Night
Molly surprisingly laughed, and she walked over to where he twins sat. She plopped herself down in between them, and flung her arms around their shoulders.
"My boys." She crooned.
It was around midnight when the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione were still enjoining Fred's welcome home party. Harry and Ginny had put Teddy to bed a long time ago. The turquoise haired little boy seemed to have taken a very strong liking to Fred, and he clung to the ginger with his surprisingly strong chubby fingers all night.
That, however, was hours ago. Now, said twin's head was drooping on the, the love apparently smothering the life out of him, and making him extremely tired. His mother noticed his inability to support his head, and decided to take action.
"Come on, you two, up to bed." Molly ordered.
Fred and George stood up and stumbled their way to the stairs after saying good night to those who were still seated at the table. Smiling softly at the twins, Molly gave each of their bums a pat when they bounded up the stairs.
"Mum!" Cried George, flattening a hand over his bottom as though to protect it.
"Ya!" Fred said, imitating George. Molly's eyes watered, and she beamed at them before beckoning them forward. Hesitantly, they inched closer to their mother, exchanging suspicious looks with each other.
"I love you two, and all your shenanigans. Remember that." She whispered, and she kissed each freckled forehead and then pointed once again to the stairs.
"Love you too, Mum." The called simultaneously, and Molly positively burst into tears.
Off the fourth floor landing, was a single door. It was decorated in the letters 'F' and 'G', and the occasional scorch mark. George stopped outside this door, wiggled his eyebrows at Fred, and pushed the door open. Inside was the most glorious room Fred had ever seen.
The room gave off a heavy scent of gun powder, and in places, the rug was stained and soot covered. The walls were green, which went well with the matching, bright yellow bed spreads. A desk lamp stood in the corner, on the floor. In another corner, boxes were piled up, stamped with the same emblem of WWW. Last, but not least, a large window hung on the wall above a desk, that was directly across from door. It showed a glistening moon. Fred placed his acorn, with Evan inside, on the window sill.
"It's wonderful!" Fred crowed happily. George gave a crooked smile, and pointed to the door again.
"I'll be right back. Going to the bathroom, which is, by the way, down one landing, and the second door from the right." Fred nodded in understanding, and quickly went to rummaging in the boxes. George chuckled before leaving.
Fred, mean while, was having the time of his life. He found trick wands, and Extendable Ears, and Canary Creams. He popped one of those into his mouth, and laughed as he burst into feathers. While he molted, he couldn't help but feel as though he had done this before. A dejavu.
Fred went to the wardrobe. One door had a 'F' painted on it, while the other had a 'G'. Fred opened the 'F' side, and looked through the clothes. There were suits that had crazy patterns, bright tee shirts, and a few magenta robes with the WWW emblem again. In a drawer were PJ's, and Fred pulled out a pair of broomstick boxers, and a brown Zonko's tee shirt. He dressed in those, and sat on the bed closest to the window to wait for George.
A few minutes later, the door squeaked open, and Fred's partner in crime slipped through. His eyes seemed to dull a bit.
"You took a while." Fred stated, grinning at his brother.
"Ya, well...Ginny was in there, you how she is. Well actually you don't, but she takes forever." Said George.
It was actually a lie that Ginny was in the bathroom. George had just climbed up and down the steps a few times, hoping to give Fred some alone time. He hoped that maybe being by himself in his room would make him remember something.
Just then, George realized that Fred was in his PJ's, and he decided to do the same. George selected a matching Zonko's skirt, except in red, and a zigzag patterned pair of boxers. Slipping them on, he sat on the bed across from Fred's. They actually didn't know who's bed was who's. They swapped them ever few days or so, depending on the position of the irritatingly bright moonlight, or a crick in one's neck.
"So Fred, how do you like it here?" George asked. He felt a little prang of sadness when he realized he was asking his own brother this question, but it was wiped away by Fred's answer.
"I love it! Our Mum is the best cook ever! And Harry, he's really cool. I think I could get used to him! And Hermione, has she always been that pretty? You showed me a picture of her once, and she never looked like that." Fred said, smiling. George laughed.
"She started to look different in her 3rd year. She shrunk her big beaver teeth, and her hair calmed down a little." He said. His twin nodded thoughtfully.
"Oh. Hey George, what are we going to do tomorrow?" Fred asked.
"Well, we'll probably have to study some of those books that Darius guy gave us." George said, gesturing to a large pile on the desk under the window. He paused to think, "Or maybe we could de-gnome the garden, that would be an experience for you."
Fred chuckled. "What do the gnomes look like?"
"Well, they look like...potatoes. They look like potatoes, with mean little faces and stubby arms and legs. They're covered in dirt, and they have brown little fuzz as hair, and really sharp teeth. Take a look at the index finger on your right hand as proof." George said.
Fred did as he was told. True to George's words, there was a little crescent, the perfect size and shape to match a tiny set of teeth. Fred grinned.
"How do you get rid of them?" asked Fred.
"You have to pull them out of the weeds, and swing them around, and launch them right over the fence." George stood up, and did a lassoing motion in the air as example. "They don't stay over the fence for long. After they're done wobbling around and quite being dizzy, they walk right back into the garden. They're real stupid though. Once they know a de-gnoming's going on, they march right up to have a look."
Fred laughed.
"That sounds like fun." He said, settling back against his pillows. His freckled arms were folded back behind his head, and he stared at the ceiling, apparently deep in thought. George joined him.
Fred started to snuggle under his covers when George remembered something. He sat up, and pointed to the ceiling. His brother raised a ginger eyebrow at him, clearly confused, but very curious as to what he was going on about. To answer his question, George lent over, and pulled a thick stick from under the bed. Then he stood it upright, and thumped in three times on the ceiling.
"Good Night, Ginny!" He screamed. They heard muffled giggling.
"Night George, Night Fred!" She called back banging her heel on the floor in response.
"Ya, night guys!" Crowed a voice that sounded suspiciously like a certain raven haired, green eyed boy.
"Harry?" Fred yelled at the pale plaster ceiling. Then, they heard another giggle-this time Ginny-, a light slapping noise, and a "Harry, hush you idiot, they're not supposed to know!"
George looked at Fred, and Fred looked at George. A grin broke out on each other's faces, but they knew deep down that they were a slightly worried about what their little sister might be doing in her room-alone-in the company of a boy.
Shrugging, George once again wielded his stick. This time, he tapped it hard on the ground three times.
"Good Night, Percy!" George cried.
"I told you two to stop doing that! Now there's dust all over the place!" Percy yelled back. The twins laughed at their older brother.
"When do we listen?" George whispered to Fred. He shrugged his shoulders.
I'm so sorry this story is going slow, but I promise I''l update soon! The next chapter is most likely going to be Fred's lessons, and some good ol' family bonding time! Please review!
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