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Finding Fred
Summery: "I HATE YOU" Fred shouted at his twin. In his anger, George spat "I wish you'd never been born" From that point on, life was change forever and only George knows. Will he be able to undo his mistake?
Chapter 1:
A puddle of melted jeans
George Weasley awoke late that morning, as usual. He looked over at the bed next to him and sae the sleeping form of Fred curled up in a tight ball beneath the blankets. George slipped out from his duvet, tiptoed over to his twins' bed, picked up a full glass of water that he hadn't drunk before he went to bed and poured it over the red head. Fred thrashed around franticly, spluttering and shaking his mane of soaking hair.
"George" Fred said hoarsely, grabbing his brothers' shirt and pulling his face closer. "I'm going to kill you"
"How can I take you seriously with water dripping from your nose" George gasped between laughs.
Fred shook his head again causing droplets of water to fly around the room. He threw one arm around George's neck and rubbed his head with his fist. The morning started with the usual Weasley Twin fight, Fred and George charging around the room after each other, waking up the rest of the house with the noise.
I hope things never change Thought George as he grabbed the top of Fred's boxers and pulled them past his navel.
"FRED, GEORGE. SHUT UP" yelled Mrs Weasley.
"CALM DOWN" cried Percy.
There was a small knock at the door. Ginny barged into the room and started wrestling her brothers, who had been waiting for her to arrive. That's what normally happened. Fred and George fight, their mum and Percy shout then Ginny will join the fight. A typical Weasley day. It's never been different since Ginny was six and will never change, they hoped.
Fred, George and Ginny lay panting on the floor in a heap. George's pyjama shirt was ripped, Fred still had his boxers half way up his back and Ginny had a sock stuffed in her mouth. They were still trying to recover when Ron opened the door.
"Mum says if you don't go down to breakfast now then you'll starve 'till lunch." He mumbled.
"No problemo, little bro" Fred said cheerfully, pulling the soak from Ginny's mouth and throwing it at Ron.
Ron peeled the sock from his face with a discussed look. He sighed then left.
"What's up with him" George asked.
"He's upset" piped up Ginny "Hermione hasn't replied to his last letter, it's been about a week since he wrote it. Now let's go to breakfast, I'm starving."
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Fred swallowed his last piece of toast then was promptly dragged from the room by George. He was pulled up the stairs and into his room, where George pushed him onto his bed.
"What are you doing?" Fred asked George, who was now throwing random pieces of clothing from the wardrobe.
"Searching"
"Searching for what?"
"This" smiled George, showing his brother a long black robe, with a golden collar and cuffs. It would have been very smart looking if it wasn't covered in potion stains. "Percy's robe"
"The one he got with his first wages?" enquired Fred, knelling down to examine a bight blue stain near the bottom. "Why have we got it again?"
George shrugged "No idea, but I don't want it. Let's return it"
"Return it! George are you mad, Percy will kill us!"
"You weren't so worried about being killed when we changed his Prefects badge to say Pin Head" George reasoned "Besides, he's gone out to work with his boyfriend Mr Crouch, he'll never find out we took it."
Fred nodded "True. Let's go"
They sneaked out of the room, George had the robe stuffed up his shirt. They descended a flight of stairs and walked straight into Ron, who was moping around with his hands in his pockets.
"What Happened to you?" He questioned, eyeing the lump in Georges shirt.
"I'm pregnant" George answered sarcastically, barging past Ron into Percy's room.
"OY! What you doing?"
"Keep your over grown nose out of other peoples business." Fred called as the door closed behind him.
"To bad this isn't Ginny's room" George said as he hung the robe in the back of the wardrobe. "We could have nicked one of her dolls and pretended it was a baby. That would confuse Ron easily"
"Knowing Ginny, she's probably got one of those muggle Action Man things that muggle boy's have" smiled Fred, looking at the stuff neatly laid out on Percy's bedside table "Awww, how cute"
He picked up a photograph and showed it to George. The picture was of Percy and his girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater. It was obviously taken on their last day of their last year because the overly polished Head Boy badge was gleaming on Percy's chest. In the picture, Penelope would lean over and kiss Percy on the cheek, but Percy would ignore her and continue to read his leaflet about jobs in the Ministry. Penelope would scowl and sit back down with her arms folded.
"He's a complete git, isn't he?" said George "I don't see how Penelope can stand him"
"Yeah" agreed Fred, leaving the room.
Ron was still sulking around on the landing outside Percy's room. When he heard the bedroom close, he frowned at George.
"I just thought-" he started.
"Did it hurt?" George asked.
Ron ignored him "You can't have a baby 'cause you're a guy"
The twins groaned. Fred opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a shout from downstairs.
"Fred, George, Ron!" came Mrs Weasly's voice "There are letters down here for you. I think Ron's is from Hermione!"
Ron's frown instantly changed to a smile. He almost skipped down the stairs.
"Stupid git" Fred muttered, following Ron downstairs "why doesn't he just ask the poor girl out then they won't be at each others throats so much"
George nodded in agreement "It'll do the whole wizarding world a favour"
On the kitchen table were two Hogwarts letters and a scroll of parchment. One Hogwarts letter was addressed to Fred and the other was to George. The scroll had 'Ronald' written on it in Hermione's tiny writing. George picked up the one addressed to him and slit the envelope open. The letter read:
ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS
Pass Grades: Outstanding (O) Fail Grades: Poor (P)
Exceeds Expectations (E)Dreadful (D)
Acceptable (A) Troll (T)
George looked sideways at Fred, who was watching his brother nervously. They nodded together and continued to read their letters.
GEORGE MATTHEW WEASLEY HAS ACHIEVED:
Astronomy:P
Arithmancy:P
Care of Magical Creatures: D
Charms:P
Defence Against the Dark Arts: E
Herbology:A
History of Magic:T
Potions:O
Transfiguration:P
After reading the parchment twice, George swapped his results with Fred. He gave a sigh of relief when he noticed that Fred had got exactly the same.
"Phew, I'm glad they put your middle name too" grinned Fred, scanning Georges results. "I hate it when they call me Fred Callum Weasley, it sounds so weird"
"THREE OWL'S" Mrs Weasley screamed, making Fred and George jump. "You only got three OWL's"
"It's not that bad-" Fred started.
"NOT THAT BAD!" Mrs Weasley shouted "What are you going to do with Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology and Potions?"
George looked down at his feet "We can still continue with the joke shop we-"
"JOKE SHOP! WHAT ABOUT A JOKE SHOP?"
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The twins stormed up to their room three hours later, both fuming, ears pounding, but amazed by how long their mother could shout for.
"You shouldn't have said anything" Fred said furiously, slamming the door behind him.
"Oh, it's all my fault now, is it?
"Yeah!" Yelled Fred "You're the one who said about the joke shop!"
"Well you're the one who let mum read the results over your shoulder" raged George.
"I didn't know she was there" Fred argued.
"Well you should have!"
George picked up a potion bottle from the bedside table and threw it against the wall. The bottle smashed and the potion inside splattered all over the wall and over Fred's jeans. The twins watched in horror as the wall paper began to melt away. Fred looked down at his legs.
"GEORGE, YOU IDIOT!" Fred roared, standing in a puddle of blue liquid "THEY WERE MY FAVOURITE JEANS!"
"THEY WERE ONLY YOUR FAVOURITE JEANS BECAUSE ANGELINA SAID SHE LIKED THEM" bellowed George, taking his wand from the table. "Reparo"
The puddle around Fred quivered but remained a puddle.
"I HATE YOU" Fred shouted at his twin.
In his anger, George spat "I wish you'd never been born"
He was gripping his wand so tightly that it almost snapped in half. Green sparks flew from the end of the wand and hit Fred directly in the chest. Fred froze. He hovered in the air for a minute with an eerie green glow before disappearing with a 'pop'. Darkness blinded George. He felt himself fall to the floor.
A/N: Please R+R. And if you like the Marauders, please read my other story How the Marauders met