A/N: This is the third freaking story this week maybe even more than that I don't know! Anywhoo. I have brought to you today. A look into the infamous past of Fred and April. So cute! Now this is being used for Camp Hogwarts and the Quidditch Pitch part of the Hogwarts House Challenge (join Ravenclaw) and for QLFC (Go Puddles).

Prompts:

Fred Weasley ii

[dialogue] It's all your fault, it always is.

[Plot] Your OC's first time at Hogwarts.

Also the word count's like 1,300 so we're gucci.

Hoots,

Owls

April stepped off the train and into the swirling mass of students rearing to get back to was it. She was going to Hogwarts! Her life was going to change forever. "First years, this way!" Signs read along a small path leading down to the lake pointing her towards the boats and here new, more excited life. April squealed, jumping up and down for a moment.

"Oh calm down," an antagonizing voice shouted at her. "It's not like you're getting married or did you get hit by a cheering charm?" April turned, a pout on her face, to look the culprit, Mr. Fred Weasley II, in the eye. He was grinning in a signature Fred way. She had learned that it meant no good for anyone if he was wearing it and nothing seemed wrong.

She looked around suspiciously for a moment, but the coast seemed clear. "I'm excited, so what? You've heard the stories our parents have told! History is made here." Her blue eyes twinkled with grand excitement, seeing in her mind's eyes the world where people worshiped her like the Savior or better yet she was a Hufflepuff like her mom.

"Right… " Fred stepped back from her in her sparking reverie that no one else could see. "Well the only history that will be made is by me being the best prankster in the history of Hogwarts," he smirked a secret gleam in his eye that scared her from her high.

"That or you're gonna get the most detentions," James Potter, a shaggy-haired boy, said, walking up to them. "I lost you, mate. Why'd you run off?"

There was a scream farther down the platform from what looked like the prefect's cabin. April frowned, too short to see what happened, but the big grin on Fred's face told her she would know eventually what happened.

"Well there was this couple snogging after the prefect meeting and I had to do something."

April stared at him in shock. "You're kidding me." She had expected something, but not so fast.

"Yeah, Fred already?" James clapped the boy's shoulder grinning as well. "Good on ya, mate!"

The commotion began to come closer. "I think they know it's you," April hissed worriedly, but the two had practically picked her up and raced through the crowd, laughing.

"Put me down!" Her protests went unheard in the crowd. The spun and twirled around the throng and April could see the tips of red hair over the heads of the older students. "They look really mad!" She told the boys, and they speed up, reaching in boats in a few moments, throwing her into one with a poor little redheaded girl who seemed to be waiting for her friends.

"Hi," April waved at the terrified girl. Behind her James and Fred jumped into the boat looking like fugitives. "I'm April and this is Jamie and that's Freddie. Don't pay attention to them–nothing they do matters." She smiled at her.

The girl gulped, watching them carefully. "Nice to meet you? I'm Maise."

"Great, you can talk!" The first girl clapped her hands, staring back at Maise intently.

"Stop scaring her, April," Fred laughed, pushing off the dock before the

"Shut up, you're the one who pranked the prefect cabin."

"That was you?" Maisie stared at them in even greater shock, gripping tightly to the boat.

"So much for a new friend," April looked glumly into the water of the black lack. The shore of her freedom from the next eight years of torture with the two buffoons next to her, creeping closer.

"And the one after that was me too," the dark skinned boy added.

"Fred-"

"Fred Weasley!" a girl finished for April, screaming from the shore.

"Victoire?" James whispered with an excited light in his eyes.

Fred nodded. "And Teddy."

From the distance, April could just make out inky hand prints on Victoire Weasley's shirt covering a particularly embarrassing region. She glared at Fred. "That is in no way appropriate!" She whacked him on the side of the head.

"Ow," he cursed.

"You deserve it, you bloody prick! Has some respect with your pranks!" The boat clunked against a stone dock attached to the castle, which towered far above the first years making their jaws drop. April's eyes were only for the angry looking woman before her. Deputy Headmistress Gamen.

"Miss Longbottom. I think your father will be very disappointed that you got detention so quickly."

"What? I didn't do anything-" she protested, but the woman held up a hand.

"You too Mister Weasley." The woman flipped the end of her robes and marched towards the school followed by the other student who hadn't seem to hear.

"I see you're breaking your father's record already." James patted Fred on the back.

"Why do you have to always get me in trouble?" April stood up blocking their way out, even Maisie, who didn't want to see the blonde mad.

"I didn't-" Fred started but she was gone in the swirl of people.

"You screwed up," Maisie nodded, leaving as well.

Fred turned to his best friend. "Sorry, mate, but you have to face this one alone."

OoOoO

"Write a nine inch paper on how awful pranking is and its consequences," the strict woman said a week later in detention. The newly sorted Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were sitting across the Transfiguration room from each other, waiting for the woman to give them their paper, so they could start.

The professor gave Fred a pointed look before sitting at her desk, reading a book. He looked around the room bored and not wanting to do the was working furiously on the paper already an inch or two in across the way from him. She was mad at him, but he didn't want her to be. She would be even more mad at you if you told her that in the middle of detention, he told himself. But, it was the only place he could talk to her; she wouldn't listen to him during classes or lunch or even in the library. Fred caved and stood up.

"Sit down and get to work, Weasley!" The woman slapped a ruler on her desk, not looking up from her novel.

Fred sat back down, but he had caught April's attention.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed across the room.

April rolled her eyes, turning back to her paper.

"Weasley sit down!" April looked up again to see Fred in front of her.

"Look, I'm really sorry-"

"Should should be! It's all your fault, it always is!" she screamed at him. "Professor Gamen, I'm done." She smacked the paper on the woman's desk, pushing past Fred.

The woman looked between the two, the paper and April. "Already?"

"I have a lot of experience in the cons of pranking," April glared at Fred and left the room, silent in her absence.

She sat back down, reading her book again. "You should follow her example Mr. Weasley and finish up." The door closed and she looked up. "Mr. Weasley, get back here!"

Racing into the hall, he saw the girl walk briskly forward hunched over her bag. "April," he pulled back on her shoulder, stopping her, but still she wouldn't face him. "Look, I'm sorry I dragged you down with my prank. I didn't mean it, but it's all fun and games." She was still silent and hunched over. "We're going to be here for seven years and I want them to be fun," she seemed to turn a bit as he send this. "Don't you?"

She turned finally. Facing him with a grin on her face that remarkable looked like his. "Yup," she handed him a bag. "We have to hurry though. I was thinking of starting in the dungeons–James says he'll meet us there."

Fred looked in the bag. Stink bombs, paint, fireworks, and boil pills from his dad's shop. "You are amazing," he grinned.

"Mr. Weasley get back here now or you'll have detention for a week!" Professor Gamen shouted down the hall.

April raised a brow as though to ask 'what do you wanna do?' "Let's run!"He laughed and started sprinting, grabbing onto her hand.