Walking in to the hall Fred was excited, finally, him and his brother had dreamed of coming here just like there brothers when they had been young and now they were here.
Looking to his side George was staring around the great hall in amazement which drew Fred's attention to it to.
He had never been in such a grand place.
The ceiling rocked.
"I wish we had that in our room," he said to his brother.
"I should think every one who comes here does!" George agreed.
Looking to the Gryffindor house table where every Weasley hoped to go, he saw his brother Percy.
He gave his younger brother the thumbs up and hoped that the twins would join him soon.
It was then the sorting begun.
Other kids got called up when at last, what felt like a life time they got to the W's.
Fred looked at his brother as he got called up first and sat on the stool.
For the first time ever he was nervous.
What if he was the weak link in the chain of Weasley's?
What if he let this generation down? What if got sorted in to Slytherin?
in the mean while as these thoughts run through his head, he had not realised that the sorting Hat had made its mind up.
"Gryffindor," it roared and there was a cheer at the table.
He had got it he thought to himself. His mum and dad were going to be so proud of him.
Now all he had to do was wait fort George, he did to have to wait long though.
Making a toast to one another the twins smiled. This was the best day of there lives.
"Hi I'm lee Jordan." Said a boy from across the table. "Who are you?"
"I'm Gred."
"And I'm Forge."
And that was how the real golden trio was formed.