Fred stood at the entrance to Diagon Alley. It looked so much livelier and happier than it had when he had last seen it. There were tons pf happy people milling around, going about their business. It was nothing like the desolate, scary place it was during the war. It even looked like most of the businesses opened back up. There was Ollivader's, Flourish and Blott's, and even Madam Malkin's. At the end of the Alley was Gringotts. That is where Fred pointed his family.

George looked around is awe of everything. The magic was practically visible in the air, from people levitating their bags behind them, to a rare Animagus transforming into an owl. There were even two people flying on broomsticks. Sofia held her son's hand and continued to look amazed as she followed her husband.

As Fred neared the little split in the Alley, he had to make an extra effort not to look in the direction he wasn't going. It took every fiber of his being to continue on the path to Gringotts. He knew that if he turned his head just a little bit too much, he would see his joke shop. He wanted to go there so bad, but at the same time he didn't want to. He hurried by, but not before George caught sight of a colorful, fun, storefront.

"What's that store dad?" George asked, pointing. Fred didn't even glance over there.

"That's a joke shop," Fred said, tears almost coming to his eyes. "I promise you can go there later."

George took one look at his dad and became concerned. "What's wrong?"

"That shop is the one that my twin brother and I opened," Fred couldn't help but smile. "It was our dream. I'm glad he kept it open."

"If you're not ready to go there, I can just take George in," Sofia offered.

"Thanks babe," Fred ran his hand through his hair as his family neared the bank. "Here we are. Follow my lead. The goblins running the place can be grumps. I suggest you don't stare."

"Goblins?" Sofia and George asked at the same time, one horrified, and one amazed.

Fred just smirked and lead them inside. He chuckled at his son, who was making an over-exaggerated effort to keep his eyes of the goblins, though he was stealing glances every now and then.

Fred decided that he wouldn't open up a vault, as that would mean giving his name. He walked up to the goblin in charge of exchanging money.

"Hello, I would like to exchange muggle money please," he said, slapping some money on the counter.

"How much?" The goblin asked. George's jaw dropped.

After Fred got all the details worked out, he led his family out and stopped in his tracks. Sitting on the steps outside the bank was Harry Potter himself. He looked older than he had the last time Fred had seen him, and much happier too. He appeared to be waiting for someone, and a little redhead girl about the age of 7 was sitting next to him pouting.

"Daddy, how come I can't go on the bank ride, but Albie can?" The little girl whined. Fred started, Harry Potter had kids?

"Because it can be dangerous and you're not old enough," Harry explained gently. "I'm not allowed to go either. The goblins don't like me very much." Fred snorted, of course the goblins don't like him, Harry Potter broke into Gringotts. The snort caught the Boy-Who-Lived's attention and he glanced in Fred's direction.

"Hello," Harry said, nodding to Fred and his family.

"Hi," Fred nodded. "I see your kid is a redhead! Mine is too!" Idiot. Why was Fred talking to Harry? This just gave a bigger opportunity for Harry to recognize him.

"Yeah," Harry smiled. "She gets it from her mother." Fred could tell that Harry wasn't really in the mood for talking to strangers, he probably thought that Fred was paparazzi. But the little girl did want to talk.

"Mummy had hair just like mine!" The little girl explained. "Daddy and James and Al all have black hair, and Teddy likes blue, but I like red! Mummy and lots of my uncles and grandma and grandpa all have red hair. So do lots of my cousins, like Hugo, and Roxie, and-"

"Okay Lily, thank you," Harry interrupted laughing. He turned to Fred. "I'm sorry about her, she likes to talk."

Fred started to laugh, but stopped when he remembered that he was trying to stay anonymous. "It's okay. She reminds me of my sister when she was younger. She was always very outspoken."

Fred suddenly realized that the little girl talked about having cousins. Harry didn't have any siblings, so his wife must have lots of siblings. Harry and the girl said that Harry's wife has red hair. Fred only knew a couple of redheaded girls, and he only knew one that had a lot of siblings and coincidently dated Harry Potter. It couldn't be, could it?

"Who is your wife?" Fred couldn't help but ask, even though he was pretty confident of the answer.

Harry looked surprised that Fred didn't know who he was married to. "Her name is Ginny."

Fred grinned. Ginny Potter. Only the thing that his sister had dreamt of since she was a little girl. "Well, congratulations Harry. Though I guess I am a little late." With that, Fred spun on his heal and walked away.

"That was the famous Harry Potter. Who is also apparently your uncle," Fred explained to George and Sofia. "He married my sister, which was her dream since she was around five years old."

"Wow." Was all Sophia could say.

They spent the entire day buying things for Hogwarts. Eventually, the last thing on the list was a magic wand, so they went into Ollivander's. The shop was just as crowded as ever, covered floor to ceiling with wands.

"Well hello there!" Ollivander's voice rang through the store. "Need a wand do you? Well, you've come to the right place." The old wizard went through the necessary explanations and measurements.

They tried wand after wand. None of them seemed to work. After about an hour and a half, George was getting really discouraged.

"Don't worry," Fred said reassuringly. "It took me hours to find my wand." This seemed to cheer George up a little bit.

"Sometimes, the child's wand can be similar to the parents," Ollivander said, coming back with a batch of new wants to try. "I don't think I know you, but you mentioned you have a wand. May I see it?"

Fred hesitated. Ollivander was known for his great memory. He never forgot a wand that he sold. Surely he would recognize Fred's wands, if not as his own than as his twin's.

Ollivander sensed Fred's hesitation. He studied the man's face for awhile, then the boy, then back to the father. A knowing look came over his face and he quickly hurried to the back of the store. He came back later with a single wand.

"I have a feeling this wand will suit you really well," the wandmaker said with a twinkle in his eye. "This wand is a special one. There is only one other one in the world like it. It was sold to me 20 years ago, and because of the nature it was made, I have not been able to pair it with any wizard." With this, Ollivander took the wand out of the box and Fred's jaw dropped. He recognized that wand. "This is a 12-inch wand made of peach tree wood. It is the first wand to ever be made of peach. The core is the fur of an animagus. This is very creative and was the first time it had ever been done. Two wizards created this wand 2o years ago, and even put some of their own magic into the wands to activate them." Ollivander looked at Fred knowingly, with a twinkle in his eye.

"Apparently, the animagus whose fur the wand came from was quite a prankster, and the two wizards who activated it were also pranksters. So, this wand can only be paired with someone who causes just as much mischief."

George looked intrigued. Ollivander handed him the wand and it was a perfect match. Fred smiled. It seems fitting that the wand he and George created went to his son.

"I just sold the sister wand to this one yesterday," Ollvander said as Fred paid for the wand. "It was to the son of one of the creators of the wands. Fred almost dropped the money. George had a son, who is the same age as his own. Both their sons have twin wands. The irony was not lost of Fred.

"Thanks for the wand," Fred said as his family started heading out the door.

"Wait Mr. Weasley," the old wizard called and Fred spun around, of course the kind of creepy Ollivander would figure it out. "Perhaps you could use a new wand. Sometimes the owners of twin wands need to change if they are apart for long periods of time."

"Did George change his wand?" Fred asked, his voice only cracking a little bit.

"No, he still has the same one."

"Then I will keep mine. Thank you Mr. Ollivander."

"Have a nice day Mr. Weasley," Ollivander smiled. "And welcome back."

Fred let his family outside.

"How did he know it was you?" Sofia aksed.

"I don't know, but he has a very good memory," Fred smiled and decided to change the subject, though the next one was still a tough subject. "We're going to the joke shop next."

"Yes!" George yelled. "I love pranks!" He ran off in the right direction.

Fred gulped and slowly followed his son, Sofia's hand in his. His heart pounded with every step he took. He had already immersed himself back into the magical world. He had already went to Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron, where so many of his memories came from. He even saw Ron and Harry. But was he ready to face the place that he created? Was he ready to see the face that looks so much like his?

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