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Ron's day had been pretty normal, or about as normal as life can get when you help run a joke shop. But then that stranger had showed up. George had started acting really weird and his brother and the stranger seemed to have a conversation with their eyes. It was kind of creepy and it reminded Ron a lot of when Fred and George used to do the same thing. When George and the stranger had started laughing like some maniacs, Ron left, confused and saddened.

Then George had insisted that some random kid get products for free. Ron didn't complain, he really didn't want to know why.

"Excuse me?" A little girl asked him, "Do you have any more Fainting Fancies? There are non on the shelves."

"I'll go check," Ron informed the little girl and her mother, before heading to the storage room. He then remembered George and the stranger were in there.

"Hey George," Ron started as he opened the door. "I was just wondering about-" Ron stopped, for staring at him were two pairs of identical eyes. It wasn't just the yes though, two identical men were staring at him. George and someone who looked just like George. Who looked like Fred would have, but how? "What!?"

"Hi Ron," The two-eared George said.

"Why don't you have a seat," one-eared George said, conjuring up a chair.

"We have some things to talk about."

Ron's eyes widened. George one and two were finishing each other's sentences.

"Please," both George's said, before they turned and grinned at each other. Ron blanched. It was just like Fred and George.

Ron hesitantly sat down in the chair and looked back and forth between the two George's. He put his attention on the one with two ears.

"Who are you?" Ron demanded, his brain finally allowing him to pull out his wand. "What kind of sick prank is this? Are you Teddy?"

"Who's Teddy? Two-eared George looked to the other one, not at all fazed by the wand in his face.

"Professor Lupin's and Tonk's son," One-eared George replied, like talking to a mirror version of himself was normal. It hadn't been normal for George in a long time though. "He's a metamorphagus."

"That's cool!"

"What is going on here?" Ron tried again, frustrated that he was being ignored.

"It's me Ron," two-eared George said quietly. "I know it's hard to believe but it really is me."

"W-who?" Ron heard the stutter in his voice. It was impossible.

"Fred."

"No!" Ron jumped up and staggered back. "That's not possible." George and 'Fred' stood up as well.

"I'm sorry Ronniekins," Fred said. "But I'm back and I'm not leaving again."

"Leaving?! You're dead!" Ron yelled, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. "I saw your body." Both men across from him grew solemn. Ron turned to the twin he knew was real. "George, you can't believe him."

"I do Ron, and I'm not just jumping to conclusions. I knew it was friend the moment I saw him." Ron was looking back and forth in disbelief.

"How?"

With that one word, the twins took turns telling the story. Fred said most of it, with George jumping in every once in awhile. When it was over, George looked at Ron with pleading eyes and Fred's were guilty.

"Bloody Hell," Ron rubbed his eyes in an attempt to stop the tears. "I believe you, but if this is a prank, I'm warning you, I will murder you George."

"Good thing it's not a prank then," George smirked.

Ron finally stood up and embraced Fred. "Cheer up mate. I can't stand seeing Fred Weasley without a smile."

Fred put on his biggest and over-the-top smile and George copied him. The joy was visible on all three Weasleys' faces as they all embraced in a three-way hug.

"It's so good to see you guys again!" Fred whispered, but it was clearly heard by the other two.

"Don't get all sentimental on us now Gred, I might start crying again." George pulled away from the hug and stood back.

"Fred, when you do decide to reveal yourself to everyone else, just know that Mum is going to kill you," Ron chuckled as fear filled Fred's face.

"You're right, but I'm not ready for that yet. This is enough for now."

"Oh wait!" Ron said. "I totally forgot about why I came in here! Do we have any more Fainting Fancies?"

George walked through the shelves until he found the desired product. He then started to hand it to Ron.

"Wait!" Fred intervened, "Can I restock the shelves? It'll really help this sink in for me. I'll pretend to be you." Smirks grew on the twin's faces at the idea of a prank. Ron knew that they could switch places again and would take full advantage of that.

George conjured up an ugly looking hat for Fred to cover up his ears and transfigured his clothes to match the employee robes. He practically pushed Fred and Ron out the door along with the Fainting Fancies.

Fred walked back into the main part of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and the memories and nostalgia returned. He tried to shrug it off but it was difficult.

Right now he was not himself, he was George Weasley. Just the though of this brought a huge smile to Fred's face.

'Okay, the shelves for the Fancies are over by the cash register,' George was talking to Fred through their minds. They had never told anyone about this ability, and it was always a great advantage for school or pranks. Even now, it felt so natural. Fred felt a pang of jealousy that he didn't know where anything was in his own shop. It was a reminder that everything had changed.

Fred walked to the correct shelf and put the Fancies there. As he turned around, his eyes met Ron's. His little brother's eyes lit up and his grin grew wider.

"That's a really ugly hat, Dad!" Fred didn't recognize the voice and turned to see three kids, about his own son's age. One had tan skin and black hair, but he had the same facial features as the twins. Fred was sure this was George's son and the one who had spoken. Another boy had brown hair, brown eyes and freckles, but other than that looked a whole lot like Harry Potter had when he was younger. As Fred looked closer, he recognized the boy's eyes as Ginny's. The third boy had blonde hair and Fred could tell that he had some veela blood.

'That's Fred, James, and Louis,' George said. 'Your nephews.'

"You don't like my hat?" Fred asked, a fake appalled look on his face. "It has the WWW logo on it!"

"It's ugly Uncle George!" James laughed and the other two boys nodded fervently.

"If you make fun of my hat one more time I will conjure up one for you to where!" Fred mocked yelled and pulled out his wand, knowing full well that he forgot how to do advanced magic like that.

The three boys screamed and ran for the other side of the store. Fred laughed and could hear George laughing along with him.

"I'm coming back.' Fred telepathed. 'I don't want to give myself away yet.'

Fred went to the storage room and was met with an exact mirror image of himself. George was wearing identical robes and even a matching hat. Without the obvious lack of war, it was easy to pretend they were the same person again.

"I'm still better looking." Fred said and the two laughed again.

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