A/n: Wow thank you to the people who still read and review this fic! This one will be quite long...

Potter the Stalker

The next day, Harry finally decided to visit a family very dear to him. He took his trusty broom and traveled a few miles before eventually reaching the nice little house where the noblest wizarding family lived (well in his opinion). It was different from what he remembered. The garden was full of weeds, the paint was peeling off the walls, and the windows were falling off their hinges. He cautiously approached the door, feeling very nervous and anxious.

"Hello?" He knocked on the door and waited for an answer. He knocked again, and nobody came. He knocked harder and louder, and still nobody came. Perhaps they decided to take a family trip somewhere, he assumed. That would explain why the house was so untidy. He turned around and prepared to leave when someone finally opened the door.

"What do you want?" An angry voice behind him boomed.

Harry turned around excitedly and found himself face to face with an enormous, hairy man.

"I – well I was just – George Weasley?" He tried.

"Weasley?" the man scratched his bearded chin. He looked over his shoulder and bellowed, "MAGGIE! DO YOU KNOW SOMEONE NAMED WEASLEY?"Another enormous being approached the door, carrying a chocolate bar.

"Weasley… hmmm…" Maggie pondered. She looked exactly like the enormous man, except she was completely bald. The only hair she had was on her eyebrows and in her nostrils from what Harry could see. "Nuh-uh."

"Sorry laddie, we don't know anything bout them Weasleys. We've been living here our whole lives." The man apologized.

"That can't be possible. The Weasleys have been living here since before I was even born," Harry said.

"You must have the wrong house then. Maggie and I have lived here since we were little tikes," The man argued. "Well whoever it is you're finding, I hope you find them."

Harry wasn't in the mood to argue. "Thank you for your time," he said simply, and took off.

Harry felt desperate. He went inside a phone booth and quickly retrieved the phonebook. Maybe, just maybe the Weasleys were living as muggles. He looked through the Ws and found one Weasley in the phone book. F & G Weasley, Alley Lane, 654-7822… Why didn't it say the house number? He thought, but he didn't care. As long as he knew the street, it would take no time finding which house it was. Harry smiled joyfully and decided to give the twins a little surprise.

Alley Lane was full of elegant houses. Harry would never imagine Fred and George living in a neighborhood like this. He sat on a bench, reading a newspaper and waiting patiently for any redhead to pass by. It was 4 PM and he had to go to work in 30 minutes because of a change in working shifts.

Five more minutes and I'm leaving, he thought. He had been sitting there for at least 3 hours and the neighbors were beginning to think he was a spy for the government or something. Five minutes later, no sign of any redheads. He sighed, feeling slightly disappointed, but there was always tomorrow. He folded up the newspaper and left it on the bench. He put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked away. He did not feel like going to work at all.

As he was crossing the street, a car was slowly approaching him. He hurried to get out of the way, and as the car drove by, he caught a glimpse of a red-headed gentleman on the driver's seat. He quickly ran after the car and yelled, "STOP!" The car came to a halt and parked to the side of the road. Then the driver lowered his windows.

"Yes?" The man inside was wearing sunglasses.

"Are you George or Fred Weasley?" Harry said exhaustedly.

"I'm Fred Weasley, and who might you be?" He replied.

"I'm George!" Harry heard a voice coming from the backseat. He looked and saw a man looking to be around his mid-30s, with four attractive girls sitting on him and beside him.

"It's me! Harry!" He smiled.

Fred took off his sunglasses and stared at him. "Harry…?"

"Harry Potter… Don't you remember me?" Harry reminded him.

"We know a Harry Clark, Harry Peterson, Harry Istead, Harry Johnson… nope, we don't recall knowing anyone named Harry Potter. Sorry," The windows began to move up but Harry placed his hands to stop them.

"I – I was supposed to marry your sister, Ginny," He added, hoping that would help them remember.

Fred chuckled. "We don't have a sister,"

Harry froze. Did they get amnesia? Or maybe alsymers? "Fred, don't tell me you don't remember Hogwarts? And professor Dumbledore? And Quidditch?"

Fred laughed again. "Having fun making up words? I'm sorry sir, but I think you should get some help."

"Let's go! Get rid of that hobo, my ladies and I want to have some fun," George said from the back.

"Well we must be on our way, good day sir," Fred raised the windows higher.

"But – " Harry began, but Fred shut the window tightly and drove off. Harry couldn't give up. He followed the car and found it entering one of the biggest houses in the neighborhood. 1556, he remembered the number. He promised this wasn't going to be their last encounter.

Harry left work early that night, saying he had a migraine. He quickly took the subway and returned to Alley Lane. Finally he reached 1556 and pressed the buzzer on the gate. It was probably 500 times bigger than the burrow.

"Who is it?" A voice from a speaker inquired.

"I need to speak with Fred and George," Harry replied.

"May I know who's speaking please?" The voice asked.

"An old friend," He said firmly.

"Sorry sir, but they're busy at the moment. Maybe you can come by tomorrow morning," The monotone voice told him.

"No, I need to see them now," Harry insisted.

"I'm sorry sir," Harry heard the voice disconnect from the other line. He looked at the gate. It was about 100 meters high, and impossible to climb. He looked around, making sure nobody was watching or paying attention. He hid himself behind an oak tree on the front lawn and took out his wand. "Disapparate!"

He found himself in a large, beautifully decorated living room. There were pictures of Fred and George on the wall, dressed in business suits, carrying trophies, playing golf, and many more. The floor was made of marble, and it shined in the light. Harry walked around carefully, not wanting to break or scratch anything. He was amazed at how rich they were now. He turned a corner and heard a distant laugh. He followed his senses and found an open room where there was a big screen, plasma TV, a pool table, a poker table, a ping pong table, a mini-arcade, and comfy couches and chairs. There was a refrigerator at the side, and a silver stereo playing jazz music. On one couch, was Fred with two girls on his lap. On the other couch was George, with two girls on his lap. They both seemed quite amused with these women.

Harry knew he had to talk to them now or never. How could he get rid of the women? He pointed his wand to one of the girls on Fred.

"Densaugeo!" He cast. Fred pushed the girl away with a confused look on his face.

"What?" She demanded.

"Something happened," He told her.

"What happened?" She asked.

"Oh my god Cassie! Your teeth are growing!" The other girl screamed.

George's girls stopped paying attention to George and looked at what was happening.

"What are you talking about Jessie? Is this a joke?" She rolled her eyes and leaned towards Fred.

"Actually, she's not joshing." Fred pushed her off him.

Cassie touched her teeth and screamed. "OH MY GOD WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?" She ran to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. A loud scream filled the room.

"What's going on? I don't understand how this could happen!" She said worriedly. "What did you do to me you sick bastard?"

"I didn't do anything to you except pay you for your services. I want a refund please," Fred replied. "And get out of our house!"

"No!" The girls took their purses and began to run out of the room.

"Oh let them have it Fred. A few hundred pounds makes no difference to us," George said coolly.

"You're right. That's what we get for getting American girls," Fred shrugged.

When Harry was sure the girls were gone, he whispered, "Apparate!"

"Did you just hear a loud crack or something?" George frowned. "I swear I heard something…"

"Yeah I think I heard something to," Fred agreed. "It must be from outside."

"No, it's not," Harry said from behind them. The two men looked at him with fright.

"It's the psycho from this afternoon!" George realized. "How did you get in here?"

"I'm going to call the authorities if you don't leave now," Fred said threateningly.

"They can't catch me," Harry smirked. "I just want to talk to both of you. I need some answers."

"Answers to what? Do you want some money? If that's all you want we'll give you as much as you need," Fred said.

"Can we just sit down and talk calmly? I'm not interested in your money or anything you can offer me. All I want you to do is answer my questions honestly. I won't hurt you, and I promise I'll leave when I feel I've done what I can do here," Harry assured them.

Fred and George looked at each other unsurely, but nodded their heads and sat down.

"First of all, who were the people at the burrow?" Harry wanted to know.

"Where?" George laughed. "You and your silly made-up words."

"Look, I'm not making any of this up," Harry insisted. "Do you remember this?" He took out his wand.

"That's nothing but an ugly, wooden stick," Fred rolled his eyes. "You're quite the fellow."

Harry controlled himself. He was beginning to grow impatient. Did they really forget everything? Their whole life? "Do you remember Zonko's?"

"Of course we do! That's our company name!" Fred laughed. "We sell joke books, pranks in a box, cigarettes that smell like fart, anything you can imagine!"

Harry began to ease up a bit. So they do remember something. This was more like the Fred and George he knew.

"Do you remember Hogsmeade? Diagon Alley?" He continued.

They gave him a blank expression.

"Well… how long have you two been living here?" Harry asked.

"Our parents own this house, and when they passed away we inherited a great sum of money. We've always wanted to start our own business, so we started Zonko's Joke Shop." George explained.

"Molly and Arthur Weasley?"

The twins nodded.

"How are things with your other brothers? Ron, Percy, Bill, Charlie…" Harry felt he was finally getting somewhere.

"Oh we don't have any brothers," Fred told him.

"How did your parents die?"

"A stroke. Both of them at the same time. Quite odd if you ask us, but we let it go," George muttered. "It's been about 10 years since it happened."

"Yes, 10 years indeed," Fred nodded.

Harry was beginning to understand. Someone must've put a memory charm on Fred and George and completely changed their lives. They were now full-fledged muggles, yet somehow they still had the same sense of humor and adventure they had before. It angered him that he couldn't find out more about what had happened, but he decided this was enough for now.

"Well, thanks for talking to me," Harry thanked them.

"We still want to know how you got in here. I mean we have the top security system in England, yet you still managed to get in here. Fascinating," George admired.

"Do you still believe in magic?" Harry grinned.

Fred and George laughed, and led him out the front door.

"What did you say your name was again?" Fred asked, as Harry stepped out the door.

"Harry Potter," Harry said and slowly walked away.

"Yes, we do," Harry heard George's voice admit. Harry turned around and watched them shut the door.

A/n: Sorry about the whole American thing. I'm not racist or anything, just felt like putting that. And I made up Alley Lane…it'd be funny if it was real though.