
"Ah yes! I forgot. Well, I guess I'm just getting my dark lords confused then!" Fred announced chuckling.
Ginny proceeded to tell the children stories about Fred and George when they were attending Hogwarts. She didn't neglect to mention one of their first inventions, ton-tongue toffees. 'That was definitely a favorite of Dudley's!' I thought with a snicker. Also included were the extendable ears, their love of quidditch, and a few other family stories I hadn't been informed of. All in all, it made for an interesting few hours.
When most of the customers were filing out of the store, Ginny came wandering up to where I stood in the corner. I had been watching her talk with her brothers for awhile then, just admiring how much they cared for each other. I didn't know then that I would become a member of their family, but I was sort of hoping for it. She placed her hand in mine and leaned up against my body. We stood that way for a long time, just watching as Fred and George handed out specific joke items to different children. It was as if they knew the perfect prank to pull for every occasion.
Around 8 that night Ginny and I headed back down the alley from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. I couldn't help but talk to her about everything that I had seen that day. It was as if I was seeing things in a completely different way. Maybe that's when I grew-up partially. I finally knew everything that I wanted my life to include.
"Did you see the effect they had on all those little kids? They were so happy! I mean, that was certainly a change of pace from what we saw earlier!" I said excitedly, anxious to run into one of those little kids again. Part of me really wanted to find out how their pranks turned out.
"Of course I did! I started to believe my mum when she would yell at those two. She'd complain about how the shop was a waste of time and money, but today... I sort of feel like maybe they've made a lasting impression on the community" Ginny replied thoughtfully and snaked her arm through mine once again. She leaned her head up against my shoulder and I took in a whiff of her perfume.
"How did they get so good with charms and things? They never seemed to pay much attention in school?" I asked no in particular. Ginny sighed and I felt her breath flow gently across my shoulder.
"It's a different sort of magic, isn't it?" she asked in return and smiled up at me warmly. I nodded and rubbed her arm as we headed for the burrow.
The funny thing is, I still believe her to this day. It was a different sort of magic, and it would stay with me forever.