It's a Twin Thing:

Prologue

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The blood curdling scream was enough to make any normal person jump through the ceiling. I suppose that it was a good thing that the red-headed family known as the weasleys were not normal. In fact, they were about as far from normal as they come! And with Fred and George Weasley living in their home, screams, bangs, and explosions were all included on a very long list of things to be expected.

But something about this scream was different. It was... feminine? But who in the house could Fred and George prank that had a high pitched shriek like that? Even they wouldn't risk pranking their six year old sister, and they would be mad to do anything to Mrs. Weasley herself... unless the voice wasn't only because of the prank, but was the prank itself. Lets find out.

A plump, red-headed witch sighed and made her way up the stairs of the Burrow, plainly irritated to no end. Once up, she headed down the long hallway with the skill and calmness a person who did this every day. As she passed each door on either side of her, she mumbled the owners name in her head.

'Ginny, Bill, Ron, Charlie, ah, here we are.' She stopped at one of the doors and, showing no hesitation, rapped her knuckles on it. "Fred! George! Get out here and tell me what you've done! Now!" The door opened quickly, and Molly Weasley found herself staring into the identicle faces of her two nine year old sons.

One of the boys, who Mrs. Weasley recognized as George, let out a wide smile and said, "Certainly, Mum! We love showing off our work! Right, Fred?"

"Right, George!" said Fred, "We've really outdone ourselves this time!"

And with that, they took off down the hall, stopping by the only door that had a nameplate on it. The beautifully crafted nameplate read: PERCY.

Without bothering to knock, George pushed the door open to reveal an eleven year old red-head who was deeply intrested in looking down his throat in his bedroom mirror. It was Fred who spoke up first, while George tried not to laugh outright in front of their mom.

"You're gonna be looking a long time if you think you're going to find a frog in there, Perce!"

The boy turned to them in rage, and yelled, "Shut up!" The words didn't come out as planned, but rather as a squeeky, high pitched girls voice. George couldn't help it anymore; he was rolling on the floor beside his twin, laughing his head off.

Mrs. Weasley glared at them. "You two had better know the counter curse for this! Otherwise, you had better hope that your meals can fit through the crack under your door!"

Their laughter ceased, and genuine looks of worry crossed their faces as they explained one minor problem to their mother.

"What do you mean there is no counter curse?" Before either of the twins could come up with something to say, Percy, who had heard what Mrs. Weasley said, let out a girly shriek.

Despite the fact that their very angry mother was standing over them, this sent them both bursting into another round of laughter. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

"Percy, dear, go find your father. He'll know what to do." She watched her son dissapear down the steps before turning to the twins, who were quietly attempting to sneak back into their bedroom.

"You two are lucky, you know. I'm not going to punish you for this. Only because your father has a very important meeting tonight, and you best be on good behavior when his co-workers come to meet him before they go to dinner. Alicia will be coming to stay with us untill the meeting is over. Derick is bringing her with him."

Alicia Spinnet was the twin's best friend. Fun, fiery, and just as mischevous as they were, she had been friends with Fred and George for two years.

Mrs. Weasley looked as if she was going to say something else, but stopped short when the sound of someone walking up the stairs, followed shortly by hysteric laughter, sounded through the house.

Two people appeared at the top of the steps with sparkling blue eyes, freckles, and... Well what do you know? Both Bill and Charlie Weasley had red hair as well. Bill, seeing his mother's stern glare, became silent. Charlie however, the bolder of the two, strode foreward and clapped his little brother's on the back.

"Nice work, guys. This has to be your best yet! God, I hope it stays like that! Then he'd never talk again!"

"Charlie! I'm trying not to encourage this!"

Charlie didn't seem to care a bit that this wasn't supposed to be a good thing. Being a fourteen year old wizard, he thought it was brilliant.

Now, don't think Bill isn't funloving and brave as well. He just happens to have enough common sense to congratulate his brothers away from his mother.

"Er, Charlie? Maybe we should go play a game of exploding snap... or something."

"Why would I want to..." Seeing the look on his mother's face, he understood. "Oh, right. Lets go!"

And with that, Charlie hurried back down the stairs, though he could still be heard imitating Percy for a few minutes after.

Mrs. Weasley sighed yet again, and turned to her sons. She opened her mouth for another lecture, but, as fate should have it, a knock sounded at the door just then.

"That must be Leesh!" announced Fred.

"Yeah, don't want to keep her waiting!"

And suddenly, Molly Weasley was left in the hall alone.

So, what do you think? This is going to be my best work because the twins are my favorite characters. R&R and tell me what you think!

Signed,

CC57