Title: Four Trouble Maker's are Better then Two
Chapter One: Dreams
Summery: Fred and George meet Alica, Angelina, and Katie (who is in the twin's year). Unfortunately, I may accidentally make it fluffy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did, because Dumbledore wouldn't be- well never mind. Harry Potter just would be slightly- erm- different.
"Fred, George! Hurry up, you'll miss the train!" Mrs. Weasley shouted at the twins, who were lollygagging behind, plotting, of course.
It was September 1, on what Fred and George would look back on as their first day of school. And the start of a reputation, that, in a way of its own, would out shine any other Weasley's. But, as in the case any reputation, it would have its drawbacks. One in particular is girls.
Neither of the boys liked girls. They thought they were cootie-ridden, not that they new what that meant, but Bill said it when he was a first year. They had talked the night before about girl friends. They decided that they wouldn't allow any of that stuff. They were too cool for girls. For the time being.
By the time they got on the train, it had just started to move, and they were looking for a compartment, quickly.
And George ran ahead of Fred, so Fred sped up. They had always been competitive, in a good natured way. But their carts speed grew out of hand, and they ran into a dark boy with black dreadlocks, who dropped a small cardboard box with air holes in it. A hairy leg was now sticking out of it.
"Bloody awesome! Oi, Fred, lookie here!" said a panting boy, with a grin that glowed of mischief and eyes as big as saucers.
Fred features formed the same expressions as his twins making them completely identical, until he looked the tall, dark skinned kid they had crashed into.
Still grinning, Fred began to talk, pulling George out of his mesmerized state.
"Hey, mate, I'm Fred, and this is-"
"George. George Weasley."
"Lee's m'name. Lee Jordan. And I've seen you've met Melvin, my Tarantula," spoke the boy.
This time, George spoke up.
"Yes, about that-"
Lee cut his off.
"Wait- are you the George and Fred Weasley?"
"Umm…" After speaking, George turned and looked perplexedly at Fred.
"I guess, I mean, you haven't met any other Weasley twins names Fred or George, have you, Lee?"
Lee Jordan's eye glowed with excitement, as if he were meeting someone famous.
"Well, my older brother Michael's friends with Bill Weasley, and I've heard loads about you two! I'm always getting in trouble in school, and at home, for that matter, and from what I've heard about you, we'd get along."
Fred and George looked at each other, amazed.
Fred was the first to speak.
"We haven't even stepped foot inside the school yet and we're already famous!"
George, although he agreed with this comment, spoke as if it wasn't spoken.
"Well, Lee, may we use your Tarantula for some, erm, business? If you want you can help the Prankster Princes."
Fred elbowed George out of the way, giving him a look that said he didn't think George had to be so business like.
"What George means to ask is if you wanna scare some girls? And, of course, George now knows that Prankster Princes is a stupid name, and that we are Fred the Magnificent, and his Clone." Fred ended this looking particularly over-dramatic.
Lee snickered, but not because of what Fred had said. George had just charmed Fred's shirt to read in red letters 'George's Larger-Headed Clone.'
By the time Fred figured it out and whipped around to look at George, George's wand was tucked away, and George was smirking as he causally leaned back on the wall behind him.
After a few more minutes of useless arguing and a particularly painful curse that ended up with George looking like a girl, the recently formed trio was standing in front of an all-girl compartment, with a few small spiders at hand, plus Lee's cardboard-box.
After knocking firmly, a tall African American girl stood at the door. She was dressed in loose jeans, and large, white and red "Weird Sister's" t-shirt.
She raised one eyebrow at them, and they seemed all right.
"Yeah? Ya'knocked?" the girl asked watching them suspiciously with wide set chocolate eyes.
"Well, we got on the train late, and on this whole ruddy train, there isn't a single free compartment. Can we sit with you?" Fred asked.
The girl shrugged.
"I don't mind, but if they" the dark girl motioned to the other two girls sitting in the booth "you better leave; they get pretty fierce when they're mad. You'll favor them if you mention that you think girls can play Quidditch really well, though. By the way, I'm Angelina Johnson."
"I'm Fred."
"George."
"Lee."
Angelina turned around and sat down and motioned them in, and introduced them to Katie Bell and Alicia.
A few minutes later, Alicia and Katie ran out of the compartment, screaming.
Angelina grinned and stared fascinated at the tarantula on her lap.