A/N: In this story Fred and George are only one year older than Ron, Harry and Hermione. Also Ginny isn't going to be an important character until later on in the story so that's why she isn't mentioned much in these chapters.
Fred Weasley has always been different to his family. He knows that his twin can tell but he doesn't care. He knows that his twin wonders what changed him only a few years ago. Fred remembers when him and his twin were like two bodies with one brain, but that's all he can do. Remember. He was changed without a choice. So now, even though he acts like he did before, Fred and his twin are complete opposites. His twin still goes around pulling pranks, sometimes with the help of 'accidental' magic. Yet he has learnt that you are able to do magic outside of Hogwarts before you start there. And so he has concentrated on learning and practicing as many spells as he can.
His twin often asks why he changed but Fred will always refuse to tell him. He knows his twin will pity him and tell his family who will try to help him. But he doesn't need help; he's survived this long without it and he can carry on without it. Maybe that's why he's drawn to her - she would never pity him. She would never judge him on what he says or does. He can be himself around her. Maybe that's why he broke the secrecy code and told her about magic and what she was.
Yet he can't seem to stop himself mulling over their first proper meeting in the dark of night when he should be sleeping. He had felt the burst of magic - dark magic - when he had been walking back from school one day a year ago. His two oldest brothers had been walking them back because his mum didn't trust him and his twin to not pull a prank on someone. They had told everyone to start speeding up when these three boys came out of an alley just in front of us. They had been imperiused but it seemed to wear off as soon as they were a couple of steps away from the alley.
However, when no one was watching he slipped into the alley. He knew there couldn't be any Death Eaters as the spell had been to weak to have come from one of them. But he never expected to find her there, a bawling mess. He had recognized her as a girl in the year below him but he didn't know her. Though he could still feel her magic pulsating around her; filled with pain, anger and desperation. She looked up to see him standing above her and her eyes reflected her magic so clearly. These feelings seemed to push him to do something he would never have considered before and would never do again to date, helping someone who hasn't earned his loyalty. And once the words had fallen from his lips he turned to catch up with his brothers and sister, pleading with everything he could think of that she hadn't heard him.
"You're a witch"
