O.k. this is the second chapter of eight in this little story thingy. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2 : Fred & George Weasley – It never crossed our minds

The loud popping noise a witch or wizard makes whenever they apparated echoed around the silent graveyard. The man who had just appeared at the grave covered in red roses looked around him, brown eyes anxious. Moments later his look brightened as a second 'pop' sounded and another young man stepped up next to the first, brushing bright red hair from his eyes as he did so. "Thought you had decided to finally ditch me, George", the first man muttered to the second, who could have been his absolute mirror image.

George glanced briefly at his twin 19 year old brother through dead-looking sad eyes, yet managed to joke "Fred, would I ever do that to you?", brightly in return. "Course you wouldn't!" Fred replied, equally as cheerful. Then his face also became more sombre, as the two boys moved a little closer to the grave. Fred stuck his hands in his jacket pockets and murmured "Heya Harry". On his right George subconsciously mimicked his brother's pose and mumbled, "G'day Harry" in greeting to the headstone.

They were silent for a moment, then Fred suddenly said out loud " Hey, d'you remember, Harry, when we planted that nest or rats in Snapes office, and he was running all round the school for half the night, screaming his greasy head off, cos a couple of them got inside his trousers, and one latched on to his…" George frowned, "I don't remember that, when was that?" he asked. "Oh, it was when you first got a crush on Alicia, back in 6th year, and you were too busy drooling over her to pull anything good off for a few weeks." Fred replied airily. George nodded slowly in remembrance "Oh yeah…"

They were silent, again, then George said, "Hey guys, remember when we poured two bottles of Firewhiskey into Percy's water pitcher, and he drank it all in nearly one go, and got completely wasted and threw all over the First year girls' dorm room?" "Yeah" Fred grinned, "And he stayed in his bed for a week, petrified that they'd take his Head Boy…I never figured out how he got up there though…" George frowned, "Me either…" They lapsed into silence again, and then Fred said, "I suppose this is the part when Harry would share something". George nodded blinking both angry and sad tears from his normally bright eyes.

Fred sighed, "I never thought this could actually happen Harry." "I mean, we saw you, what, a little under an hour before… you know…" George whispered.

"It just never crossed our minds that…" Fred was unable to continue, his emotions got the better of him, and he turned away with his hands over his grief stricken face. "That we wouldn't ever see you again!" George too broke down, and the twins sobbed together for a little while in front of Harry's gravestone. Fred suddenly straightened, wiping the last of his tears from his eyes and said, "I have to head off Harry, Angelina's incredibly emotional because of the pregnancy…if I don't keep in contact with her for too long she gets scared and starts to think something's happened to me… thank god there's only a few more days left until the baby's born!" he laughed, then murmured "We'll all be back soon, mate, I'll bring my baby boy to meet you eh?" before disappearing. "Yeah we'll come A.S.A.P, promise, see you soon Harry", George agreed, before he too disappeared, and several birds in a nearby willow tree took flight, squawking angrily at the sudden pair of noises.