Gred and Forge?

3 ~ The Missing Child

"Izzy?" I said in a shaky voice, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Izzy where are you?" Now I began to panic as I looked frantically around the shop hoping to catch sight of the small child.

"Oh no no no Izzy where are you dammit?" I slightly screamed running around looking for her everywhere with still no luck.

"Hey lose something?" A voice said from behind me, I turned around to see a tall red headed boy who looked slightly similar to Ron, the only thing was, there was two of him. The two guys, who I'm presuming where twins, stood there wearing the same jumpers and jeans, but the slightly smaller one was holding a crying child who was clutching to his jumper as he comforted her.

"Oh my god Izzy, Merlin's beard your alright" I said as the twin handed me my younger sister who's eyes were brimmed with tears and hiccups where escaping from her mouth as her bottom lip trembled. She stretched out her arms towards me and I immediately lifted her free from his arms.

"Thankyou so much" I thanked him "no problem found her at the door as we were walking in" he said to me .

"I hear your third year in Hogwarts? How come we've never seen you before?" The other twin asked me. "Oh I'm a transfer from Primthington Academy, I'm Skylar, Skylar Flynn, but I go by Sky" I said "nice to meet you I'm Fred Weasley" said the twin who was comforting Izzy when I first found them. "And I'm George Weasley" said the other twin.

"Nice to meet you both, so you's are third year at Hogwarts?" I asked continuing to find the books I needed to buy for school "yea were in Gryffindor," they both said at the same time . this made Izzy giggle and stretch her arms out towards Fred. "Uh, up, Sylar.. Up" she screamed wriggling free from my arms. "I think she's getting attached to you Fred" I laughed as he took her from my arms and spun her around before placing her on his hip.

We continued talking and we realized that we all had a lot in common, we're all trouble makers in school and Fred and George are best known in Hogwarts because of their pranks. But when I told them about my little incident in Primthington, they couldn't believe it. They couldn't get over the fact that I had set my previous Headmistress's hair on fire. "Wow you really are a badass Sky" George told me as we walked out of Flourish and Blotts, Fred still carrying Izzy while me and George carried all of my parcels containing my books and robes.

"Fred, George where on earth have you two been? I've been looking everywhere for you two" a small plump woman with shoulder length red hair which was greying in some areas. "Emm... Fred, where on earth did you get that baby?" The woman looked at fred questioningly.

"She's my sister Mrs Weasley," I said "She escaped on me and Fred found her, ever since she's been attached to him, and I couldn't carry her with all of my parcels but George offered to help me carry some, I hope you don't mind?" I said feeling a bit nervous in case she shouted at me or something, but she looked far too nice to shout at someone... Well other than the twins.

"Oh that okay deary are you in Fred and George's year?" She asked me with a smlie. I nodded. " Well Fred and George help... Eh sorry deary what's you name?", " oh sorry I'm Skylar Flynn" I said. "Oh what a beautiful name, well Fred, George you help Skylar  with the rest of her shopping, were just going to head down and get Ron some robes." Mrs Weasley said dragging the other Weasley off down towards Madam Malkin's store.

"So what else do you need?" George asked looking at my list from over my shoulder, "I've got my books and robes, just need everything else I suppose, but come on I want to drop this stuff off with my parents first" I said leading them up towards the leaky cauldron.

"Sweetheart, your back early" my mother looked up from what seemed to be a very meaningful and deep conversation with my father. "Who are these charming young boys?" My mother said looking up at Fred, who was being tormented by an over excited Izzy and George who was placing my parcels down on the table.