Hello! My sister asked me something about my last chapter and I thought I'd explain my answer to everyone in case anyone else thought this. The question was; Why was Mrs Weasley so trusting? My answer is that at this point the war has been over for three years and Dumbledore hasn't started making noises about Voldemort being back yet. Plus, this woman had just solved a serious magical issue that the twins obviously knew about. Add the fact that Molly was in the order so probably knows Sirius so has heard stuff about Pandora in passing… And of course, she's stressed out of her mind with trying to do Hogwarts shopping while keeping the twins in control. Hope this clears stuff up… I hadn't thought too much about it, but my sister is very pedantic.

Anyway… the usual, don't own Harry Potter, property of J.K Rowling, I just use them, you know the drill.

Oh, and do people have any preferences to what houses the boys go into? Let me know or I'll go with my sister's truly evil idea…

The years had passed in a series of chaotic events in the small cottage in the Hebrides. Fred and George Weasley became an almost constant fixture in the house and the whole family knew them better than anyone. In truth, Fred and George weren't nearly as similar as people liked to believe. In fact, they were exactly the same as Harry and Tom when it came to their roles. Fred and Harry were the planners and resident bookworms. They sought out knowledge with a zealous passion and always came up with the best prank ideas and all their escape tactics. They were quieter than their counterparts but both possessed a wicked sense of humour that sent everyone into gales of laughter. In contrast, George and Tom were far more outgoing and were far more likely to be found mucking around in the garden, on their brooms or swimming in the sea. They were the instigators of the team, working to bring their brothers' plans into reality. However, they were all genius' and invented a lot of their prank tools themselves and had all harnessed their magic wandlessly (to a lesser extent with the Weasley twins) before Fred and George left for Hogwarts.

Their most memorable prank to date being the time they'd stuck all the furniture in the house to the ceiling and managed to frame Sirius and Barty (The only other people in the house at the time) for the crime. It turned out later that Sirius and Barty had been knocked out with a trip delay set to wake them the moment Paradox approached the front door. The boys had appeared half an hour later looking innocent and talking about their time on the beach. It took the adults two months to work out what actually happened….

This particular morning had been reasonably peaceful so far, The four boys were still fast asleep in their bedroom-Fred and George had been given permanent beds there ages ago-and the adults were all relaxing downstairs, waiting for the post to arrive. Neville and his parents would be stopping by later on so they could all do their Hogwarts shopping after the letters arrived. Neville was another firm fixture in the twins' life. He took on the more responsible role of older brother… To all four of them. Habitually having to remind them that sleep and meals existed and were needed for successful planning. This didn't stop him from joining in with the pranks or providing alibis. A fact that drove that adults to distraction as it made it all the more difficult to pin down the real culprits. All the adults felt extreme pity for the staff at Hogwarts. While Severus was instead filled with a sense of impending doom. At Paradox and Deaths request, Severus had finally accepted the Potions teaching post at Hogwarts to keep an eye on their charges. After receiving a crash course in teaching from Death of all people he felt prepared to deal with the classes. His nephews' penchant for mischief was a whole other ball game. Speaking of nephews, the troublemakers had just woken up. The four pranksters marched down the stairs and reviewed the adults' expressions shrewdly. Obviously deciding that a prank at that precise moment wasn't a smart idea, they made their way across the room and slumped into their chairs. The four boys had long ago claimed the end of the table by the kitchen window as theirs and woe betide anyone who sat there. Even Paradox didn't quite dare. Once seated, the quartet spoke;

"Good morning…"

"To you all…"

"On this…."

"Momentous occasion."

They had all developed the knack to twin speak as a group and it was even more disorientating than just two of them using it. Paradox cursed the day they had perfected this disconcerting technique.

Trying desperately to split up the voices a bit, she asked;

"So what houses have you two decided on?"

The twins all shared a look. Surprisingly, it was Fred who spoke up first,

"Well, I'm in Ravenclaw…"

"And I'm in Hufflepuff."

George chipped in.

"So if we want our plan to be a success…"

"Then your options are Slytherin and Gryffindor."

Paradox was instantly wary. She hadn't heard anything about this plan and hoped it wasn't anything too nefarious already.

Harry spoke up next.

"I'm not sure what will happen with me and Tom exactly as it could go either way with the both of us…"

"But our plan will succeed"

Finished Tom, smirking deviously. Hoping desperately it wasn't as bad as she was starting to think, Paradox enquired,

"What plan?"

Four sets of eyes turned to her, four sets of mouths twisted into four terrifying grins.

"Oh, just to make sure we have an inside man in every house."

The demonic group chorused sweetly. Five adult heads hit the table as five groans were heard followed by Severus' mutter of;

"Sweet Circe save me."

Luckily for all the adults sanity, the group of devils were distracted by the long awaited arrival of the Hogwarts letters. The next few minutes were pure pandemonium as the group of students scrabbled to compare supply lists and plan out their purchases. Tom and Harry were finally being allowed pets, and, as a late birthday present, so were the twins.

With letters dealt with, the children gulped down the last of their breakfast and sprinted up the stairs to dress for the day ahead. In no time at all, the whole family were standing in the sitting room waiting for the floo to flare and spit out the Longbottoms. They didn't have to wait long. Neville was the first to emerge from the flames and was instantly mobbed by his four excitable friends. By the time his parents arrived, he had Tom clutching his neck while pressing up against his back, Harry cuddled up to his chest with a death grip on his waist while the Weasley twins contented themselves with throwing their arms over his shoulders while being careful of his two human limpets. Neville in this timeline was very different than before. He still had a slightly round look to his cheeks, but he was taller, the tallest out of the three eleven year olds and had an air of quiet confidence about him and always had a smile for everyone.

He was the group's rock, their grounding force. And their supplier of potion ingredients of course. Like the other four, Neville was beyond gifted, although his strengths lay with Herbology and creatures. He actually had just as much control over his magic as Harry and Tom did now though. At that moment he was grinning happily at being surrounded so utterly by his impossible brothers. Neville had thought of the group as his brothers ever since his first time telling them off for a particularly badly thought out prank involving a baby mandrake and he was incredibly glad that this explosive group of people had a place for him.

Eventually the adults had to break the adorable scene up so they could set out for Diagon Alley like planned. Paradox and Alice had visited Gringotts together the day before to leave more time for the pet shopping they just knew would take ages. Emerging into the Leaky Cauldron, the group quickly moved off, rushing from store to store to get the basic things they knew they needed. The Apothecary took longer than expected, Severus took one look at the student kit and turned up his nose with a sneer. This of course meant that all the children had to be kitted out with everything Severus expected them to need or just generally thought useful. Add the fact that Fred loved potions so wanted to buy yet more ingredients and it was no surprise that they were a bit harried by the time they escaped into the daylight. Eventually they were left with only three stops left to make; Ollivanders, Madam Malkins and Magical Menagerie. They stopped at the robe shop first. To Paradox's surprise, she noticed that Draco Malfoy was here in this timeline as well. Looked like Aunty Fate was interfering in events again. Sighing, she shook her head before focusing on this first meeting between Draco and her boys.

It didn't start out well. Draco tried his usual arrogant routine. Paradox started listening at the point where Draco loudly drawled;

"My father thinks.."

Harry interrupted immediately at that though, face showing quite a fair bit of impatience.

"Yes, yes, your father says a lot of things apparently. Thing is, we have no interest in what your father thinks or says. We want to know what you think and what you want to say and do. If we don't know that, then how can we ever become friends? Cause at the moment you're sounding more like an arrogant puppet than a person. Which is a shame, as I think you could be a really nice person if you relaxed and shut up about your father."

Draco was openly gaping at the end of Harry's impassioned little speech, the rest of the group nodding along sagely in the background. Finally he managed to find his voice and got out shakily;

"You… You actually want to get to know me? Really truly?"

The Weasley twins converged at that, each throwing an arm around his thin shoulders and gently hugging him between them.

"Of course! We can always do with more co-conspirators for our mischief making. Now that Harry, Tom and Nev are coming to Hogwarts we can finally prank old Dumbledork. We'll need another friend to watch our backs for that mission. Plus, our pack can always do with more members."

This seemed to finally relax Draco even as he let out a startled laugh and stared at the group with something akin to horror. Whatever he thought of their plans for Dumbledore, it didn't stop him huddling further into the twins' comfortable hug. The group of six boys continued to chat as they were all fitted for their robes and it quickly became apparent that Draco loved the casual afftection the whole group bestowed on each other almost continuously. The entire time he was with the group he rarely stirred far from at least one of them and seemed desperate to receive as many hugs as possible before the group left. Eventually though, the group had to move on, leaving Draco waiting for his father to appear. Before leaving though, the five boys pulled Draco into the middle of a giant group hug that left him feeling very slightly squashed.

They decided to leave the search for suitable familiars until last, so moved swiftly on to the dingy wand shop. Things became interesting as soon as they stepped into Ollivanders domain. Upon seeing them, the ancient old man gave a sound almost like a whoop and scuttled out from behind his counter towards them.

"My, oh my! So much powerful magic! Just one of you could overload every wand I have made so far. No, no, that would never do. We shall have to start from scratch with you all. I'm assuming you all can already wield your magic?"

At the boys' tentative nods, Ollivander emitted another undignified whoop and dragged the whole group towards his workroom in the back of the store.

Upon entering he ushered Neville forward first.

"Of course, I should have realised I'd be getting more of this kind of thing after the Weasley twins two years ago. If I remember they were particularly interesting. George's was Maple-a particularly rebellious and challenging wood- combined with Yew. A very unusual combination. While his brothers was Walnut-a strong wood-bound with Holly. Again, something I would have never dared before. Both with a twin core of unicorn hair. Very tricky wands to create successfully. I am interested to see what yours are shown to be. Now, pass your hand over the woods and pick up the ones that call to you."

Neville drew in a deep breath before holding a hand out over the woods before him. It took a while, but finally he had two woods in his hand. Ollivander snatched them away quickly and examined them quickly.

"Ah, yes. This is a more natural combination. Birch and Cherry wood, woods of the heart. They will serve you faithfully. Now, the cores."

Neville then had to repeat the whole process all over again with the many cores until he was clutching a single unicorn hair. This was then placed in the box with his two woods and set to the side. Next it was Harry and Tom's turn. As twins, they had to go together as they may have similar woods. It was indeed the case with them. Ollivander seemed ready to pass out with excitement at the sight of the woods he'd be working with.

"My trickiest combination to date. Yew and Holly. The same yet complete opposites. Oh my…"

This last comment was directed at the fact that Tom and Harry were both holding two cores.

"Lets see. Both with phoenix feather cores, but Mr. Potter's will be paired with the hair of a Selkie. While you, Mr. Wild, have chosen my most unusual core. The tail-hair of a mature Kelpie. Both extremely rare cores indeed gentlemen. It will be a pleasure to make them.

After these revelations the party was ushered from the store with instructions to return the next day. The adults were in a state of understandable shock. The children in front of them were clearly a force to be reckoned with. They'd already known this, but Ollivander's observations had solidified the fact forever in their minds. The children couldn't care less about the happenings inside the store. They all knew of their power levels and the fact that Harry and Tom were marginally more powerful than the rest of them. They were far more interested in the approaching pet store where they'd find their familiars (hopefully).

Upon entering the store the five boys nodded to each other before releasing their magic and simply following where it led. Fred found himself drawn to the cats and other four-legged creatures. George meanwhile was pulled towards the cages of birds. Harry and Tom both followed their magic to the reptiles while Neville went in the same direction as Fred.

Harry and Tom really weren't surprised to find themselves in front of the snakes. After all, they were both parcelmouths. It made sense for their familiars to be an animal they could actually converse with. Harry quickly found the one calling him. A beautiful female magical tiger snake. Her scales seemed to glow, her body decorated in bands of black and gold and her eyes were as deep a black as her scales. She was perfect. As she was still young she was still small enough to easily wrap around his shoulders when he removed her from her tank, turning to find Tom and make his way to the till. He snorted at the sight of Tom's familiar. It was a young Black Mamba. A male with midnight black scales and vicious looking fangs. It was a good thing Uncle Severus was signing off on these as a teacher or they wouldn't be allowed anywhere near the school.

Confident in their success, they proceeded to search for the others. They found Fred and Neville each cradling a small ball of fur to their chests. They couldn't see exactly what they were, but they were both clearly bigger than your average, non-threatening pet.

"Holy mother of Circe."

Harry whispered when he finally got a good look at the russet furred bundle snuggled into Fred's arms.

"That's a Red Wolf cub. They're incredibly rare."

The cub gave a small huff and seemed to bury it's way deeper into Fred's embrace. Fred just looked smug.

Turning to Neville, Harry got the second shock of the day.

"Um… Neville? Isn't that a lynx?'

Neville grinned at the two boys obvious shock.

"Yeah, although I've never seen this dark a colour before. It's almost gold, don't you think."

Harry and Tom started to look distinctly amused.

"Don't you think…."

"It's funny that…"

"We all have very dangerous animals as familiars?"

They finished together just as George came into sight with a Gyrfalcon riding proudly on his shoulder. They all just stared at each other in clear amusement for quite some time before bursting out laughing.

"Won't we make a scene?"

Fred spluttered, a purely evil look taking over his face.

This just made the group laugh harder, being careful not to annoy their familiars. After all, they still had to do the familiar ritual. Then they'd be able to have a rudimentary type of conversation with these magnificent creatures.

Soon after, they were heading towards the Leaky Cauldron, their familiars held close. This had been a day to remember. Next stop, Hogwarts.

A/N Mwahahahaha! I'm having so much fun with this!

I would like to say a huge thank you to all the people who have been following or favouriting (yes, I know that isn't a word. Shhh…) this story as it means a lot to know that people are actually enjoying my babblings. On the same note, Thank you, thank you thank you everyone who's sent me such lovely reviews. I'm loving every minute of writing this story and I still have so many ideas that I can write in the future.