Chapter 1
The sun beat down on the black shingles of a small cottage. Two wizards, identical to the last freckle, lay on top of the roof donning sunglasses and swimsuits. Each were laying beside each other tanning and trying to think of something to do.
"Oi Fred," George spoke up, but before he could finish Fred answered.
"Negative George, we already tried that," He said as if reading his twin's mind. "Remember Mum was none to happy."
"Oh yah!" Said George glumly. "Well what if - "
"Been there, done that." Fred answered once more.
"Gosh would you just let - " George tried.
"Finish for once?" Fred put in with a bit of a laugh. "You are just too predicable."
"I must say this summer is not as fun as I thought it would be." George told his twin, after a bit of a pause. Even though he figured Fred thought the same thing.
"I know what you mean," Fred answered. "3 weeks into summer and we have already run out of things to do. How do those Muggles live?"
"Yah, now our only entertainment is to watch Ronniekins try and talk to Hermione!" George laughed for the first time that day.
"Speaking of Little Ronniekins and his girlfriend," Fred said sitting up, looking down at the Beach of Cracker Lake. "There they are now." George, surprised by the turn of events, sat up quickly, and watched as Ron and Hermione walked and talked. Even from the distance, the pink tint of Ron's ears was slightly visible.
"If we have nothing to do," said George, looking hopelessly at the couple on the beach. "Why don't we do one of our favourite things?" Fred smiled deviously.
"Yes, yes, lets pay little Ronniekins a visit." Fred and George climbed down from the roof, and headed to the unsuspecting pair.
***
"If it isn't Ickle little Ronniekins," Fred said coming up,
"And his wittle girlly friend too." Said George in a bit of a baby voice. Fred and George became overly amused when they saw Hermione and Ron blushed. quite a bit.
"Well if you must know," Hermione spoke getting back her posture. "We were talking about Harry."
"No way," George told her. "We were too!"
"Yah, see George and I were talking about Harry will probably get the 'honour,'" Fred told the couple.
"What 'honour'?" Ron asked, not knowing if he wanted to know the answer.
"The honour of being Best Man," George told them. "You know, at Mr. And Mrs. Ronald Weasley's wedding, Cause we all know who the bride will be." Fred and George sent suggestive winks toward Hermione.
Both Ron and Hermione stood with looks of shock written across their faces. Ron and Hermione stood in awkward silence as the twins walked away still laughing at their own joke.
***
That night, after everyone had gone to bed, Fred and George decided they would sneak down stairs, to steal some of their mother's famous cookies. On the trip down to the kitchen. They heard a noise, which sounded like a door near by was opening. Quickly they ducked into the only closet in the cottage. They spied out the closet door only to see a very ruffled 16 old boy emerge from Ginny Weasley's bedroom. The twins watched as Harry Potter peered up and down the hall before quickly returning to his room. When the twins were sure Harry had gone, they stepped out from the closet. George looked in the direction of Fred and saw the anger just about ready to boil over.
"Did I just see? But that's not right. Harry's not supposed to," Fred cried with a mixture of disgust and anger written all over his face. "That stupid, no good, wanna be hero, I'll kill him! He may be able to survive You - Know - Who, but he will never survive the wrath of Fred Weasley." He said before trying to bolt towards Harry's door. George acted quickly and grabbed his brother's arm before anything could happen.
"Now Fred," George told him. "Remember the Gred and Feorge rule." He made sure his twin was listening to him. "We never get angry, we only get even." Two identical smirks came across their faces as they thought of their revenge.
***
After much careful and exact planning, the twins came up with the perfect idea. It was time to execute it.
***
The following morning Fred and George put their plan into action. Early that morning when Mrs. Weasley was making breakfast, Fred went up to his mother, and began to talk, while George slipped a vomiting candy from their latest inventions called a Skiving snack box.
"You see Mum," Fred started. "I have decided that it is time to develop a more mature attitude." His mother smiled at her son.
"I knew you hadn't gone all bad," she told him while she pulled him into a tight motherly embrace. "I'm so proud of you." Fred simply smirked when his mother wasn't looking.
"Mother," Fred spoke when she had finally released him. "Do you need any help with the breakfast trays?" His mother once again smiled fondly.
"Sure dear, just put the plates in everybody's place." Molly told her son. Fred walked towards his twin brother with a very successful look on his face.
***
Breakfast started and everyone sat down to eat their waffles. Fred and George, every so often, took a glance at Ginny to ensure that see was eating. Breakfast progressed with not so much as a hiccup, until.
"Mum. I don't. feel so. great." Ginny stated weakly. "I feel like I'm gonna." And before she could finish her sentence she was out of the room, in the bathroom, as the sound of vomiting could be heard from bathroom. Everyone looked at each other when the twins stood up and said they'd go check on her. Molly, so relived that she didn't have to deal with the situation, didn't notice the satisfied looks on Fred and George's face.
The twins knocked on the bathroom door, and ask if they could enter. Ginny stepped out of the washroom, looking pale and very sickly. Fred and George helped Ginny climb the stairs to her room, so she could get some rest.
"I don't understand," Ginny spoke. "I felt fine last night, and before breakfast."
"Well Ginny, it was either mum's cooking, which I doubt." George told her. "Or it could be the flu, but if u felt fine, I doubt It's that too." The twins acted a little shifty.
"Or," Fred put in. "It could be, no that even less likely, basically impossible, at least for you."
"What?" Ginny asked. "What is it?" Fred and George glanced at each other, and said in unison
"Morning Sickness, but that only happens if you're pregnant, and like we said, impossible for you." But Ginny didn't seem so convinced.
"Well you should rest up." Fred told his sister. He quickly kissed her forehead and hugged her tight but not too tight, and he left the room, followed by George who'd done the same.
***
A few hours later when Harry was sitting by the lake alone (Ron and Hermione were probably off snogging somewhere.)The twins came up to him with sombre looks on their faces. "What's wrong guys?" asked Harry cautiously. Fred and George looked at each other
"We just found out about Ginny." Said George
"What about Ginny" he said looking worried.
"You don't know?!" Replied Fred " I though that you of all people would know!"
"Know what?" Pleaded Harry.
"It's not our place to tell him Fred." George said pretending to keep it secretive. " I mean he doesn't even know and he's the father!" Harry then cut into the twins conversation.
"F-f-f-f-f-f- FATHER!?!?! W-what do you mean?" All the colour drained out of his face.
"Harry, Ginny's pregnant, with your child," Those were that last word Harry heard before he fainted.
The sun beat down on the black shingles of a small cottage. Two wizards, identical to the last freckle, lay on top of the roof donning sunglasses and swimsuits. Each were laying beside each other tanning and trying to think of something to do.
"Oi Fred," George spoke up, but before he could finish Fred answered.
"Negative George, we already tried that," He said as if reading his twin's mind. "Remember Mum was none to happy."
"Oh yah!" Said George glumly. "Well what if - "
"Been there, done that." Fred answered once more.
"Gosh would you just let - " George tried.
"Finish for once?" Fred put in with a bit of a laugh. "You are just too predicable."
"I must say this summer is not as fun as I thought it would be." George told his twin, after a bit of a pause. Even though he figured Fred thought the same thing.
"I know what you mean," Fred answered. "3 weeks into summer and we have already run out of things to do. How do those Muggles live?"
"Yah, now our only entertainment is to watch Ronniekins try and talk to Hermione!" George laughed for the first time that day.
"Speaking of Little Ronniekins and his girlfriend," Fred said sitting up, looking down at the Beach of Cracker Lake. "There they are now." George, surprised by the turn of events, sat up quickly, and watched as Ron and Hermione walked and talked. Even from the distance, the pink tint of Ron's ears was slightly visible.
"If we have nothing to do," said George, looking hopelessly at the couple on the beach. "Why don't we do one of our favourite things?" Fred smiled deviously.
"Yes, yes, lets pay little Ronniekins a visit." Fred and George climbed down from the roof, and headed to the unsuspecting pair.
***
"If it isn't Ickle little Ronniekins," Fred said coming up,
"And his wittle girlly friend too." Said George in a bit of a baby voice. Fred and George became overly amused when they saw Hermione and Ron blushed. quite a bit.
"Well if you must know," Hermione spoke getting back her posture. "We were talking about Harry."
"No way," George told her. "We were too!"
"Yah, see George and I were talking about Harry will probably get the 'honour,'" Fred told the couple.
"What 'honour'?" Ron asked, not knowing if he wanted to know the answer.
"The honour of being Best Man," George told them. "You know, at Mr. And Mrs. Ronald Weasley's wedding, Cause we all know who the bride will be." Fred and George sent suggestive winks toward Hermione.
Both Ron and Hermione stood with looks of shock written across their faces. Ron and Hermione stood in awkward silence as the twins walked away still laughing at their own joke.
***
That night, after everyone had gone to bed, Fred and George decided they would sneak down stairs, to steal some of their mother's famous cookies. On the trip down to the kitchen. They heard a noise, which sounded like a door near by was opening. Quickly they ducked into the only closet in the cottage. They spied out the closet door only to see a very ruffled 16 old boy emerge from Ginny Weasley's bedroom. The twins watched as Harry Potter peered up and down the hall before quickly returning to his room. When the twins were sure Harry had gone, they stepped out from the closet. George looked in the direction of Fred and saw the anger just about ready to boil over.
"Did I just see? But that's not right. Harry's not supposed to," Fred cried with a mixture of disgust and anger written all over his face. "That stupid, no good, wanna be hero, I'll kill him! He may be able to survive You - Know - Who, but he will never survive the wrath of Fred Weasley." He said before trying to bolt towards Harry's door. George acted quickly and grabbed his brother's arm before anything could happen.
"Now Fred," George told him. "Remember the Gred and Feorge rule." He made sure his twin was listening to him. "We never get angry, we only get even." Two identical smirks came across their faces as they thought of their revenge.
***
After much careful and exact planning, the twins came up with the perfect idea. It was time to execute it.
***
The following morning Fred and George put their plan into action. Early that morning when Mrs. Weasley was making breakfast, Fred went up to his mother, and began to talk, while George slipped a vomiting candy from their latest inventions called a Skiving snack box.
"You see Mum," Fred started. "I have decided that it is time to develop a more mature attitude." His mother smiled at her son.
"I knew you hadn't gone all bad," she told him while she pulled him into a tight motherly embrace. "I'm so proud of you." Fred simply smirked when his mother wasn't looking.
"Mother," Fred spoke when she had finally released him. "Do you need any help with the breakfast trays?" His mother once again smiled fondly.
"Sure dear, just put the plates in everybody's place." Molly told her son. Fred walked towards his twin brother with a very successful look on his face.
***
Breakfast started and everyone sat down to eat their waffles. Fred and George, every so often, took a glance at Ginny to ensure that see was eating. Breakfast progressed with not so much as a hiccup, until.
"Mum. I don't. feel so. great." Ginny stated weakly. "I feel like I'm gonna." And before she could finish her sentence she was out of the room, in the bathroom, as the sound of vomiting could be heard from bathroom. Everyone looked at each other when the twins stood up and said they'd go check on her. Molly, so relived that she didn't have to deal with the situation, didn't notice the satisfied looks on Fred and George's face.
The twins knocked on the bathroom door, and ask if they could enter. Ginny stepped out of the washroom, looking pale and very sickly. Fred and George helped Ginny climb the stairs to her room, so she could get some rest.
"I don't understand," Ginny spoke. "I felt fine last night, and before breakfast."
"Well Ginny, it was either mum's cooking, which I doubt." George told her. "Or it could be the flu, but if u felt fine, I doubt It's that too." The twins acted a little shifty.
"Or," Fred put in. "It could be, no that even less likely, basically impossible, at least for you."
"What?" Ginny asked. "What is it?" Fred and George glanced at each other, and said in unison
"Morning Sickness, but that only happens if you're pregnant, and like we said, impossible for you." But Ginny didn't seem so convinced.
"Well you should rest up." Fred told his sister. He quickly kissed her forehead and hugged her tight but not too tight, and he left the room, followed by George who'd done the same.
***
A few hours later when Harry was sitting by the lake alone (Ron and Hermione were probably off snogging somewhere.)The twins came up to him with sombre looks on their faces. "What's wrong guys?" asked Harry cautiously. Fred and George looked at each other
"We just found out about Ginny." Said George
"What about Ginny" he said looking worried.
"You don't know?!" Replied Fred " I though that you of all people would know!"
"Know what?" Pleaded Harry.
"It's not our place to tell him Fred." George said pretending to keep it secretive. " I mean he doesn't even know and he's the father!" Harry then cut into the twins conversation.
"F-f-f-f-f-f- FATHER!?!?! W-what do you mean?" All the colour drained out of his face.
"Harry, Ginny's pregnant, with your child," Those were that last word Harry heard before he fainted.