AUTHOR'S NOTE Hehe, poor Fred and George! Sorry about the delay – Christmas break has been really busy and hectic. I'll try to be better!

DISCLAIMER Don't own them. Still.

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George awoke with a headache that went far beyond pounding. He barely remembered the night before and really didn't want to open his eyes."Ugh, George, ge-off me!" Fred muttered. His voice was muffled by the cot he was lying facedown on.

George opened his eyes as much as he dared and realized that he was sprawled very ungracefully on top of Fred. He managed to sit up and held his head in agony. Fred groaned next to him, unable to move.

"Good morning!" Hawkeye called in a soft singsong voice. The twins groaned their reply. "We thought as much. Here." He handed the boys two glasses of water and four white pills.

"Whasis?" George managed to ask as he swallowed two pills and Fred swallowed the others.

"Just a little Muggle medicine," Trapper replied, not looking up from his magazine.

Uh oh.

"How d'you know that word?" Fred asked blearily, struggling to hold onto consciousness.

"We don't," Hawkeye answered. "But you called us that all last night, so we figure that you do."

"Take 20 minutes for that aspirin to kick in," Trapper said. "Then we need to have a talk." Fred and George groaned. This would not be fun.

…

Surprisingly, the Muggle medicine worked within twenty minutes just as Trapper had said. The twins sat, quite uncomfortably, on the empty cot as Hawkeye and Trapper looked warily at them.

Fred looked to George, his eyes clearly saying, "You got us into this, you explain it!"

But before either twin could begin to explain, Hawkeye had produced a wooden crate. Opening it hesitantly, he held it out. "Uh, care to explain this?" he asked.

An angry black snake lay coiled in the bottom. George groaned. "The serpent."

"Now," Trapper interrupted, "we're a little confused. We weren't completely sober last night, but I for one was nowhere near drunk enough to imagine a snake!"

"And now we're sober and the snake's still here," Hawkeye pointed out. "Care to explain?"

There was an uncomfortable silence. Fred and George glanced at each other. Fred took a deep breath. "We aren't from around here."

"We know, you're British," Hawkeye said. "No one's from around here."

"No, what Fred means is that we aren't from 1951." George paused, knowing he sounded worthy of St. Mungo's Psych Ward. "We came from the year 1999."

Hawkeye and Trapper just blinked. "He's telling the truth," Fred muttered miserably.

"Well if you're crazy, then we're crazy too," Trapper commented, indicating the snake again.

The twins visibly relaxed when the two surgeons didn't immediately proclaim them nuts. George rummaged around in his coat pocket and produced the broken Time Turner. A nurse had returned it to him with his other belongings after he'd been released from Post-Op.

"This is what got us here."

Hawkeye and Trapper looked incredibly curious. "What is it?" asked Trapper.

"It's called a Time Turner. We use it – "

"Wait," Hawkeye interrupted. "Who exactly is 'we?'"

"All people in the world fall into one of two categories," Fred explained. "Even now in 1951. Most people are just normal."

"But there are others, like us, who are different," George jumped in. "Who possess magical abilities. Magical children begin schooling when they're eleven years old and go for seven years. Me 'n Fred went to a school called Hogwarts in England."

Hawkeye and Trapper tried very hard to believe the boys, but naturally found it difficult. "And what is a Muggle?" Trapper finally asked.

"Muggle is our term for non-magic people. Normal people," Fred said.

The two surgeons nodded. That made some kind of twisted sense. "So then…Time Turner?" Hawkeye asked.

"Right." George put the broken object down. "Wizards use them to travel through time. They're relatively simple."

Fred nodded his agreement. "But we have something else called a portkey. You can take any Muggle object and make it into a teleportation device." He grinned momentarily. "They're bloody fun." His brow furrowed again. "But my brilliant twin tried to turn this Time Turner into a portkey and it didn't really work all that well."

"Which ultimately explains why we are in South Korea in 1951 as opposed to Great Britain in 1999."

Hawkeye and Trapper were desperately trying to understand. "Uh…the snake?" Hawkeye asked.

George blushed shamefully. "That was me showing off." He glanced sideways at Fred. "It wasn't the best choice of spells."

Fred scoffed. "It bloody wasn't!"

"Why not?" asked Trapper.

"The serpent and all spells associated with it are generally considered Slytherin material." George saw the surgeons' confused looks. "The school for witchcraft and wizardry where we were taught…"

"Hogwarts," Fred interrupted.

"Right. All of Hogwarts' students are divided into four houses. Slytherin is one of them."

"Oh. Is that bad?" Hawkeye asked.

More memories of the war boiled to the surface. The twins sobered. "In our history, most of those witches and wizards who have gone bad came from Slytherin."

The Swampmen knew not to ask anymore. Fred and George's eyes spoke volumes about the battles they'd suffered. Every soldier who came through the 4077th had the same look.

Frank suddenly burst into the Swamp. "Oh! So you four finally decided to rejoin the living?" he taunted.

"Shut up Frank!" Trapper snapped.

"You can't fool me, McIntyre!" Frank said. "You've been drinking!"

Hawkeye rolled his eyes. "Very good, Frank."

"And what is a patient doing in here anyway?" Frank asked, indicating George in disgust.

"Nothing," Fred said quickly. "We're leaving." Waves of dizziness assaulted the twins as they stood up, but they made it out.

"Aw, Frank!" Hawkeye whined. "You made our playmates go away!" He and Trapper laughed as Frank sniffed and turned away to ignore them. Usually they would say anything to irritate Frank, but Hawkeye and Trapper were silent.