"...up to no good—and pleased about it."

― Dean Koontz, Odd Apocalypse

The Jokesters

The Chaos, the Mischief

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Fred and George Weasley were always the jokesters. They loved prank, worshipped mischief and chaos so naturally, they were the clowns in their family. When they were little, whenever something was accidentally broken, their mother would screech on the top of her lung FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! and they would giggle in joy for mischief was made then run away. It was a happy childhood, really. A loving mom, a devoted dad, and five great siblings for them to play with.

But as they grown, they start to recognise a pattern. It was always FredandGeorge but never Fred and George. Their family could not tell them apart. The Twins had grown to resent that fact. Their own family. What hurt more was that they did not even try, even their parents. At least with Bill and Charlie, they tried to guess which one was the one to turn their hair into glittery pink, which one hide away their collection of Quidditch magazines and if the two of them had anything to do with the explosions they heard from some bloody Merlin too early hour to be alive.

Nevertheless, they loved their family with all their hearts. Every family had their flaws, they had thought. It was not a big of a deal, they had believed, to be mistaken as one another. They could have fun with it, roll with the flow, created the best in the situation that they had. It was not great, but life was content, they agreed.

However.

One thing about humans was that they were a bunch of hypocrites.

It was embarrassing, to always have to hear their parents shout out to the world that they were on the good side, that they were Light, that they were the good ones. It was silly, caring so much what others thinking about you when you could spend your time doing mischief and chaos instead. It was hilarious, how you could influence one person if you understand their thoughts, their belief enough. It was also shameful, they sighed, to willingly be manipulated so you could have a good life you think you deserve.

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Accidentally heard your mother and the headmaster of the school you went to plan an illegal marriage contract for little Ronniekins and the Girl-Who-Lived had helped shifted their view of the world.

All their lives they had heard how great Albus Too-Many-Middle-Names Dumbledore was from their parents. How he had saved the Wizarding World from the evil hands of Gellert Grindelwald, how he had time and time again risk his life to protect wizards and witches from You-Know-Who. Then there was the story of the Girl-Who-Lived. Every child their age had grown up reading her story as a fairy tale. They had put her on the pedestal then actually forgot about her actual age – which was younger than them now that they thought about it Merlin beard!

The Twins were horrified, as they found out. Albus Dumbledore, the Leader of the Light, wanting to use the Girl-Who-Lived for his greater good and their mother, their loving mother, had a hand in it.

It was an eye-opener, they admitted. Nothing screwed you up more than knowing how imperfect you mother was. How she was so greedy and selfish that the life which she now living was not sufficient enough for her. They had assumed the Weasley were a happy family. Even though their family were poor, even though their little brother was a little bit dimmed, even when their mother yelled at them to stop making troubles – trouble!? They created chaos, not trouble, they indignantly sneered. Honestly, get it right woman – they still thought they were lucky enough, blessed enough to have a roof over their head, to have the love of the parents, to have food provided for them, and to have a nice bed to fall asleep on.

Fred and Geroge Weasley loved mischief and chaos, worshipped it. They never claimed to be the sane ones in the family, but they still had their morals. And not informing someone their life was going to be ruined was one of them. (They were also a bit insulted. Ronniekins and not them? Tsk, tsk, Mother, you broke our little trouble hearts, really.)

(They had already felt guilty before they met her. Guilt from their mother action and guilt from their brother for actually wanting to go with it. From thinking their family was going to destroy a little girl life and their willingness to do anything to appease the Headmaster.

They were ashamed of their own blood. They were ashamed of their ignorant father, manipulative mother and greedy little siblings.

They were ready to sacrifice their lives to protect her, back then. Even without knowing who she was, what she looked like, what her personality was like, they were willing. As willing as their mother when she wanted to ruin an innocent girl life, they supposed (Fred and George chuckled mockingly at their comparison).)

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Tsk, tsk, Mother, Mother. What would Uncle Gideon and Uncle Fabian say to who you have become now?

Tsk, tsk, Mother, Mother. You told us not to create any more trouble, but turn out you are the most troublesome of all.

Tsk, how you disappointed us, Mother.