That night
The five were sitting at their usual seats at the Gryffindor table.
They were waiting for the point ceremony to start and were all anxious.
"So do you think we're going to win?" asked Mathew.
"I don't know. It doesn't matter if we win or lose, we know we were the best" reasoned Hermione.
"Plus I think I single handedly broke the house with all the points I got taken away. How was I supposed to know that if you don't put the frog's tears in before the rats tongue, the whole thing would explode?" He joked.
The four others raised their hands and Alfred pretended to pout.
"So I guess I'm all alone. All my friends have abandoned me, this is so unfair." he said melodramatically. "All though i can understand why. Still! How can they leave this gorgeousness out of the allies."
"Alfred, your french quarter is showing." Mathew teased.
The rest rolled their eyes, and Mrs. McGonagall banged her spoon on her cup three times to draw the room's attention.
"Another year, gone" Dumbledore stood.
"And know as I understand it, the house cup needs a awarding and the points stand just."
He smiled down at the audience and took out a scroll.
"In fourth place"
"Doesn't he mean last" snickered Draco from the Slytherin table, which earned him a dirty look from the five Gryffindors.
"Hufflepuff with three hundred and twelve points."
That went as a shock to most; usual they were first or second due to their kind and quiet nature.
"In third" Dumbledore continued. "Ravenclaw with three hundred and fifty two points".
There was some light clapping at the Ravenclaw table, mostly due to the fact that for the first time in four years they weren't dead last.
They usually are last to their kind of stuck up behavior, and know it all personalities.
True they get the most academic points, but they lose a terrible amount for rude comments about other houses intelligence ratios.
"In second place Gryffindor with four hundred and twenty points."
The Gryffindors clapped reasonably loud.
This is their usual spot in point system, seeing as Hufflepuffs win almost every year.
The five also were happy, considering that if the teachers had seen them doing a single thing this year, they probably would have had zero points.
"And in first" Dumbledore continued dramatically. "With four hundred and forty five. Slytherin"
The Slytherin table burst out in applause, happy to have moved from their third place usual spot.
Their flag symbol dropped from the ceiling and confetti fall around their table.
"Take that, twats!" Draco mouthed the nations from the Gryffindor table.
"We don't really care. Unless you haven't noticed, Matt and I are not exactly short on self-esteem." America yelled over.
Now Draco sent them a smirk and went back to celebrating with his table mates.
The two just rolled their eyes and began to reach for the food in the center of the table, when Dumbledore began speaking again.
"Well done Slytherin, well done Slytherin, however" Dumbledore interrupted.
"Recent events must be taken into account. And I have a few last minute points to award."
The entire room went silent and turned towards the headmaster.
"If only they were this quiet during class" snickered one of the teachers.
"To Miss Hermione Granger" Dumbledore spoke. "For cool use of intellect while others were in grave peril. Five points."
The Gryffindor table cheered and Hermione smiled.
"Next" he continued. "To Mr. Ronald Weasely. For knowing when to retreat to fight another day is the best option. Five points".
"To Mr. Harold Potter for the best game of catch the key this school has ever seen. Five points."
"Next, it takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies. But a great deal more to stand up to your friends. I award ten points to Nevile Longbottom".
Neville was smiling wider than the Cheshire Cat at and everyone was cheering him right back.
"We're tied with Slytherin." Hermione excitedly exclaimed.
"And finally" Dumbledore finished. "For pure bravery, brotherhood and for being the best military tacticians this school has ever seen. Even when under fire keeping a level head and the eye on the target."
Then the professor looked at the two and smiled.
"And for never leaving a man behind. I award Mr. Mathew Williams and Mr. Alfred F. Jones… Or should I call you general" he laughed, and so did the rest of the (non-slytherin) room.
"Yes I think I will. General Mathew Williams and General Alfred F. Jones. I award you twenty points."
The two sat there shocked and the rest of the Gryffindor table cheered.
"We won! Did you hear? we won!" Ron yelled happily.
"Why aren't you two cheering?"
It was true; they had a faraway look in their eyes and quite honestly looked on the verge of tears.
"Hey are you ok?" Hermione asked, suddenly not so interested in the changing banners and confetti.
"Yeah, we're fine" Alfred said through a forced smile.
"Just get back to celebrating."
Reluctantly they did and a few minutes later forgot about the two in the heavy festivities.
But the twins were still sitting there.
This brought back to many memories, especially being called general.
Too many battles in which they were rewarded for having more people on the other side killed than their own.
Too many memories were flashing through their heads to enjoy the festivities.
Even Draco, who had been complaining the entire time since Dumbledore had made the awards, looked over at them and felt a small ping of empathy.
He really wasn't a bad person without feelings like most people like to believe. He was just heavily versed in the art of revenge.
He saw the two on the near verge of tears and couldn't bring himself to give them a sarcastic congratulation like he planned to.
So he just turned back to his friends and continued the party.
Eventually the twins pushed back their feelings of guilt and joined the party too.
Stitching on an all too familiar fake smile.
Next day
The five friends waited by the train to board to get back to home.
As they were about to leave Harry, Mathew and Alfred looked towards Hagrid.
"Come on guys" said Hermione holding open the door.
"One minute please" Mathew said running to Hagrid, his brother in tow.
"Me too" Harry added chasing after them.
They ran up to Hagrid and he smiled at them.
"Thought you were leaving without saying goodbye, did ya?" he laughed.
"I have gifts before ya go."
"Fist for Harry" he said pulling a small red book out of his pocket. "This is for you".
Harry looked at it and opened it curiously.
Inside there was a moving picture of him as a baby with his parents.
"Thanks Hagrid" He said.
"Don't mention it" Hagrid chuckled. "Now run along, I need to talk to these two before the train leaves." He said pointing to the twins.
Harry nodded and ran back to the train to meet up with the rest of the trio.
"Now" he said, bending down to look the two in the eye. "I know we didn't meet under the best of circumstances but I want to apologize for how I treated ya' two before."
"No problem" they answered together.
"Twins" Hagrid rolled his eyes. "Well besides that I do have a special gift for you two."
"For Alfred" he said pulling out small box.
America excitedly tore open the box and looked inside.
There was a cape and on the back it said 'A one of a kind superhero, there to save the world'.
America started to get misty eyes.
"Thank you" He whispered. "This is amazing. I don't even know what to say."
"No thank you necessary" Hagrid smiled. "And for Mathew".
He pulled out a small lighter from his pocket and placed it in his hand.
"You see this is a very special lighter. It senses when the urge is near, so when it starts to glow, use it to make a campfire. This one helped me so many years ago when I had the same problem."
Canada was astounded.
"This is the best thing I've ever gotten" he smiled hugging Hagrid.
"Thank you so much."
"It's my pleasure" Hagrid smiled back, misty eyed. "People like us need to stick together."
Then the train horn beeped.
"Go on now, can't miss the train" he shooed them away.
"See you next year" Alfred shouted back.
"See ya' next year".
"Oh and one last thing." Hagrid shouted back. "If that brother of yours Arthur be giving you a hard time, tell him that you have me to ruff him up a bit"
"Will do" Mathew giggled boarding the train, "Will do".
"Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it" Hermione said sliding into the same seat she had on the way to Hogwarts.
"I'm not going home, not really" Harry smiled.
"I agree" said Mathew. "Home is where family and friends are, so I have a home all over the world."
"Agreed" said Alfred.
And the train sped away, not to come back until the next year.