Impossible Possibilities

Chapter 2

Chapter Two:

Fred Weasley’s Point of View

          I grinned as I saw my brother stroll into the kitchen, rubbing his neck just as I was. George and I had gotten whacked by our mother for ‘lying’ about which one of us were which. We were just grinning, practically having identical smiles on our faces.

          “DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO YOUR MOTHER FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY,” Our mother screamed from the next room before storming in with the newspaper in hand. I feigned a hurt look.

          “Mum, why do you always say his name first?” I pouted, pointing to George, and he just grinned wickedly.

          “Because I’m the hotter twin,” He ‘flipped’ his hair even though there wasn’t enough to flip. She looked at us shocked before shaking the shock off, and setting off to stir the soup.

          “Glad you finally got it right Georgie,”

          “Well Freddy, I was pointing to myself not you,”

          “But you said Fred was the hotter twin, and I am Fred so…”

          “Whatever,” We high fived and then went to search for Ron to mess with; he was so easy. I think the favorite time of mine was when we changed his pillow into a spider. He must be terribly afraid of spiders now.

          “Oh Percy, your father and I are SO proud of you. I can’t believe you made Prefect, oh this is so exciting!!!” Our mother squealed and we flashed a devious look.

          “Ickle Percy-kins made Prefect?” I cackled, and Percy spun around and glared at us, and I just grinned back.

          “What?” George faked shock, “Why would Percy-kins glare? We are only telling truths,”

          “Shut up you gits,” He snarled, and I stole the badge off the counter; hiding it in my pocket. He looked back to the counter to grab his badge but then was shocked to find it wasn’t there.

          “Where did my badge go?” He growled, spinning around to glare at us.

          “The kitchen table,” I spoke, pointing to the badge I placed down when his back was turned. He glared at us and snatched the badge up, growling like a wild beast.

          “I’m going upstairs,” He pointed his nose up and stalked out of the room towards the stairs, and he stormed up the stairs probably to his room.

          “You boys are so rude, you are third years now can’t you act a little more mature?” She snapped and we shrugged, grinning.

          “Nope,” I popped the p.

          “Not possible,”

          “In the least,”

          Our mother groaned and finished making the soup for lunch, “Your letters are on the table, open them we are going to Diagon Alley tomorrow,”

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          “BOYS,” My mother called and George and I trampled down the stairs, pushing to see which one of us could get there first, “We are going to Diagon Alley, grab your floo powder.

          I let George go first, and thought back to yesterday. We got our letters yesterday and are planning to go to Diagon Alley now.

          “Oh wait, boys, don’t go yet we are still waiting for some muggle born girl that Dumbledore asked us to show around Diagon Alley. He was going to do it but he apparently is busy,” I nodded and flopped on the couch.

          A few moments later a knock came from the back door out of the kitchen. Mum sprung up and answered it, chatting with Dumbledore before saying, “She is WAY too thin! Do you eat three times a day?”

          Our mum ushered the girl in and what I saw surprised me. This girl was probably the tiniest girl in the whole universe. Her hair was bushy but she had a bright smile. George started, “I’m Forge,”

          “And I’m Gored,”

          “And welcome,”

          “To our,”

          “Humble Home,” We finished together and she cracked a bigger grin then I thought was possible.

          “I’m Hermione,” She spoke softly and smiled again. She smiles a lot, is my conclusion.

          “Like in that muggle play ‘A Winter’s Tale’? We learned about it in muggle studies,” I spoke, “I really didn’t pay attention though; it’s just girls spoke about how you died,”

          She laughed a hallow laugh, “Wouldn’t be the first time,”

          “What do you mean?” George asked.

          She seemed to notice she spilled something so she stated, “I was just joking, geez you people don’t have a good sense of humor,”

          Now THAT was insulting.

          First of all, we are the BEST pranksters Hogwarts have EVER had, and second we make EVERYONE laugh; so how didn’t we notice that was a joke?

          “That is insulting miss,” George cried out.

          “Really, that hurts right here,” I pointed to my heart.

          “That’s the wrong side, idiot,” She laughed, and I felt myself get a little hotter and placed my hand on the other side of my chest. I felt a hard nudge in my side from George.

          “Dude,” He hurriedly whispered, “You’re blushing,”

          “I’m WHAT?” I gasped and ran to the bathroom to check my face in the mirror, “I don’t see anything different,” I walked out jokingly.

          “I see you two idiots have changed my mind,”

          “Good,”

          “Well everyone, get ready we are leaving! RON STOP EATING THE CAKE THAT’S FOR AFTER DINNER,” Mum yelled. Hermione looked confused when she was handed a handful of floo powder.

          “I’ll go first,” I spoke and went into the fireplace, bending over because I was so tall, “DIAGON ALLEY!”