It took me only a day or so to completely settle in. Mr Fubbnutter, the landlord with the Mandrake garden, had some spare furniture for me to use since conjoured furniture disappears after 24-hours. I had begun to take walks through the muggle streets- trying not to marvel too much at the oddities that the muggles came up with like parking meters, sewer covers, and those little bells that ding when someone opens the door. I would take a walk down the usually wet cobblestone streets wearing my "normal" muggle clothes and always end up at this little coffee shop owned by this entrancing muggle named Adan. With her soft blonde hair that was always pulled up in a pony-tail and her young thin face, she brought that warmth to her little coffee shop that was rare these days.

I walk in there and order a large coffee and take a quick smoke going to do some renovations for Mr. Fubbnutter until I could find a stable job. I sit at my usual table with a coffee in one hand and my burning cigarette in the other- my mind completely lost in worries of paying bills with muggle money. I ignored the clang of the bell over the door like I usually do and remain in my thoughts until a voice brings me back into the shop.

"Fred?"

I look up and see Harry Potter looking at me behind his spectacles.

"Harry," I said straightening up. "Have a seat.'' I motioned to the seat in front of me.

Harry took the vacant seat and folded his hands.

"How have you been?" he asked me.

I took the alst drag of my cigarette before putting it out. I took a sip of my coffee and leaned back in my chair.

"The usual worries, but nothing too serious," I said to him "How is everyone?"

I hesitated to ask how my family was. I seemed to have been doing well, and I really didn't want an arousal of a problem with mum, George, or Harry for that matter to corrupt my life.

"They're good," he said looking around. "Your mum didn't take you leaving with no idea where you were going too well. But mind you, George saved your arse."

"Saved my arse? How?"

"Well, your mum was asking everyone she knew where you were, and she was about to go out and search for you until George told her that you two had rented a flat and you had left to set it up."

My mouth hung open slightly. 'I don't need him to cover for me.' I walked out of the shop, leaving Harry. I found a deserted alley and took into the shadows of it. I apparated to the shop and quickly found George.

"What's this with you covering for me?" I asked angrily.

He looked at me, first with shock, but then the fury came back.

"Because mum would have come looking for you and wasted her time."

"So let her! I'm on my own now. Stay out of my life."

"You twit," he said lowly.

I turned back to him and stared him in the eye. I wanted to smack him straight. I wanted to teach him a lesson. I raised my fist and knocked him in the face. He came back at me and started beating me as I was beating him. We were in the middle of the shop, beating each other senseless while customers stood back watching. Ron finally rushed in and tried to separate us. It wasn't until Hermione came in and put a magical shield between us that we broke apart.

"What the bloody hell has gotten into you two?" asked Ron, his face all jumbled up.

I stared at my twin, his nose and mouth both bleeding profusely.

"Nothing," I said before turning and walking out of the shop and into Diagon Alley.

I touched my lower lip and removed my finger that had blood on it. I sat at one of the tables outside of one of the shops that lined Diagon Alley. I folded my hands and felt of the damage done to my lip and face. A young witch of about sixteen came up and nervously asked me if I wanted anything.

"Tea," I muttered.

She walked away and I looked around Diagon Alley, trying to calm my mind. It wasn't too long until Hermione showed up and sat beside me.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm fine, Hermione. Go have lunch with Ron."

She gave me a stern look that reminded me of that look McGonagall gave me and George when we blew up the toilet seats. I tried to fight the smirk that was forming behind my lips, but some of it seemed to slip.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked sternly.

"Nothing," I said straightening my face.

The young witch arrived with my tea, and I took it in my hand.

"Look, Hermione," I said, "He just made me mad is all."

"But that doesn't mean you have to hit him. He's your brother, not to mention your twin."

I sighed heavily.

"Look, don't worry about me. I just got mad is all. Go to lunch with Ron- enjoy yourself."

Hermione sat there giving me a worried look before she stood up and walked back towards the shop. I sat there for a while, drinking my tea, ignoring the fact that I needed to go and finish those renovations for Mr. Fubbnutter. All that was going through my head was the fight with George. We had had fights before, but nothing like we had this time. We've never gotten to actually i hitting /i each other. My hands started shaking as I thought more and more about it.

'Fighting with George...that can't be good.'

I woke up to the sound of that devil alarm clock. I rolled out of bed like I normally do and took my walk into Adan's shop.

"Good morning, Fred," she said in a cheery voice.

"Good morning, Adan. My usual if you will," I said.

She smiled and turned to fix my coffee. I walked to my usual table and took a seat, pulling out my cigarette and lighting it. Adan walked over to bring my coffee, but she did something she usually didn't do- she sat across from me.

"Who was your friend that was in here yesterday?" she asked.

"Harry?"

"I guess so...dark hair, glasses..."

"Yeah, that's Harry Potter," I said taking a drag.

Adan smiled.

"Is he...available?" she asked shyly.

I looked up at her.

"Harry? Yeah. He's not seeing anyone that I'm aware of."

"Think you could bring him by again sometime?"

I gave her a grin.

"Sure. I'll bring him by Friday, sound good?"

She gave a huge smile before returning behind her counter. I finished my coffee and my cigarette and stood up. Before walking out, I said a goodbye to Adan. I stepped out into the muggle streets, and a swooping cold came through me. I folded my arms in attempt to block it out. I walked back to my flat and knocked on Mr. Fubbnutter's door.

The door opened and an elderly man with wild hair flying in eyer which direction answered.

"Ah! Mr. Weasley!" he said grabbing my robes and pulling me in. "Let me show you what I got in Diagon Alley yesterday."

The old man pulled me into the next room that was covered with purple drapes laced with orange piping. He walked over to this table that had this monitor sitting on it.

"It's called a computer," he said excitedly.

I started to laugh, but when I saw how excited he was, I fought it back.

"What does it do?" I asked.

He looked at me with the wildest look.

"I haven't the slightest clue," he said.

I walked into my flat and collapsed on the couch. It had been a long day working, and I was give out. I sat up and started shuffling towards my bed room when someone knocked on my door. I let out a slight groan and went to answer it. I opened the door and revealed my brother, Ron.

My mouth fell open.

"How'd you find me?" I asked.

"You do know that Fubbnutter's daughter works with dad, right?" he said.

"Well what do you want? I'm ready to get some sleep."

"Mum wants you to come home for your birthday. Just for dinner at least."

I stood in silence for a moment.

"I'll think about it, okay. Tell her I'll owl her tomorrow."

Ron sighed before apparating back to the burrow. I closed the door and walked into my bed room. I pulled my clothes off, leaving only my underwear and crashed into my bed.