Forge and Gred

"Holy Shit!" one girl exclaimed. She was about a year older than me and incidentally very hot. "Where'd you learn to fly like that?" Several other of the teens agreed saying "ya!" or "really" A few players had to go home to eat soon and there was no point in continuing with half of them gone so here they were on the solid ground quizzing me instead. I had played beater and in my opinion done a pretty good job, though nowhere near Fred and George would have.

"I was home schooled" I lied. This was part of his alias, if anybody asked I hadn't gone to a school (where someone could look for my nonexistent record). "So, I guess I taught myself." I had assumed that as these were people that have been flying all their lives they'd be great flyers, but today I only proved that experience doesn't mean talent. Look at Malfoy or Ron! Pureblood families and yet if they weren't careful they'd smack into a tree, in an empty field no less.

I discovered that most witches and wizards in Hogsmeade didn't in fact go to Hogwarts, they liked to go to far away schools, just for the experience. Casting hasty good byes, those late for their supper ran off soon and only me and 3 others were left. I didn't know most people here, but sure recognized Dean Thomas! He had been playing chaser for the opposing team the whole time. It was just plain stupid that I'd known Dean for five years and yet never knew he lived in Hogsmeade! You'd think it'd have come up sometime. Hey, I'm Dean and I in live in the only wizarding settlement in Britain, fascinating, no? Or something like that. Hermione would have his head if she found out. Besides Dean, there was also the hot girl, whose name was Amy and a smaller boy, about 3 years younger than me named Justin. They decided to show the "new guy" around town, despite my previous tour and Justin wandered off on his own not long after as he just wasn't part of our age group,

I quickly learned that the hot girl who swore earlier was quite the gossip queen. I'd have to be careful around her. For all I know she could be another miniaturized Rita Skeeter! I figured.

It was good to see someone familiar, besides the insane Mad-Eye. I quickly made conversation with my old dorm mate, acting like a stranger but bringing up many topics I knew Dean would be interested in. This left Amy out of most of the conversation; something she obviously didn't like or tolerate. Very angry after an hour of their ignoring her she stated that she had to go home to eat, Dean and I doing the same.

Once I was back at Mad-Eye's I ate the meal he had made (sincerely wishing that Mrs. Weasley would give Moody something edible) and went straight to my room. I hadn't yet fixed it up but I just didn't have time right now for that. It was time however, to put operation Forge and Gred into action.

Earlier that morning I had found a spell that would do. It would change my face to look like Harry's again for abut 3 hours, including my black hair and eyes and I would simply leave my scar exposed. The rest was a bit trickier; I had to actually get to the twins shop and hope that they were there. I yelled to Mad-Eye that I was going back out to the Three Broomsticks, which I was, I just wasn't staying there. I packed my bag with the invisibility cloak and some galleons and was out the door, promising to be back in about 4 hours. Once there I went directly to the washroom and was pleased to see that it was empty. I took the time turner out from around my neck and gave it 3 twists just as Hermione had done in 3rd year and prayed that it was ok. Not wanting to look for a clock I cast a spell to check the time; 4:00pm. Yes, I'd gone back 3 hours that left me with plenty of time! Ok, step 2; the charm to change my appearance. It's a bit hard to explain, so let me sum up. It casts a sort of illusion over my face in whatever image I want, but if somebody like Moody saw me they would see right through it and see my Darian image, not good. It was a difficult one to learn it said but I picked it up easy enough.

Throwing on my invisibility cloak I made my way over to the fire place and grabbed some Floo powder. I checked that nobody was watching then proceeded to throw the powder in and said clearly "Diagon Alley", praying that nobody would notice that a bodiless voice was using the Floo. I suffered through the usual process and came out with a bruised elbow and covered in soot, which would make me visible. I shook it off as best I could (until I couldn't see any soot or material for that matter). Apparently there was a drop off point in Diagon Alley for travelers as the fireplace I fell out of was in a secluded corner, not a shop.

Glancing around I found that I was near the Quidditch Supplies Shop, which was around the middle of Diagon Alley. This didn't help me much as I didn't actually know where Fred and George's store was. Just that it was a wizarding joke shop called "Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Better start lookin. Can't exactly ask for directions, I wouldn't answer an invisible person.

After searching for about ten minutes I found the shop, it was rather hard to miss. The inside was painted assorted fluorescent colours and every once in a while a firecracker would "accidentally" go off just outside drawing the attention of wizards and witches strolling by. Making sure my invisibility cloak was secure I cautiously walked in. I wouldn't put it past them to drop confetti (or something a bit more creative) on anyone who walks through the door.

The shelves were stacked with products and each kind wrapped in a different colour, whether for decoration or organization, I will never know. There must be everything they've ever made in here; scary. Back to task, I found George behind the cash and Fred in the next isle putting things on the shelves.

An evil plot crossed my mind, I could freak them out. Walking silently up to the counter I ringed the bell for service. Of course George couldn't see me and just looked at it for a sec. I ringed it another three times, by the end of which George was looking frantically through his pocket for his wand. "Will you cut it out George!" followed by a half hearted "Merlin". I rang again and again until George got himself together and was aiming his wand it. By now Fred was a little pissed and had stopped what he was doing and had just witnessed a self ringing bell be blasted into oblivion by his twin. Having caused enough trouble I pulled Fred's sleeve and dragged him into the back (Fred kicking and screaming the whole way) telling him to shut up. Once we were out of sight from the street I took off my invisibility cloak, revealing their friend Harry Potter.

Fred immediately stopped screaming and instead began shaking my hand. He stepped aside and let George welcome me in the same fashion. Pleasantries over George asked dejectedly "what d'you do that for Harry?"

Fred added in agreement "You owe us a new bell."

George flipped the sign in the store now reading "closed" so we wouldn't be disturbed.

We carried on talking for a while before getting down to business. It was really hard to carry a conversation with those two, let me tell you. They keep finishing each others sentences and move on to new topics out of the blue. Like first we're talking about my share of the stores profits as the financial backer, and then Fred says "Have you eaten at the new restaurant around the corner?"

Then George goes on to say "It's actually quite good."

Then Fred again "if you like flying pig that is."

Eventually I could be found sitting in a chair, watching a few demonstrations of "proper pick pocketing technique" as they called it. It was amazing! George stood at an imaginary street corner waiting impatiently for the light to change, hands clasped behind his back. Fred came up right beside him and looking at the "street" himself slowly slipped his hand into George's robe pocket. The second he had the item in his hand he whipped it lightning fast out of George's pocket and stuffed it into his own. All this had taken place within the time it would take for a muggle traffic light to change; although, how they knew about muggle traffic lights was beyond me and I wasn't about to ask.

I couldn't see myself pilfering from innocent people's pockets but as the twins say "Deatheaters aren't innocent." Like they were going to stand still for me anyway? Well, some wouldn't notice if I stood next to them (Crabbe and Goyle). With this thought I took a try at it, not even managing to find the damn thing in George's pocket, never mind doing it discreetly. After a few more tries, I was getting very frustrated. It couldn't be that hard! Rethinking strategy George conjured a dummy for me to nobble instead. There were bells set up on it. The goal was to get the item (in this case a hanky) out of the pocket without ringing any bells. Again Fred demonstrated. He did it without hitting a single bell. Next I tried and just slipping my hand into the pocket set off no less than 4 bells. We played for the next hour practicing on each other and trying to get it just right. When George tried he would often set off a bell or two, he wasn't as good at it as Fred.

Tired of that way we moved on to another way; one that in a battle situation was definitely more useful. "The pocket walk" they nick named it and it stuck. Fred and George stood at opposite sides of the room and casually walked toward each other, as two strangers going down the street. George was the intended victim and Fred the snatcher. Fred bumped his shoulder into George's, knocking him slightly. Casting a quick "sorry" over his shoulder they continued walking to the opposite side of the room. Turning around Fred held up the hanky victoriously. But how did he do it? I didn't see what had happened at first and they had to show me again. If I thought the first one was hard, this was impossible! Bloody Hell, I mean really. He had to approach his person at a certain speed so that they collided right so he could slip his hand in and pull it back without the victim noticing and it was generally undoable.

"Your way better now Harry." George stated encouragingly roughly another hour later; 2 and a half hours into the three I had until I was caught up with time and had to be back in the Three Broomsticks bathroom.

"Definitely." Fred added. "Unfortunately I reckon it's time you be off. We wouldn't want the Dursley's to worry."

"Right you are Fred" George agreed a big smile on his face. Turning to Fred he said "We can't have him go home empty handed though now can we?"

"No indeed." Fred concurred. He led us purposefully into the shop and began taking a few things from the shelves. "This and this, oh and one of these." I could hear Fred say down the isle. He came back his arms loaded with WWW products, no doubt radioactive and put them neatly into a bag behind the counter business like.

"Guys I don't need all that!" Not to mention, who on earth would he use it on! Dudley was miles away, course, they didn't know that. Not to mention Mad-Eye would wonder how I got it; as the source is pretty obvious. I don't think Dumbledore, Remus or Mad-Eye would be too happy with me then. And my birthday was only a week away! Regardless of my protests they gave me the bag claiming to hex me if I didn't take it. When they said that one I couldn't help but think Not if I hex you first. They did not tell me what everything did and instead claimed cheerfully that I would have to test them out on my cousin.

About to leave George offered "If you ever need anything just ask. We'll be happy to help a fellow thief out." Great wording that.

"Almost anything; can't go makin a promise we can't keep!" Fred said evenly.

"Too right." George added. At that they saluted dutifully and recited "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

That reminded me "Got any rat poison?" I asked, not completely in jest. I was only thinking of the traitorous Peter Pettigrew, but Fred and Gorge took it as a major insult to their worship worthy heroes; namely my dad and his friends.

They gasped and George looked like he was itching to take back the bag of pranks. "How dare you say that about the great Wormtail! He's a prankster's hero as you full well know!"

"We gave you their map, trusted you with it and you smear Wormtail's name!" Fred added.

"What's wrong with you! What have you got against 'im? I suppose your going to offer a leash for Padfoot and pants for Moony next!" Geroge yelled, his voice rising all the while.

I had to stifle a laugh at that last; they didn't know Moony applied to a werewolf! They probably thought it was some master prank he had pulled in which he pulled down his pants and mooned people. Trying to force the image of Remus mooning the school from my mind I replied seriously thinking now of Sirius as they had just reminded me "You don't even know them. What if they're Deatheaters?" At their openly shocked stares I said sadly "I'm sorry for what I said ok? I appreciate that you gave the map more than you can know but it doesn't mean that I have to be so seriously devoted to some old jokers who don't even know you exist!" I couldn't believe that I had just called them old jokers nor that I had lied so well; too Slytherin.

"Fine Harry. Suit yourself. But we would pay money to even see them, dark marked or not!" George stated boldly.

"Just don't insult them in front of us." Fred requested his face dead serious. About then I decided it would only be polite to leave and could only pray Mad-Eye wouldn't find out where I went and when. I turned and left only to be stopped as I reached the door, thinking they were going to ask for their stuff back. But they didn't instead Fred said "Be back here Tuesday at 6:00 in the afternoon. And Merlin's balls don't ring the bloody bell again!"

A/N

If your wondering, yes Fred and George worship the marauders like gods. Wonder what'll happen when they find out who they are? Remus'll have groupies!