Chapter One
Until the Day it Becomes a Pumpkin
At midnight, the carriage would turn back into a pumpkin.
However, this particular spell was not cast by a fairy godmother.
-Kaoru Hitachiin
Hermione had once told the twins the story of Cinderella. The tale of a beautiful young woman locked away by her evil step-mother until her fairy godmother came to grant her wish and sent her off to a ball to find her true love.
The story had always left George wondering. What happened after the story ended? Did Cinderella live in her castle, as a pampered princess, or did she pick back up on her habits and take care of things herself? Did they have children, or did something happen to prevent it? And, would the magic ever fade away?
George Weasley was a bit of a romantic. He was the twin who dreamt of love amoung the dreams mingled with ambition. He believed in fairy tales, not because of childish wishes, but because of the things they promised. But, he knew, as with any spell, the magic will eventually wear off. So, he decided to keep living until his carriage became a pumpkin.
That day came when Fred Weasley lost his life.
But, just what if, that spell could be renewed?
George stared at his brother, his very alive brother. With a strangled cry he stumbled over to his almost exact reflection and wrapped his arms around his waist, causing both of them to sink onto the floor. Uncontrolable sobs broke through George's control, causing the usually mischevious and playful red head to become an entirely different person.
Fred wrapped his arms around his twin, relishing in the fact that he could feel him. A mere two days had passed, and Fred realized just how much he missed being alive. Above them, the blond boy from the Gate leaned over the edge of the bed, looking at them with a sweet smile, tinged with a longing for something neither boy could say.
A pounding on the stairs and the slamming of the door as it was thrown open, broke the tender moment of brotherhood.
Molly Weasley had several life-altering moments in her life. The most memorable being the births of her sons and daughter as well as the deaths of her twin brothers, Fabian and Gideon Prewett. Perhaps, that was why she was so concerned for her son George, after the terrible loss of his twin, Fred. When Fabian had died, Gideon jumped in the path of an oncoming Killing Curse, because he couldn't bear the loss of his other half. Molly Weasley was tired of loosing the people she cherished most, which was why she had raced upstairs as one of her youngest son's room exploded.
However, the sight that met her later became another of the life-altering situations.
"Freddie," she gasped. In the next moment, she had the twins in a vice grip, their identical faces smashed up against each other's.
She sobbed so uncontrolably that George made himself calm down. After all, this was his room and he didn't need the bed floating near the roof becvause they flooded the place with saltwater. Though, it would be nice to visit the beach. He'd have to think about it.
"Fred," he croaked. "How?"
There was no need for him to elaborate. Fred and George only had to look at each other to have a silent conversation. This ability came in handy when pulling off their well thought out pranks.
Fred opened his mouth to tell his tale of death and rebirth, but he never got to speak for the room was invaded by a great rumbling sound.
Said sound came from the blond boy's stomach.
He flushed brilliantly, almost like any Weasley but his hair was blond so he was given the impression of a horribly sunburnt banana.
Molly laughed for the first time in what seemed like forever. She sniffled, standing up and rubbing her eyes. With a flick of her wand, a set of clothes was conjured for the boy.
"I'll go get you something to eat." she whispered, elated that her son was alive and intending never to leave him alone again. That is, of course, until she finished making lunch. Fred and George were two of the people she did /not/ want in her kitchen ever again.
The blond boy watched her go for a moment, a hint of sadness his his grey brown eyes. He picked up the clothes and pulled them on, shaking slightly as unused muscles screamed their pain at him. When he finished with that simple task, he was panting as if he just finshed a mile long marathon.
"You alright there, um?" George asked.
"Alphonse." he said quietly, catching his breath. "My, my name is Al." George stuck out his hand.
"Pleasure to meet you AlphonseAl." Al grinned slightly, still breathless from his efforts and stuck a small hand in George's work-rough and Quidditch-tanned one.
"Boys! Come eat!" Fred and George exchanged a look, slipping back into old habits after being reunited for only a few moments.
A few minutes later, the three Weasleys and the boy named Alphonse sat at the kitchen table (the twins had to carry the poor boy to the table because his muscles had become something like jelly left out in the sun for too long), scarfing down great amounts of soup.
Every so often Alphonse would wince at the hot temperature of the soup or the cramps in his stomach as they called for more nurishment. Molly simply sat, gazing at her recently back-from-the-dead son, her eyes occasionally sliding over to Al.
She wondered where the boy had come from and how Fred was even alive even after she had seen his lifeless body up close and felt no heartbeat in his icey corpse.
George: Wow, very strange chapter.
Aro the Evil Demon: Coming from the ginger with one ear?
Spycier & Fred: Oh, you got burned!
George: I only meant that it was very emotional! Geez, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the coffin tonight...
Aro: You little-
Alphonse: Come on guys, can we just finish this author's note so people can review?
Spy & Aro: Huh, oh, yea, that. Sure.
Fred and George: Hey, Monkona-cha0402! We're so happy you added this to Favorite Stories!
Spy: I'm glad someone likes it! xdreamernumbuhfour gave me the idea for this when she mentioned how most of the Harry Potter/Fullmetal Alchemist fics seemed to be about Ed and him going to Hogwarts. So, like in every planning session we have, we got together in a Starbucks to spend our money on ridiculously expensive coffee and get into fights about our opinions and story layouts/plot.
Aro: Ah, yes. The joys of dumping sugar in a very unagreeable person's hair. [dreamy sigh]
Molly: [bursts into tears and suffocates Fred with motherly love] My baby!
Fred: Gah, I can't breath Mum!
Al: Review!