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"One more thing. At the end of the thirty-seven weeks, you will take an exam to see how well you learned. If you fail, you have to work on those spell and charms which you had struggled on. Pass, and you will be able to use your wand as much as you want. Also, at the end, we have books similar to this on Potions, Astronomy, Magical Creatures, what not."
Fred and George both shook Darius' hand as he left, and Fred earned himself another elbow after marveling over Darius' fingers.
Two weeks after Fred had woken up, and, after what seemed like billions of tests, he was allowed to go home, as long as he promises to come in every Monday for wand unlocking and to try not to strain himself.
"Fred! Fred, guess what?" George cried, running into Fred's room. He was seated on the edge of him bed, sweeping his toes of the tiled floor. He looked up with a grin when George appeared.
"What?" he asked, his eyes as light as a child's on Christmas. George paused for effect. Fred rolled his eyes. "Just get on with it!" He cried.
"You get to come home today." George smiled. Fred laughed.
"Really?"
"Really. You can see The Burrow now! Come on, let's get you out of the horrible half gown and packed!" George encouraged, rushing into the room.
"Thank Merlin, another hour in here and I would have gone insane." he laughed, gingerly standing from his bed and holding up his arms.
"More than you already are that is." George slipped the striped polo shirt over his head, and Fred's face popped up with a smirk. George rummaged around in the trunk before tossing Fred a pair of jeans.
"You can put those on yourself. You remember how right?" George teased.
"Two legs, two holes; I think I can figure it out."
"Good, because I'm not putting those on you."
George darted around the hospital room, collecting Fred's various items. There was a few stray socks, the fuse to something explosive, several pictures of The Burrow or family, the acorn with the worm in it, and two chocolate frog cards. George remembered when he had brought Fred these.
"Inside are cards. There's also a chocolate frog, but you have to be careful, or else it will jump out." George warned, handing his brother two of the pentagon shaped boxes.
"Real frogs?" Fred asked, incredulous. George nodded, and Fred hesitantly opened the first box. The frog inside crouched, and blinked up at Fred.
"What do I do with it? It seems kinda mean to eat it." Fred asked. George was reminded of the old Fred. He always cared for animals, real, or charmed chocolate style.
"It's not alive. It's just charmed. A hunk of charmed chocolate." Fred looked at it curiously, before taking a huge bite out of it. He attempted to smile with his chipmunk-like cheeks.
"Yum. Hey, look at this guy with the long beard. It's so long that he could tuck it into his belt!"
"That's Dumbledore. He used to be the Head Master of Hogwarts, but he was killed. By Snape. But then, this crazy story got out that Dumbledore was already dieing and Snape was good, and he had Snape kill him early, so it looked to Voldemort that Snape was on his side, but actually Snape was Dumbledore's spy. It's confusing."
"Dumbledore. That's an odd name. What's his whole name?" Fred asked curiously, turning the card back and forth in his fingers.
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
"Whoa! That's a mouthful."
"Like you should talk, Fredric."
George was called out of his day dream by real Fred tapping his shoulder.
"George? George!" Fred called. He waved his hand in front of George's face a few times, and George shook him self.
"Huh?"
"You're zoning out. And I'm ready to go now!" He whined. He held up a discombobulated truck. The leg to a pair of slacks was hanging out, and several ties were lose too. George rolled his eyes.
"Oh, come here." He mumbled, taking Fred's trunk and placing it on the bed. He waved his wand, and the hanging clothes slunk back into the case and it was neat and organized.
"There you go. Dad is driving here to help take you home, because the Healers said that it wouldn't be wise to apperate."
"Home. Mmm." Fred mused, looking out the window with a small smile on his face.
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The slightly beat up Weasley car stopped on the road in front of the abandoned entrance to St. Mungo's. Aurthur strode up to the front window, glanced around for muggles, and then, when the coast was clear, turned to a neon green manikin.
"Here to see Fredrick Weasley." he whispered. The manikin slightly nodded, and Aurthur stepped though the suddenly liquid-like glass. Inside, odd looking people were seated on the couch, and after passing a person with hair down to their toes, and a girl who's fingers and toes each had tiny flames on them, he made his way to the front counter.
"Ah, Hello Mr. Weasley." Said the motherly looking witch. She recognized the Weasley family, plus Hermione, Harry, and Teddy from their many visits.
"Hello Margret." Aurthur said happily.
"Here to pick up Fred? I think he's nearly packed. Just go on in, and I'll get the discharge papers ready." She replied, bending into a cluttered drawer.
"Thank you." Mr. Weasley made his way to room 374. The sight he saw made his heart swell with happiness. Fred and George were trying to quietly chase a little spark around the room.
"Come on, Fred! Get it!" George cried.
"I don't know how! Use your wand!" Fred replied. George stopped.
"Oh ya." he muttered, and me pulled out his wand and pointed it at it. "Temerarius!"
The little spark flew into George's open hand and went out.
So that's how you stop those things, Thought Aurthur, I'll have to remember that.
"Hi boys. Ready to go?" He said as he stepped into the room. Fred smiled at his dad.
"Yup, we are. All my stuff is packed. Even Evan!" He exclaimed. George smacked his forehead with his palm and Aurthur looked confused.
"Who's Evan?" He wondered.
"He's my pet worm. He lives in the acorn George gave me." He said, as if it wasn't odd that grown men kept pet worms in acorns.
"Okay, Well, let's get a move on. Are you sure you got every thing?" Aurthur asked. George nodded.
"We double checked." Aurthur nodded and turned back out the door, with Fred, George, and Fred's trunk in tow.
"Have you got those papers, Margret?" Aurthur asked the witch at the front counter. She handed a thick stack to him.
"Yup," She said. "You only have to fill out the first five pages. The other five are for us to fill out."
Margret then handed him a quill. Aurthur sat down in the lobby, and he took Fred's trunk with him. George and Fred were allowed to roam the hospital for a few minutes. Fred was looking happily around him until he suddenly gasped.
"I forgot something!" He hurried back into his room with George following. When George arrived, Fred was digging around in him pillow. He then removed a picture book from the pillow.
"Hermione gave it to me. Guinness Book of World Record Explosives." He read. "It's a muggle book." He said. He held up the book, showing the cover. It was plastered with various explosives. George grinned.
"Wow, sounds like our kind of book!" He exclaimed. Just then, the twins heard Aurthur calling for them.
"Fred, George! I'm done with the paper work! We can leave!" Fred and George jogged out of the room to meet their father.
"Sorry, Dad. I forgot something." Fred said, holding up the explosion decorated book. Mr. Weasley grimaced.
"How about we not show that book to your Mum." He asked, turning back to grab Fred's bags. The two red headed boys followed Aurthur out to the rusty teal car. Once the boot was opened, the bags were shoved in and the three slid into the seats up front. The car was started, and Aurthur drove all the way home, the muggle way.
Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I started two new stories, finished one, and put another on pause. But, trust me, I'm not giving up! Also, I have to say, if you want to know the spells I made up, they are all in Latin, on Google Translate! Next chapter will be Fred at the Burrow, so keep an eye out! Also, going to be totally cliché and say, please review!
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