Chapter Four

Wizards

"What do you mean we're wizards?" I ask, very confused. "You said it yourself, we're muggles, we aren't magical. How can we suddenly just have magic?"

"Magic is a tricky thing. It reveals itself in mysterious ways." George starts. "But what I don't get is that you should've gotten letters last year. Why didn't you?"

"I mean, is it possible to a muggle one year and a wizard the next?"

"Dunno. I reckon so."

"But I thought if you were a wizard then your magic revealed itself when you were eleven or before that. You two told us that last year."

"I'd have to ask dad about it, but I'm sure there have been cases of late bloomers." Fred jumps in. "I can't believe it, you two are wizards!"

"How do you know for sure that we are? I mean yeah there has been some weird stuff happening, we just assumed it was you, but how do you know it's us and not somebody or something else?"

"I just have a feeling." He smiles at us. "Come on, let's head to the Burrow. Dad will be home soon, and I want to be there when he does." The four of us make our way to the Burrow.

We head inside and see Percy at the table, writing in a notebook. He looks down over his glasses, which he only seems to wear when he's writing, and looks from us to the twins.

"Why are they here?" He asks, giving an annoyed look to his brothers.

"Percy, is dad home yet?" George asks.

"No, and I asked you a question. Why did you bring them over here? They might know about our secret, but mom still feels weird about performing magic in front of them."

"They're our friends, Percy, and if we feel like inviting them over we can. We need to speak to dad about something involving them, and it's none of your business, you little git." Fred snaps at his brother. Percy puts his book on the table and marches over to where we are standing.

"Don't talk to me that way. I am older, smarter, better than you, and you should show me some respect because if I wanted, with one word I could you expelled from Hogwarts. And whatever it is your keeping from me, I'll find out sooner or later, so it better be bloody good." With that, he grabs his book and storms up the stairs, yelling to Mrs. Weasley about having company downstairs.

Mrs. Weasley comes downstairs and greets us.

"What are you doing here? Time to go already?"

"No, not at all, mum, we just need to speak to dad. It's really important."

"Well, what on Earth about?" Suddenly, there's a loud popping sound from outside and Mr. Weasley walks in the door.

"Good afternoon, Molly," He says, pecking her cheek, "hello girls, Fred, George."

"Dad, we need to talk to you. It's really important-"

"Oh no, did you use magic outside of school? I've warned you about this-"

"No, dad, it has to do with the twins." George interrupts. Mr. Weasley's eyes turn to us.

"Well, what about them?" He says, pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Well, um, you see, they came to us, asking if we had been using magic on them and their house and stuff-" George starts.

"Which we haven't, by the way." Fred inputs, seeing the look of concern on their parents' faces.

"They told us about everything that was happening, and we told them that we're underage and it's illegal for us to use magic, so it couldn't possibly be us."

"So, you're worried that maybe it's one of your brothers pulling a prank or something?"

"No. We think that their wizards." Fred replies. Mr. Weasley nearly drops his tea sup.

"I'm sorry, what?" He leans in, looking at us closely.

"We think their wizards, dad." Fred reiterates, looking Mr. Weasley in the eye. Mr. Weasley shakes his head, a small smile on his face.

"Now, boys, I know how hard it is to be separated from Mona and Vera during the school year. I know how much you want to believe that they are, but they are muggles, boys. They do not have magic in their blood or else there would have been signs. You can't just make them something they're not by believing they are."

"But dad," Fred motions back to Mona and me, "I saw it. WE saw it with our own eyes. There was some sort of magic happening."

"Fred-"

"Dad," Fred interrupts him, earning himself a look from his mother, "I promise you this is not a joke. This isn't a lie. Please, could you just see? Isn't there a possibility that they could be?"

"There's a possibility that anybody could be, but it would have appeared by now, they're twelve-"

"Above the age of when Hogwarts sends out it owls, yes, we know, dad." George inputs. "But haven't there ever been cases when magic just suddenly appears in people older than that?"

"I suppose there has been a few cases, yes, but it's very rare, and, usually, they come from a pure blood family." Mr. Weasley replies.

"Could you please just check and see?"

"Check and see what?"

"I dunno how to do it but just see if they have magic in them or something? There's got to be a way to do that."

"The only way is to witness them perform it or for them to receive a letter or-" he turns his gaze from his sons to Mona and me. "Or…" He looks down and pulls out his wand. Molly gasps. Up until this point, we haven't seen any wands except for Fred and George's. The Weasleys try to keep their magic away from us as much as possible. Mr. Weasley mutters something and waves the wand around us.

"Step back, boys." He orders. The twins walk away from us. From Mr. Weasley's wand comes a stream of blue fog, which surrounds us. It disappears and suddenly I feel a jolt within me. The air starts to sparkle around Mona and me, and little things start to float around the kitchen, including Mr. Weasley's cup of tea.

Mona and I spin around, looking at everything. I see the twins' faces. They're grinning as wide they possibly can. I've never seen them look so happy.

I turn back around to see Mr. Weasley putting away his wand and looking his wife. She nods and he turns to face us.

"Alright." He says. "I think it's time to contact Hogwarts. They missed two last year." The boys run up and hug us, thanking their dad.

"I can't believe it," Fred says, arms wrapped around us. "You're wizards."