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Fred and Roxanne
George and Angelina smiled down at their children, their newborn twins. A girl and a boy.
"How about we call her Roxanne?", Angelina said smiling.
"Yeah, that has a nice ring to it.", George whispered back. They both laughed quietly. George watched his little boy for a second as he stirred in his sleep when they had laughed. The look on his face had been a bit annoyed then he went back to his sleeping baby look. George stared and suddenly remembered a time back when he and Fred were nine. It was ten at night like it was now and had just let the garden gnomes out of the garden…
George laughed watching the gnomes fight each other and swear. "C'mon Fred you gotta see this!", George yelled. George turned around but Fred was fast asleep on his bed. He stirred when George yelled. His face looked extremely annoyed for a moment then went back to sleeping. George laughed even more at that.
"Fred…", George whispered under his breath.
"What?", Angelina asked absentmindedly.
"Angie, can we name him Fred?", George asked slowly.
Angelina looked at him seriously for a couple of seconds then asked, "Are you sure, George?"
George nodded, "Absolutely.", he said quite seriously back.
She nodded and whispered to the twins, "Goodnight Roxi, Freddie."
Eleven Years Later
It was September 1st, eight in the morning, and chaos was ensuing. "Fred, where's my scarf?", yelled Roxanne.
"How should I know?", yelled Fred from his room. Fred and Roxanne both had dark-ish skin, black hair, and chocolate brown eyes. Although they looked like brother and sister, they thought themselves to be nothing alike. Roxanne was all packed, except for her scarf. Fred however, still needed to get half his stuff into his trunk, most of it was lying on the floor.
Fred looked nervously at the stone wall. Roxanne and his Mum had already gone through.
"Nervous?", said his Dad, coming up behind him.
"No! I just err…", Fred trailed off.
"It's alright, I was nervous the first time too, lets go together.", George told his son. They grabbed hands and ran through. After a moment of darkness they emerged in the steam and smoke of the Hogwarts express. Fred found himself standing next to Roxanne.
"Wow.", they both said at the same time. They glanced at each other. Fred and Roxanne often said things at the same time but they didn't particularly like it.
"It's great isn't it?", George said grinning.
"Yeah.", they both said at the same time. Then they rolled their eyes at each other. The train whistled.
"Mum, Dad, I'll be fine.", groaned Fred when George and Angelina tried to hug them.
"Yeah don't worry, I'll look after Freddie for you!", Roxanne said brightly. Fred gave her a glare.
"Alright, you have your trunk?" They nodded. "Jumpers?" They nodded again. "Scarves?"
"Mum!", they both cried in unison. They looked at each other, "Errrrrgggg! Stop it!", they yelled at once.
"It's no use. You two are twins.", George joked.
"Where do you think James went?", Fred asked worriedly craning his neck to look around.
"Don't worry about James, he'll be on the train. There's no way the son of Harry Potter could be forgotten at the platform.", George laughed.
"What if I don't get into the same house as Roxi?, he asked quietly looking even more worried. However much he and his sister fought, they were still friends.
"Don't worry, even if your not I'm sure you'll still get to see each other a lot.", George replied.
"But we have to be in the same house!", Fred protested.
"You know, I had the same fear with my twin when I first went to Hogwarts and we both got into Gryffindor. And seeing how you both love to argue I bet you'll get into the same house.", George smiled. Fred nodded, reassured and a little surprised. His Dad rarely talked about their deceased Uncle Fred. They got onto the train. "Have fun!", George yelled.
"Behave yourselves, be nice to Victoire, and say hi to James for us!", Angelina said.
"But have fun!", George said earning a glare from Angelina. They watched their children waving out the window as the train disappeared into the distance.