Omake: Dedicated to Guest nat for being the first to review.

THIS IS ONLY AN OMAKE. I have no plans to develop this in the actual story, so…

"Mum!" George hollered. "We're heading out!"

"Don't lose your portkey!" their mum yelled back. "And do not buy any prank supplies!"

"Yeah, yeah, we've got it," George rolled his eyes, exchanging a mischievous grin with Fred. They had finally managed to wrangle a trip to a nearby Muggle town with no supervision from their mother, and had every intention to milk the town dry.

Quickly running out the door before any of their siblings came downstairs, it was only a few minutes walk to get to the portkey point. Fred always went first (he insisted), so George waited a few seconds before following.

They arrived with barely a stumble, used to short-distance portkeys. The alley was mall and dimly lit, and sounds of hustle and bustle drifted in from beyond. Excited, George quickly stuffed his portkey necklace under his (Muggle!) shirt and left the alley, melding into the crowd.

Fred caught hold of his sleeve before George could completely disappear, and they made their way through the noon-time rush of the streets. It was a small suburb town, with few automobiles and rickety fences lining cobblestone streets. There was a line of shops against one side and open stalls down the other; a little farther down the road apartments towered in grey and white.

The twins made a beeline for a small building with a wooden sign saying 'Ol' Magic Shop'. Faded colorful paint peeled off in curling ribbons, and the windows held an inch thick of dust, but it held an air of mystique that appealed to an adventurer's sense.

Rushing in, Fred slammed the door against the sun behind them and George stared in awe at the small gong that sounded as they entered. An old lady with hanging fake eyelashes was behind the counter. She looked dead, for all they knew, but George managed to tug Fred away from checking.

They wandered over to a small display of Muggle card tricks, watching in awe the black and white screen of a television as a magician performed in front of a camera.

"We should get this for dad," George muttered to Fred. Fred nodded, captivated by a ribbon-from-sleeve- trick.

They were just about to move to the next aisle when a glint of light caught Fred's eye.

Curious, Fred looked closer at the shelf. Under what seemed to be a mountain of dirt, a blade peaked out.

Suddenly, Fred was overcome by a wave of sorrow and loss. In a fit of nostalgia, he dusted off the blade and held it up by the handle, which really was a wooden stick with loose leather wrappings. The familiar, if unbalanced, feel of a blade nearly set Fred laughing with glee. He allowed himself a grin. How long had it been since he last held a sword...

"What's that, Fred?" George's voice came from behind him, and immediately Fred came to reality. He put the blade down, ignoring how his blood stopped singing the second it left his hands.

"Just an old sword. It's all dusty." Wrinkling his nose, Fred turned towards his brother, ignoring the prickling in his spine. "We've spent a while here. We should probably go on."

Nodding reluctantly, George followed his brother out of the aisle. The old lady was gone from her counter, and in her place was a young boy, younger than them. He had wild black hair and a pair of glasses sliding down his nose. He seemed to be reading a magazine.

George put down a tarot card deck and a pair of Chinese handcuffs onto the wood counter. "How much?"

The boy looked up at them with honey orange eyes, and Fred froze. "T-Tsuna?" he choked out.

The boy startled. "Wha- who are you?" He looked terrified, eyes darting back and forth, and Fred knew.

"Tsuna," his voice was gentler. "I know it's you."

The boy flinched, eyeing Fred warily, before his eyes flashed even brighter, and Fred felt a wave of love and acceptance and hope. "T-Takeshi?"

Fred nodded, relieved. "Though not right now." He glanced at George, who looked ready to throw the cards at Tsuna.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" George demanded, glaring. "Fred, why do you know him?"

Fred laughed, a broken sound. "Don't worry, he's a friend." Tears stung his eyes. He grinned at Tsuna. "Hi, Tsuna."

Tsuna smiled, and a light shown in his eyes. "Hi, Takeshi. It's been a while."

Fred let out a laugh much clearer and lighter than before. "It has hasn't it?"

"Fred." George growled out, looking extremely confused.

Fred smiled at his twin, hoping to put George at ease. "George, this is Tsuna. Tsuna, this is George, my twin."

"Hi George," Tsuna said obligingly. George grudgingly nodded at the boy.

"Why are you here?" Fred asked curiously. The presence of George kept him from asking anymore.

Tsuna looked meaningfully over his shoulder, and shrugged. "My aunt left me here." Dizzying hate erupted over their reforged bond, contrasting with the nonchalance of the words. George looked startled, so Fred wondered if he was also somehow connected to Tsuna.

"Oh." Fred's eyes narrowed, and then they creased into a smile. "Well, I guess you're coming with us then."

"What." Tsuna and George said in unison.

Not sure if I'll write more to this...maybe later. For now, just imagine the chaos that results from Tsuna being introduced to the Weasley household. Sorry, kind of abrupt ending, I'll probably change it later. Also, it's choppy on purpose. This happened before Hogwarts, though actual ages are shifty.