I'm in the process of major fix-up for my life right now so do not expect well-written edited chapters and smooth dialogues because i'll be updating with drafts. So no more of my ocd perfectionist tendency. So bear with me. I apologize for the past and future cringe-ness.
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Back at Hogwarts Express.....
One could sense the mischief tingling in the air as a pair of suspicious looking twins with identical mischievous smiles, merrily strolled along the corridor of first year compartments. The two had sported matching grey slacks and green checkered shirts dulled as all were just bought secondhand, bringing more attention to the deep vibrant shades of their fiery ginger locks.
"Do you think our ugly little brother fell of the train, George?" Asked one of the mischievous twins.
"Well Fred, chances are very slim." Answered the other twin. "Though the prospects of our lil' Ronnikins grabbing the train rail for his life sound- "
"History breaking!" exclaimed Fred. "Think of it, Gred. We'll be the brothers of the very first, first year to fall off the Hogwarts Express to be recorded in history."
"But remember what mother told us, Forge- " warned George.
"If she hears anymore bad news from us, she'll- "
"Take us off from the quidditch team!"
The mischievous twins stopped their steps to pout. Fred and George had no doubt their frightening fearsome mother would do just that. They couldn't afford to get in trouble, especially since they just got in their house quidditch team. Forge frowned.
"Well, I suppose we could reschedule some of our pranks next year but- "
"First we need to settle the matter at hand. Forget about rescheduling pranks. We- "
"Have to find Ronnikins!"
Fred hit his fist in his palm. Gred was right. It was goodbye quiddtich and to their pranking careers for them if they don't find lil' Ronnikins. George tapped his chin, thinking where their ugly brother could have gone. Their family arrived rather late in the station. Most of the first year compartments were already filled. Their brother certainly wasn't the most charming brat but he had a few endearing qualities to him.
Ever since little Ronnikins could walk, he had always followed them around everywhere and even tag along in their little adventures. The two mischievous twin couldn't help but want to tease their adorable younger brother. But the brat always had the hobby of snitching them and spill their every secrets to their frighteningly fearsome mother, whenever the sore brat had fallen victim to one of their pranks.
He had grown less adorable as years pass by. He was a whinny little brat but he was fiercely loyal and brave to a fault like every other Weasley in their family. So George believed he wouldn't have so much trouble making friends.
"Where do you think our ugly little brother went to?" asked George.
"We've checked almost all of the first year compartments. Save a few farther ones." answered Fred.
"So the likelihood of finding our ugly little brother in one of those is- "
"Very high. But if he's not- "
"Mum will butcher us!"
They said at the same time, shivering at thought of being subjected once again under the brutal tongue-lashing of their more terrifying than an antagonized dragon during hibernation season when angered mother.
Unconsciously, the two mischievous twins reached to rub their still intact ears remembering the last time their mother had pulled them as she scolded them for pulling a prank on Percy. Fred and George believed that their Mum had been too hard on them. Percy looked nice with green hair. And now with their little brother missing, they were sure their mother would really rip off their ears if she finds out. They shook their heads.
"Although if lil' Ronnikins did manage to fall off the train- " Fred frowned truly worrying for their missing brother for a short second. George continued. "That would be- "
"TOTALLY WICKED!"
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Meanwhile....
Relaxing in their first year compartment, Lil' Ronnikins and his new mates were now munching on the freshly baked macarons by the freaky little witch, who had now wrapped herself around the raven haired boy's arm. He too was affectionate when it comes to his younger sister but he knows what he saw between the young wizard and witch he had recently met was not the average sibling affection.
The freaky little witch was definitely getting too touchy feelly around his new mate with her bushy brown haired head plopped on the boy's shoulder and her hand grasping his hand, not that the raven haired boy seem to be bothered. Rather, he seemed very comfortable. Ron could sense that his mate's relationship with the freaky little witch was not as simple as what they said it to be.
It was rather disgusting seeing the bushy brown haired girl getting all cuddly with his new mate. But the young Weasley thought twice before he could voice his thoughts aloud to the freaky little witch, as he took another glance at her scary looking pet with sharp claws and pointy beak sleeping right above the girl's head. So the young Weasley wisely kept his mouth shut and enjoyed his macarons in peace.
Despite being a bossy nightmare, Ron couldn't help but grudgingly admit the girl bakes more delicious treats than the ones they sell in Sugarplum's Sweet Shop and Honeydukes. So maybe the freaky little witch wasn't all that bad. He'll try to get along with Granger for the sake of his new mate and more importantly, for the sake of eating delicious macarons.
Sitting beside the finally placated ginger head, the young Longbottom ate his own macarons also taking note of the two's obvious close relationship. However, being an only child, the blonde young wizard did not thought much of their display of affection and thought all siblings were affectionate as Harry and Hermione were to each other.
'That was nice.'
The bushy brown haired girl thought resting her head on Harry's shoulder. He smiled and bit another piece of chocolate cream filled macaron to his mouth.
'What was nice?'
Harry asked through his thoughts. He watched the scene where he spoke to the chubby blonde wizard replay in her mind. She hummed while he circled his thumb on her hand.
'What you said to Nevile. It was very nice how you encourage him.'
Hermione answered and lifted her head off his shoulder to stare at her favorite emerald green eyes. And in this brief moment, they forgot about the people gobbling up her macarons in their compartment. They were once again laying somewhere in a middle of a green field alone, in a time where they were both younger without any worries intruding their world.
'Its nothing. I only spoke I thought.' He replied.
She shook her head. The young wizard saw the battered bruised boy the young witch remembered, the shy frightened child she found at her backyard.
'He clearly never had someone to say those things to him before. I'm sure it meant a lot for him.' The raven haired boy smiled. 'He reminds me of you when we were little.'
'Was I always that bashful?' He brushed her long fringe to the side.
'Bashful would be putting it too lightly?' She grinned as she rolled her pretty brown eyes. The raven haired boy grinned as well.
'Ey, its only normal for a lad to be shy around a pretty girl.'
Harry chuckled watching the usual pink hue that graze his best friend's cheek turn into red. In return, the little witch glared at Harry knowing that he found her flustered state amusing.
'Tha- '
A loud cough caught the attention of the young couple and drew their eyes to the awkward fidgeting redhead.
"If you're gonna be snogging up each other, we'd appreciate it if you do it in some other location because I think Neville might explode if he gets any redder."
Ron said pointing at the dangerously red statue sitting beside him. It seemed the poor blind lad had finally realized the two were not your simple everyday siblings.
S-snogging?!
Just before the bushy brown haired girl could protest, a knock came from the door which slid open, revealing a pair of tall lanky identical redheads wearing matching mischievous grins. "Hello! Has anyone of you- "
"Seen our little brother. Ginger haired- "
"Bad tempered-"
"Foul mouth- "
"Doesn't quite have the best brain either. "
The chubby blonde wizard rubbed his eyes checking if his eyes were seeing right or if he was starting to see double. While raven haired wizard smiled in amusement and the bushy brown haired witch frowned. Great more redheads. Let's hope they're not as annoying as the first one. She thought.
"Oh there you are, Ronnikins!"
The young Weasley's glare was murderous as he stood trembling pointing at his two older brothers, the evil merry twins who abandoned him.
"Y-you prats!" Both the twins' faces contorted to show two identical frowns.
"Well, that isn't a very nice word- " said the first twin.
"To call your beloved older brothers." finished the other.
Their cheeky little brother scoffed. He seemed to be still rather bitter about their previous antics. They did left after all. The two twins figured they'll let their ugly little brother throw a wobbly this time.
"E-excuse me. But who are you?" The young Longbottom asked hoping they could clear up his confusion.
"That's Fred and George, my annoying older twin brothers." Ron answered. They waved.
"Please to meet you, Ron's friends."
Harry chuckled. The pair seemed to be two fun bloke to hang out with. The little witch couldn't help but be charmed by the mischievous twins as well.
"Do you guys always do that?" asked the raven haired first year. They grinned.
"If what you meant by we always do- " Said Fred or George.
"Is finishing each other sentence, then- " continued the other twin.
"Yes. We do." They said both at the same time.
"And its the most annoying thing in the world."
The young Weasley rolled his eyes thinking back to the times they played their game of Guess Whose Fred. After some years, the game soon got old and no one in the house wanted to play in anymore especially when the merry evil twins never lets anyone win.
"I think its cool." The raven haired first year said to the twins. They grinned.
"Harry and I share a similar quirk as well." The little witch spoke for the first time, catching the interest of the merry evil twins.
"What quirk?" asked one of the older Weasley.
"Saying the same thing at the same time." They laughed as they done it again. The two best friends stared down each other eyes.
"Jinx! You owe me a butter beer." Harry and Hermione's smiles widened as they anticipated what was about to come next. "Hogwarts! Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw. Slytherin. Griffyndor. Pumpkin treats. Honeydukes. Acid pops. Bertie Botts- " Fred and George could only drop their jaws as they continued to witness the two friends utter random words in sync, never missing a beat.
"Exploding bonbons!"
Silence broke out inside the compartment. Their companion stared at the laughing pair in amazement wondering what kind of sorcery they have used.
"Are our eyes deceiving us, Gred?" Asked Fred.
"I believe they're not, Forge."answered George.
"We're beginning to lose our game."
"I don't think Harry and I could compete with real twins." The bushy brown haired first year giggled and stood to offered her hand to them. "Hermione Granger. I reckon you too went a lot of trouble to find your little brother."
Fred and George did not miss the little Granger's change of tone at the mention of their ugly little brother. They shook their heads in disappointment. Ronnikins must have done something rude and stupid again in front of his new friends. Fortunately, the bushy brown haired witch didn't seem to take their brother's foolishness to heart as she offered them seats and delicious baked treats, which they were surprised to discover she had made them herself.
It seemed to be a very popular treat in the muggle world. According to the little witch's story, she had learned to make pastries during their vacation in France. She signed herself and her raven haired best friend up to take baking lessons. Judging from the raven haired wizard's expression, he seemed to have endured the experience for the sake of the little witch. They all chuckled as they heard the boy's version of his story about the torturous lessons with smothering elderly mothers and their travelling hands.
Fred and George were both please find out their brother had found himself nice friends. The mischievous Weasley twins were to also find themselves enjoying their company. They were interesting kids, especially Harry and Hermione who seemed to get out a lot in the muggle world. So both Fred and George were caught off guard when the chubby blonde wizard asked why they had to look for their brother.
"Mother told us too." They answered, exasperatedly as if it was tiresome task. Fred began to tell their tirade. "We had looked around every first year compartment- "
"For our brother. We were beginning to think- " George continued.
"He fell off the train." Fred finished with a wicked grin. The young Weasley pointed his finger to the pair of evil twins, accusingly.
"Then you shouldn't have left me alone in the first place!"
They frowned. "But then we wouldn't have any excuse- " one of the twins spoke. "To look around the first year compartment." the other finished his twin's sentence, catching the raven haired boy's attention.
"Why do you need to look around the first year compartments?" he asked.
"We wanted to find the boy with the famous scar."
The young Potter gripped his best friend's hand.
"Who?"
Hermione asked though she already had an inkling who exactly they were looking for. She had a bad feeling about this. For the first time ever, the little Granger hoped she was wrong as the mischievous pair of twins gave her an answer.
"Harry Potter."
The two best friends stilled in their seats as they heard the twin's utter the name they have sworn to avoid till they stepped on the castle ground, where it would be unavoidable. Their nervous state did not go unnoticed by the twins. It was also during this time that the two Weasley twins noticed something peculiar about one
"Say Forge, Ron's friend here is also named Harry?" George tilted his head in curiosity.
"Right you are Gred. Mind showing your forehead to us, Harry-kins?"
They were on to them. Harry and Hermione soon schooled their expression, relaxing their posture. Fred and George challenged the eleven year old boy. He matched their gaze as he held his fringe out of his face.
"I'm afraid I'm not the boy your looking for. Sorry."
No scar or mark marred the raven haired wizard's forehead. Though the boy was taller and physically fitter than the wizard they were searching for, he had the same hair and eye color. Fred and George were sure they had found the Boy-Who-Lived. The pair of twins frowned in confusion. This was certainly not what they expected. They still could not let go of their suspicion but knew they had to apologize. Just before they could, the youngest Weasley present in the compartment began his tantrum. The two older Weasley inwardly sighed.
"Did Ginny put you two up to this?"
Ron was shaking in his seat. He couldn't believe his two stupid brother would go question the poor bloke like that. They were clearly making his new mates uncomfortable. He was mad.
The first twin shrugged. "Sorry, Ron. But how can we- "
"Refuse our baby sister." The other finished their joke of an apology. The young Weasley continued to glare.
"Right. You can't refuse your younger sister who has stupid obssession with a make believe character. But you can refuse to help your youngest brother and abandoned in the train."
They flinched. Both Fred and George knew that what they were doing did not help with their little sister's childish fantasies but what could they do when all of them in their big family were wrapped around her little finger.
"Don't be mad, Little Ronnie." The evil twins apologized with more sincerity, this time, which was met with a snort. "You guys owe me."
"Yes. Yes. Ooh, is that a golden eagle with a two meter long wingspan?" said both of the twins dismissively as their attention were soon on the dangerous looking creature resting beside the bushy brown haired witch's shoulder. "Hogwarts only allow students to bring certain familiars at the castle. Strictly cats, toads, owls and rats. We've tried to sneak in an Osprey once, so we could train it. But mother found out. And you sure can bet we got an earful for it." They chuckled. "Are you also trying to smuggle your bird in?"
"Of course not! I would never treat my Kriecher so recklessly like that. I have permission from Professor Mcgonagall." The bushy brown haired witch exclaimed, surprising the pair of mischievous twins. Ronnikin's friends soon got more interesting.
"Getting close with Deputy Headmistress, eh?" one twin grinned. "Smart little witch, Isn't she, Gred?" the other chuckled. "Definitely has a cooler pet than Ron's fat Scabbers too.
The young Longbottom shook his head as he recovered from his stump. He had been thrown in a loop of confusion, upon the two's arrival. Seeing the two infamous twins' back and forth. He had stories about the infamous Wealey twin's from his grandmother which usually ended up in the same conclusion. do not ever get acquainted with them. They had made quite the steady growing reputation for themselves as hogwarts prankster. Though was not made known in town, spread around school, the reputation had grown enough to reach her grandmother's sharp ears. He was sure not to be their target.
"Who's, Scabbers?" he asked.
"This is Scabbers."
Ron did not think twice to reach out of his pocket to show off. He admits Scabber were very useless, but he had accompanied him when all his brothers were admitted to hogwarts left hims alone with their little sister. Ginny wasn't really fun to play with when all she wanted talked about was the boy who lived.
Scabber squeeked protestingly as his moronic owner squished his body and woke his from his nap, but quickly froze in fear noticing that his squeeks have caught the attention of a mostrous bird. Kriecher eyed the meal in front of him interestedly. It did not smell like other meals he in him. He could sense it fear but it did not act on it instincts like his other preys and continued to stare him down. He did not like it.
"Scree!"
The bushy brown haired witch sighed as she caught sight of rat, berating the stupid redheaded boy in his head.
"Kriecher! Eat Ron's pet or I'll put you back in your cage." she scolded the terrifying eagle. Kriecher followed his mistress orders, begrudgingly, but did not let his eyes leave the rat who now stared him down almost tauntingly. This did not go unnoticed by the parties present.
"Maybe you should try changing Scabbers color?" the pair of mischievous twins suggested, seemingly concerned but their grins betrayed them. Unfortunately, poor little ronnikins not notice it. He grabbed his wand and did just what his mischievous brother told him.
"Sunshine, daisies,
butter mellow,
turn this stupid,
fat rat yellow."
Fred and George could no longer held their snickers. The chubby blonde wizard gave the redheaded boy a sympathetic smile while the raven haired wizard swallowed his own chuckles to save the boy from embarrassment. The little witch didn't think too kindly of the boy to offer him the same courtesy. couldn't help but snort.
"Well, that wasn't a good spell. Is it?"
Harry eyed cautiously the redheaded boy as his face turned redder and redder by the minute.
"Fred and George were the ones who taught me that spell. You prats tricked me! " The youngest Weasley shrieked.
They shrugged. "We only wanted to teach our precious baby brother a lesson. Its not nice to call your brothers prats." That did it. Just before he could move to strangle the infamous pranksters, the little witch served a jab to him.
"Don't blame your brothers for your silliness. Anyone would know a real spell from a fake one."
He glowered at the know-it-all, challenging her. "If you know so much spells, lets see you perform a real one then."
"Alright. Neville do you still have Trevor's terrarium?" She accepted his challenge with a smile.
The chubby blonde wizard jolted in surprise, finding himself suddenly stuck in the middle of the cross fire.
"Y-yes but its cracked. It fell off my trolley when I was just about to enter the train. The water leaked and Trevor got out. That's how he escaped in the first place."
Her smiled stretched, almost menacingly.
"That's perfect. Bring it out? "
"O-okay?" The poor clueless young Longbottom gave his pet's broken terrarium to the little witch, hoping he would not have to get more involved in their argument.
Ron gave Neville the impression of a dangerously hotheaded person which made him nervous but that doesn't compare to the little witch who was all sweet on the outside but was probably concocting diabolical plans how to punish the arrogant redhead in her head with very elaborate steps at the moment. They all watch in silence as the bushy brown haired girl pulled out her wand to cast her spells.
"Reparo"
And with just a flick of her wand, the crack in the glass disappeared. That enough was able to make the young redhead swallow all his words but the little witch still wasn't finished. She pointed her wand inside the glass and chanted.
"Aguamenti"
Pleased with herself, the bushy brown haired witch return the now restored terrarium to it owner who showered her with thanks and praises. It really wasn't that hard and promised to teach Neville some spells when they get to school. Ron remained silent while Harry also continued to sit in silence and watch his precious friend with pride.
"Gred, did you also see what I have seen?" one of the twins asked.
The other answered, "I believe I have, Forge."
"It's our honor to meet Hogwart's new prodigy.
They smiled wickedly at the flustered little witch who seemed to be taken aback by their exaggerated antics. But all joking and teasing aside, the infamous Weasley twins were impressed. A little witch perfectly executing intermediate charm spells, and a muggleborn at that, was beyond usual. They had a gut feeling that her raven haired friend was keeping some impressive skills as well. Fred and George made a mental note to keep an eye on these mysterious pair during the school days.
"How did you do that?" Ron asked, finally recovering from his stumped. The little witch smiled, though disappointed that her spells couldn't silence the annoying little redhead a bit longer.
"Light reading."
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Merry Christmas, folks! sorry for the slow updates (⁎˃ᆺ˂)