That night Fred, Alex and Harry walked back to the common room, when they entered the portrait of that fat lady she scowled at them and allowed them access. As they entered they were greeted by cheers and thunderous applause, confetti that magically changed colours exploded over their heads it was bright and welcoming. Alex was pulled in by Alicia, Katie and Angelina her brother followed angrily behind, looking as though he was ready to give her a lecture about how irresponsible she was.
Harry was pulled away by Ron, Dean, Seamus and Ginny, Fred was pulled to the couch by his twin George, Lee and a few other boys from their classes.
"Look what I got!" Smiled Lee handing Fred a wrapped up bottle, with the contents hidden by purple silk fabric. Freds' smile grew too big for his face as did Georges', Lee had managed to get hold of the best drink ever, he held the firewhisky high like a trophy, Fred looked behind him and saw Alex walking over Hermione followed looking furious.
"I suppose you're both rather proud of yourselves?" Hermione snapped folding her arms to her chest, Fred stood up and walked next to Alex and stared down at Hermione.
"Yeah we are" Shrugged Fred as if it was not really that much of a big deal. George laughed and patted his brother on the back.
"Do you even have a plan?" She asked, Alexs' face stayed the same but Fred's dropped to confusion, Hermione grasped the unspoken message and began to speak until George stood up beside his brother. "You can't seriously go into this without some sort of plan, or do you have a death wish?" She was so busy lecturing them that she had not noticed the harshness of her voice or the other students which had stopped and silently started watching Hermione.
"Look," Started Alex "Nothing bad is going to happen we're going to work together to get through this" Alex told her simply as though she was confident that what she was doing was not dangerous at all.
"Yeah and besides how bad could it be?" Fred asked feeling confident. Hermione's glare locked on him.
"Fred, people die in this tournament!" She said strongly. Alex's jaw dropped as she looked across to the twins who both exchanged looks of worry,
"And you think I'm going to die Hermione is that what you're saying?" Fred asked crossing his arms with an extremely rare angered expression on his face.
"Well no, but if you don't practise then that could be a possibility!" Hermione replied, her tone slightly quieter and fragile.
"Look I can handle this! Ok? I'm not going to die!" His tone slightly quieter, Fred and Hermione were so busy glaring at each other that they didn't notice George.
"George?" Alex said softly, she put a comforting hand on his arm, "Are you ok?" Fred spun around to see his brothers worried and shocked face, his face going paler by the second, he looked scared. "George?" Alex repeated but George who suddenly became bombarded by tear filled eyes ran for the boys' dorm and slammed the doors shut. Fred knew what was wrong, he knew it was all this talk about Freds' possible death in the Tournament that had gotten him so worked up, he turned around sharply and glared at Hermione.
"Anything else?" Fred asked coldly. Sadly and guiltily she shook her head, "Good now if you'll excuse me I need to go check on my brother!" He said as he made his way for the stairs, Alex looked around.
"What are you all looking at?" Alex snapped "Go on get back to your business nothing left to see here!" Everyone went back to their business as they were told; Alex rushed over to the stairs and grabbed Fred before he went to his dorm. "Don't listen to Hermione, everything will be fine" She said softly "You want backup?" Fred thought for a second then said.
"Nah, I think I should talk to him alone" With a soft smile he ran upstairs and Alex stood waiting in the common room hoping to see George come down with a smile on his face. Fred opened the door to his and Georges' room and saw him lying on the bed. His cheeks were stained with already dried up tears and his eyes were slightly red from the tears, he lie facing the ceiling.
Fred walked over and sat on his own bed which was next to Georges'.
"Don't listen to Hermione, she's just mad that I got through" He told him, George sat up allowing his elbows to keep him upright.
"What if she's right?" George said suddenly, shocking Fred, "What if being in this tournament...?" He trailed off because he could not seem to pronounce the word, "dead" or "die" at least not about his twin.
"Look I promise you I won't, well you know... In this tournament ok? You know I'd never leave you" He said smiling.
"You can't promise that" George replied "Hermione's right I just never realised that one day we'd be apart" Everything he was saying was true even though he didn't like to admit it himself, he could not imagine life without his twin.
"Don't say it like that" Said Fred softly.
"Then how do you want me to say it?" Asked George softly his eyes momentarily watching his brother.
"Just say..." He tried to think "That someday we won't both be able to call Percy a bloody git" George chuckled and Fred laughed with him. "Are you going to be ok?" George smiled and nodded.
"So what now?" George asked.
"Well now we tell Alex you're ok then we go to bed and we'll sort everything out tomorrow" Fred said softly, George nodded and walked out with him, everything would be fine, George trusted Fred and there was no way he was going to let his twin go without a plan, in fact he had an idea for working out the first task already...