Fred and George
Chapter 1
Background Information
Summary: This chapter is barely about Fred and George at all and comes from Harry's point of view and is mostly all background information (except for the end). The rest of the chapters will be about Fred and George, I promise.
Disclaimer: If you've clicked on books and then Harry Potter you've read them, right? So you obviously know that the characters belong to J. K. Rowling, right? (they do)
Author's Beginning Note: I don't recall it saying in any of the books how old Fred and George were, so I just attempted to figure it out. Please correct me if I'm wrong. Please pretend that the whole Triwizard Tournament thing isn't happening and that this is a normal uneventful school year. Thanks I may change some of the things already set out by J. K. Rowling (other than the fact that I'm completely ignoring the whole Triwizard thing, but ya know)
Year 6 (for Fred and George) Year 4 (for Harry, Ron, and Hermione) 7:46 a.m. Saturday
"Hey! Harry! Harry!" Katie Bell, a 6th year Gryffindor, yelled as she hurried to catch up with Harry at the entrance of the Great Hall early on a Saturday morning.
"Nice day," Harry commented when Katie finally caught up with him. The ceiling of the Great Hall was bewitched to look like the sky outside (Hermione could've told you that. "It's all in Hogwarts, A History.") Indeed, today looked like a beautiful day. The sky was a bright blue and there wasn't a cloud in sight. The clouds were all big and white and fluffy (A/N that was deliberate, that was deliberate [those of you who got that, please spread it around to the dunderheads {or blondes} who are still sitting in their computer chairs with a Crabbe and Goyle look on their face] [I have nothing against blondes].
Underneath the vast canopy of blue stood the four house tables (Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor [A/N duh]), each groaning under dishes upon dishes of breakfast foods from which a delicious aroma of sizzling sausages floated towards them.
Here and there floated a pearly silver transparent ghost; not an unusual occurrence if you attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; especially if you've been going there for five years now (or seven). The only thing that shown as bright as the ghosts was the headmaster's (Albus Dumbledore's [A/N duh]) silver hair and beard (each was long enough to be able to tuck into his belt). Dumbledore was sitting at the head table with the rest of the teachers; including Professor Snape, the potions master and head of the Slytherin house who favored his own house's students above all others and who hated Harry; Professor McGonagall, the transfiguration teacher, head of Gryffindor house, and the Vice Principle (A/N Please correct me if that is not the term they use in the books) of Hogwarts.
"Yah, yah...nice. Anyways Harry," Katie Bell said, pulling Harry out of his hole. "I've been made the new Quidditch Captain." Katie said in a hurried jumble of words.
"Congratulations!" Harry exclaimed. He had completely forgotten that Oliver Wood, their old Quidditch coach and Keeper had graduated from Hogwarts last year.
"Yah, thanks. The thing is I don't want to start practice until we have a new keeper. Tryouts are this Friday and I want the whole team to be there," Katie announced.
"OK, I'll be there," Harry assured Katie as he sat down next to Ron and Hermione at Gryffindor table. Katie hurried down the table towards Fred and George, who were also on the Quidditch team as the Gryffindor beaters.
"Hey Harry!" yelled a short mousy haired Gryffindor first year as he headed towards he Ron, and Hermione.
"Hey Nate," Harry said gloomily. It thrilled Nate beyond fathom the thirty times a day he said, "Alright Harry?" and it practically gave him a heart attack every time Harry said hello back (A/N I am trying to make Nate like Colin Creevey. I would've used Colin but he's not a first year anymore at this point).
"Who was that girl?" Nate asked, referring to Katie.
"Katie Bell," Harry answered in a bored tone as he piled his plate high with pancakes and bacon (A/N my personal favorites().
"Katie who?" Nate asked interestedly.
"She's the new captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team," Harry said thickly through a mouthful of pancakes.
"Quidditch? What's Quidditch?" Nate asked. He came from a muggle family (non-magic family [A/N duh]) and had had no contact with the magical world until he got his acceptance letter to Hogwarts.
"Quidditch is a game played with four balls and six hoops on broomstick." Harry said with no emotion, as if reading it out of a book. Ron and Hermione, who had been listening all this time quickly lost interest; they'd heard this a thousand times.
"There are seven members on a Quidditch team; three chasers, two beaters, a keeper, and a seeker. There are four balls; two bludgers, one quaffle, and the golden snitch," Harry told Nate. Nate was hanging onto every word he said and devouring it hungrily.
"The quaffle is red and a little larger than a soccer ball and the biggest of the four balls. It's the chasers' job to fly around on their broomsticks passing the quaffle back and forth and attempting to throw it through one of the other team's three hoops. The chasers for Gryffindor are Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, and Angelina Johnson. The bludgers are black and slightly smaller than the quaffle. They rocket around trying to knock people off their brooms. Fred and George Weasley are the beaters for Gryffindor and the fly around with clubs trying to knock the bludgers away from their own team and towards the other team." Nate gasped.
"Has anyone been killed by a bludger?" Nate asked uncertainly. Harry grinned. He remembered asking that same question when he was a first year and the youngest seeker in a century.
"Nah, maybe a broken bone here and there, but nothing serious." Harry assured him.
"Anyways," Harry continued. "That leaves the last ball, the golden snitch. This is the most important ball of the bunch. It's about the size of a walnut and gold with white wings. It flies around and is extremely difficult to see. It's the seekers job to find the snitch and catch it; awarding his or her team one hundred fifty points and an almost definite win. The game isn't over until the seeker catches the ball," Harry droned on.
"You're the seeker right Harry!" Nate said excitedly.
"Yup," Harry answered.
"...but Harry..." said Nate with a confused look on his face. "You said there were seven players, but you only talked about six."
"The other player is the keeper, and it's their job to make sure the other team doesn't get the quaffle through their own teams hoops," Harry told Nate.
"Who's keeper for your team?" Nate asked.
"Oliver Wood was our keeper, but he graduated last year. So we're having tryouts for a new keeper," Ron's fork clattered onto his plate.
"Keeper tryouts?!" Ron asked excitedly.
"Yup," Harry answered. "Are you thinking of trying out?" Ron's ears turned light red.
"Er...well...I dunno...yes...maybe..." Ron stammered.
"What, with your twig of a broom?" drawled a fellow fifth year from Slytherin with blonde hair and a pale, pointed face.
"Comet two sixties went out of style years ago yah know," the boy continued. Standing on either side of him were two, rather dumb-looking, boys; also fifth year Slytherins.
"Why don't you and your little friends go stick your heads in a hole, Malfoy?" Harry suggested forcefully. There was nothing 'little' about Crabbe and Goyle, and as Harry said this they flexed their knuckles threateningly.
"What's the matter, scar-head?" Draco Malfoy taunted Harry, referring to the lightning bolt shaped scar on Harry's forehead, half hidden by a large amount of untamable jet black hair. He'd received the scar when he was only a baby and the Dark Lord Voldemort had tried to kill Harry with the same curse he'd used on many full grown wizards. Instead of killing Harry, the curse rebounded off Harry, and to Voldemort, who became neither living nor dead.
"Oh yah, I forgot. You adore the Weasleys don't you? Or do you just befriend them out of pity?" Malfoy taunted with an evil smirk on his face.
"What was that Malfoy? Would you like to say that again?" Fred and George Weasley, Ron's older twin brothers had arrived; flaming red hair, freckles and everything. They had an uncharacteristically nasty look on their faces.
"I was just saying that the only way Ron could get on the Gryffindor Quidditch team would be out of pity," Malfoy sneered. Harry grabbed onto the back of Fred's robes while Hermione did the same with George. Ron's ears were now a deep shade of scarlet.
"That's the only reason Potter's on the team, they felt bad for him because he doesn't have any parents," Harry had no knowledge of letting Fred go, all he knew was that he wanted to hurt Malfoy as much as possible. Unfortunately, he never got his chance. His fist was raised and he was ready to send the blow, but...
"Potter! Weasley! What do you think your doing?" Professor McGonagoll's shout rang around the Great Hall. Malfoy grinned maliciously at them, keen to see them in trouble.
"We were...uh..." Harry stammered but Fred cut him off.
"They were provoked," said a deep voice. Harry whirled his head around to see Professor Dumbledore silhouetted in the entrance of the Great Hall. He was looking at them through his half moon spectacles; Malfoy's grin disappeared.
"Oh...well...in that case...10 points from Slytherin," Professor McGonagoll said, recovering from her obvious shock. Malfoy glared daggers at her.
"Each," she finished.
"Professor, we didn't do anything!" Malfoy exclaimed.
"Do you want to make it fifty?" she asked shrilly. Malfoy glared at Harry, turned on his heel and headed towards the Slytherin table followed by uncontrollable laughter from Harry, Ron, Fred, Hermione and George, who were all bent over double. Even Dumbledore chuckled.
Author's End Note: That was an extremely long a boring chapter and I am terribly sorry and hope you all forgive me. I just needed to get all the background information out of the way. The rest of the chapters will be much more interesting and will be based on Fred and George, not Hermione, Ron, and Harry. The next chapter is going to be called Fred and George...In Love? (not with each other sicko), and I think the chapter after that will be called Fred and George...Forever? I don't really like 'mushy crap' as I call it, but there will b a little romance. I think I'm going to take a leaf out of Slytherin-Perfects book insaying this story will not go on unless I get 3 reviews. It will normally be 5, but this one was boring, so it's three. Thanks
Courtney Please review!
Chapter 1
Background Information
Summary: This chapter is barely about Fred and George at all and comes from Harry's point of view and is mostly all background information (except for the end). The rest of the chapters will be about Fred and George, I promise.
Disclaimer: If you've clicked on books and then Harry Potter you've read them, right? So you obviously know that the characters belong to J. K. Rowling, right? (they do)
Author's Beginning Note: I don't recall it saying in any of the books how old Fred and George were, so I just attempted to figure it out. Please correct me if I'm wrong. Please pretend that the whole Triwizard Tournament thing isn't happening and that this is a normal uneventful school year. Thanks I may change some of the things already set out by J. K. Rowling (other than the fact that I'm completely ignoring the whole Triwizard thing, but ya know)
Year 6 (for Fred and George) Year 4 (for Harry, Ron, and Hermione) 7:46 a.m. Saturday
"Hey! Harry! Harry!" Katie Bell, a 6th year Gryffindor, yelled as she hurried to catch up with Harry at the entrance of the Great Hall early on a Saturday morning.
"Nice day," Harry commented when Katie finally caught up with him. The ceiling of the Great Hall was bewitched to look like the sky outside (Hermione could've told you that. "It's all in Hogwarts, A History.") Indeed, today looked like a beautiful day. The sky was a bright blue and there wasn't a cloud in sight. The clouds were all big and white and fluffy (A/N that was deliberate, that was deliberate [those of you who got that, please spread it around to the dunderheads {or blondes} who are still sitting in their computer chairs with a Crabbe and Goyle look on their face] [I have nothing against blondes].
Underneath the vast canopy of blue stood the four house tables (Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor [A/N duh]), each groaning under dishes upon dishes of breakfast foods from which a delicious aroma of sizzling sausages floated towards them.
Here and there floated a pearly silver transparent ghost; not an unusual occurrence if you attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; especially if you've been going there for five years now (or seven). The only thing that shown as bright as the ghosts was the headmaster's (Albus Dumbledore's [A/N duh]) silver hair and beard (each was long enough to be able to tuck into his belt). Dumbledore was sitting at the head table with the rest of the teachers; including Professor Snape, the potions master and head of the Slytherin house who favored his own house's students above all others and who hated Harry; Professor McGonagall, the transfiguration teacher, head of Gryffindor house, and the Vice Principle (A/N Please correct me if that is not the term they use in the books) of Hogwarts.
"Yah, yah...nice. Anyways Harry," Katie Bell said, pulling Harry out of his hole. "I've been made the new Quidditch Captain." Katie said in a hurried jumble of words.
"Congratulations!" Harry exclaimed. He had completely forgotten that Oliver Wood, their old Quidditch coach and Keeper had graduated from Hogwarts last year.
"Yah, thanks. The thing is I don't want to start practice until we have a new keeper. Tryouts are this Friday and I want the whole team to be there," Katie announced.
"OK, I'll be there," Harry assured Katie as he sat down next to Ron and Hermione at Gryffindor table. Katie hurried down the table towards Fred and George, who were also on the Quidditch team as the Gryffindor beaters.
"Hey Harry!" yelled a short mousy haired Gryffindor first year as he headed towards he Ron, and Hermione.
"Hey Nate," Harry said gloomily. It thrilled Nate beyond fathom the thirty times a day he said, "Alright Harry?" and it practically gave him a heart attack every time Harry said hello back (A/N I am trying to make Nate like Colin Creevey. I would've used Colin but he's not a first year anymore at this point).
"Who was that girl?" Nate asked, referring to Katie.
"Katie Bell," Harry answered in a bored tone as he piled his plate high with pancakes and bacon (A/N my personal favorites().
"Katie who?" Nate asked interestedly.
"She's the new captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team," Harry said thickly through a mouthful of pancakes.
"Quidditch? What's Quidditch?" Nate asked. He came from a muggle family (non-magic family [A/N duh]) and had had no contact with the magical world until he got his acceptance letter to Hogwarts.
"Quidditch is a game played with four balls and six hoops on broomstick." Harry said with no emotion, as if reading it out of a book. Ron and Hermione, who had been listening all this time quickly lost interest; they'd heard this a thousand times.
"There are seven members on a Quidditch team; three chasers, two beaters, a keeper, and a seeker. There are four balls; two bludgers, one quaffle, and the golden snitch," Harry told Nate. Nate was hanging onto every word he said and devouring it hungrily.
"The quaffle is red and a little larger than a soccer ball and the biggest of the four balls. It's the chasers' job to fly around on their broomsticks passing the quaffle back and forth and attempting to throw it through one of the other team's three hoops. The chasers for Gryffindor are Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, and Angelina Johnson. The bludgers are black and slightly smaller than the quaffle. They rocket around trying to knock people off their brooms. Fred and George Weasley are the beaters for Gryffindor and the fly around with clubs trying to knock the bludgers away from their own team and towards the other team." Nate gasped.
"Has anyone been killed by a bludger?" Nate asked uncertainly. Harry grinned. He remembered asking that same question when he was a first year and the youngest seeker in a century.
"Nah, maybe a broken bone here and there, but nothing serious." Harry assured him.
"Anyways," Harry continued. "That leaves the last ball, the golden snitch. This is the most important ball of the bunch. It's about the size of a walnut and gold with white wings. It flies around and is extremely difficult to see. It's the seekers job to find the snitch and catch it; awarding his or her team one hundred fifty points and an almost definite win. The game isn't over until the seeker catches the ball," Harry droned on.
"You're the seeker right Harry!" Nate said excitedly.
"Yup," Harry answered.
"...but Harry..." said Nate with a confused look on his face. "You said there were seven players, but you only talked about six."
"The other player is the keeper, and it's their job to make sure the other team doesn't get the quaffle through their own teams hoops," Harry told Nate.
"Who's keeper for your team?" Nate asked.
"Oliver Wood was our keeper, but he graduated last year. So we're having tryouts for a new keeper," Ron's fork clattered onto his plate.
"Keeper tryouts?!" Ron asked excitedly.
"Yup," Harry answered. "Are you thinking of trying out?" Ron's ears turned light red.
"Er...well...I dunno...yes...maybe..." Ron stammered.
"What, with your twig of a broom?" drawled a fellow fifth year from Slytherin with blonde hair and a pale, pointed face.
"Comet two sixties went out of style years ago yah know," the boy continued. Standing on either side of him were two, rather dumb-looking, boys; also fifth year Slytherins.
"Why don't you and your little friends go stick your heads in a hole, Malfoy?" Harry suggested forcefully. There was nothing 'little' about Crabbe and Goyle, and as Harry said this they flexed their knuckles threateningly.
"What's the matter, scar-head?" Draco Malfoy taunted Harry, referring to the lightning bolt shaped scar on Harry's forehead, half hidden by a large amount of untamable jet black hair. He'd received the scar when he was only a baby and the Dark Lord Voldemort had tried to kill Harry with the same curse he'd used on many full grown wizards. Instead of killing Harry, the curse rebounded off Harry, and to Voldemort, who became neither living nor dead.
"Oh yah, I forgot. You adore the Weasleys don't you? Or do you just befriend them out of pity?" Malfoy taunted with an evil smirk on his face.
"What was that Malfoy? Would you like to say that again?" Fred and George Weasley, Ron's older twin brothers had arrived; flaming red hair, freckles and everything. They had an uncharacteristically nasty look on their faces.
"I was just saying that the only way Ron could get on the Gryffindor Quidditch team would be out of pity," Malfoy sneered. Harry grabbed onto the back of Fred's robes while Hermione did the same with George. Ron's ears were now a deep shade of scarlet.
"That's the only reason Potter's on the team, they felt bad for him because he doesn't have any parents," Harry had no knowledge of letting Fred go, all he knew was that he wanted to hurt Malfoy as much as possible. Unfortunately, he never got his chance. His fist was raised and he was ready to send the blow, but...
"Potter! Weasley! What do you think your doing?" Professor McGonagoll's shout rang around the Great Hall. Malfoy grinned maliciously at them, keen to see them in trouble.
"We were...uh..." Harry stammered but Fred cut him off.
"They were provoked," said a deep voice. Harry whirled his head around to see Professor Dumbledore silhouetted in the entrance of the Great Hall. He was looking at them through his half moon spectacles; Malfoy's grin disappeared.
"Oh...well...in that case...10 points from Slytherin," Professor McGonagoll said, recovering from her obvious shock. Malfoy glared daggers at her.
"Each," she finished.
"Professor, we didn't do anything!" Malfoy exclaimed.
"Do you want to make it fifty?" she asked shrilly. Malfoy glared at Harry, turned on his heel and headed towards the Slytherin table followed by uncontrollable laughter from Harry, Ron, Fred, Hermione and George, who were all bent over double. Even Dumbledore chuckled.
Author's End Note: That was an extremely long a boring chapter and I am terribly sorry and hope you all forgive me. I just needed to get all the background information out of the way. The rest of the chapters will be much more interesting and will be based on Fred and George, not Hermione, Ron, and Harry. The next chapter is going to be called Fred and George...In Love? (not with each other sicko), and I think the chapter after that will be called Fred and George...Forever? I don't really like 'mushy crap' as I call it, but there will b a little romance. I think I'm going to take a leaf out of Slytherin-Perfects book insaying this story will not go on unless I get 3 reviews. It will normally be 5, but this one was boring, so it's three. Thanks
Courtney Please review!