AN: Yeah, finally finished this bit. Not sure if the ending is too corny (it was worse before, if you can believe it) but I figure I'll leave it like this. Feedback is always welcome.

Warnings: language, general craziness, enough text formatting to make your eyes cross.

Disclaimer: The only things I have a license for are my car, my cat, and teaching. So unless one of those things owns HP, it's not mine. I'm just playing in JKR's world.

Pieces of the Puzzle: The Twins

At first, we merely suspected…

…but then that suspicion grew to a theory…

…and now we're absolutely certain that our dear benefactor is…

…completely barmy…

off his rocker…

…utterly insensible! Who gives that much money to a pair of trouble makers, anyhow?

Don't get us wrong! We're very grateful, indeed we are. That money started us on the way to our beautiful dream! But really…

"Hey Gred, Forge, have you considered the merits of chewing gum?"

"We will now!"

…he's always been…different, I think you mean to say, my dear Gred. Quite so, Forge. We first met him in our Third Year, getting on the Hogwarts Express. We helped him with his trunk and realized he was Harry Potter and the bloke says 'Oh, him!' He didn't even believe he was famous, really.

So we got to know him a bit. He stayed at school for Christmas, and so did we. We dominated him and Ronniekins in a snowball fight! That was fun. Good times. And at the end of the year, we sent him a toilet seat. Thought he'd appreciate it but we're not sure he ever got it.

"What about localized glamour charms, you two? Like fake tattoos or something, could freak out parents and teachers by the scores. What do you think?"

"Love it!"

"We'll get right on that!"

Anyway, that summer, Ronniekins was fretting about not getting any replies to his letters so we took the—borrowed—right, borrowed Dad's modified Ford Anglia and paid a visit to Privet Drive. We weren't really expecting what we found, though. Bars on the window, cat flap in the door, enough locks to confine a criminal, his owl in a locked cage, and no access to his wand or anything. So, naturally, we abducted—er, rescued him.

Then he became just like another member of the family! Ripe for pranking, teasing, blackmail…exactly! He stayed with us until school started but he was disappointingly well behaved. Until! He and Ronniekins had some trouble with the barrier at King's Cross, so they stole Dad's car and flew it without invisibility, mind you all the way to school, where they crashed into the Whomping Willow! Mum was in a right snit, sent a Howler and everything. That was a bit of a tense year, actually, though Harry did save Ginny at the end.

"Care to explain why there've been several deposits to my Gringotts account from WWW, boys?"

"Well certainly, Harrikins."

"You're listed as a full…"

"…partner in the business, so you get a…"

"…cut of the profits!"

"That really isn't necessary."

"Nonsense! Where would we be without…"

"…all your brilliant ideas?"

"Right. I've got to meet Hermione. We'll discuss this later."

Barmy.

Quite right. Where were we? Ah yes, fifth year.

We were a bit worried when he went missing from his relatives, though we couldn't blame him really. But it turned out alright in the end. And that was the year we gifted him with our prize possession: The Marauders' Map! Of course, by that time we hardly needed it. As we told him at the time, his need was greater than ours. And like a good adopted Weasley, he got plenty of use from it. We later learned that it was only fitting to give it to him, son of a Marauder and Godson that he was.

We got to meet his family—if you can call them that—quite right, Forge, that summer. We wheedled Dad into taking us along to pick him up for the Quidditch Cup. We had some experimental candies along which we accidentally dropped, and that fat pig ate them without even asking. It's not like we knew he would be so rude and stupid. Anyway, Dad was right put out with us, but it was worth putting one over on the bully. And for the data about our products, of course!

So Harry was with us at the Cup, and the scary stuff after. We weren't too worried about him, 'cause that kid can take care of himself, but boy were we surprised when we heard he'd been accused of setting the Dark Mark! As if Harry of all people would do that.

He found out about a small matter we had with Mr. Bagman—not that we were being all that sneaky, rightly—and never said a word. This was during that Tournament, so he had a bit on his mind, like dragons trying to eat him, or rescuing our baby brother from the mermaids, or asking girls to the ball—he was not at all smooth about that, poor boy—or fighting through monster-infested mazes, and then facing the Dark Wanker to top it all. The point is, after all of that and winning the prize money what does he do but hand the gold over to us and commission us to do what we were planning on anyway!

Like we said, barmy.

But honestly, we don't know where we'd be without him. That's why he's a full partner, though he'd never ask for it.

He's just special, you know?