It's a Twin Thing [Weasley Twins FanFic]

The Mysterious Amy Black.

Over the next few days, me and Amy were getting closer. Not like that, though. That girl amazed me sometimes. One minute she could be joking around with me, the next she sormes off angrily. Some nights, we would be sitting by the fire together, and she would start to tell me things. If she stopped, and looked at me, she immediately closed up again.

It was like that tonight.

"Amy?" I said, quietly.

"Yeah, Fred?"

"What happend to your parents?" She looked up at me. Last night she mentioned something about her parents ditching her. She sighed.

"My mum's dead, my step-dad is dead. And my dad... Well... Let's just say he's a jerk."

Alexia looked over suddenly.

"Why?" I said slowly. "Why is he a jerk?" Amy looked at me as if i were mad. I am mad, but still, not the point.

"He got with his best friends ex. They split up for a few weeks, and my dad goes after Lily. Then, she has me and Emma, ditches us and a few weeks later, she's married to James." Amy suddenly looked furious with herself. "Err, I think he was called James. I err don't acctually know." she had gone bright red. Harry, who was sitting near us, looked up when Amy had said 'James'.

"What happend to Lily? What happend to your mum?" I asked, even quieter than before. Amy looked up at me. She did indeed have blue eyes. Pale blue eyes...

"She... She had another kid. Just the one, I think, and she was with this kid for a year and three months. Murderd by Voldemort." as she said this, a collective gasp went round, and Harry sent her a sympathetic look. Alexia got up suddenly.

"I'm going to bed, coming, Amy?" Alexia, Amy's older sister,  said, fericley. Amy was sitting, snuggled next to me, and I just realised this as Alexia stood up.

"Nope. I'm fine here." Amy said, cooly. I sensed something, and George must have too, because his eyes flashed a warning sign to me. Alexia stormed off, her nose in the air.

"What about you?" Amy said suddenly.

"Come again?"

"What about your family?" Amy asked. I looked down at her.

"Well, I have five brothers, Ron, George, Percy, Bill and Charlie, and a little sister called Ginny. My mum's called Molly, dad's called Arthur. Erm, what else do you want to know?" I felt stupid, my family sounded perfect on paper.

"Oh, you're family's so perfect." Amy sighed, sadly. I laughed.

"The Weasley's? Perfect?" I laughed again. "We're far far from perfect!"

"You sound perfect..." Amy said slowly. The way she said it made me tell her.

"Well, we're not. Charlie and Bill have moved to other countries to scrape some money together for us, Dad works at the Mimistry, but he don't get paid enough for what he does. Mum stays at home, and does everything, me and George are pests and we get in the way, Ginny's and angel and Ron tries to fit in soemwhere." I breath in, catching Amy looking sorry for me out of the corner of my eye. "We have a massive money problem. 'Cause Mum don't work, it's up to dad to bring the money in. He works in the Department of Missuse of Muggle Artifacts, which, basically he has to keep an eye on idiots, like me and George, who take advantage of Muggles. He doesn't get much money, never has, and because there are so many of us, it has to go round. We never get new things, Percy does. All because he's a Prefect- like I care!" I stopped, suddenly, aware of how much I had told her. I barely knew her, and here I was, telling her things I had been hiding for a long time. Half of this stuff never even botherd me until now. 

"Fred, I never realised..." Amy mumbled, she looked ashamed. "Here I am complaining about my dead family, and you are complaining about things that matter!"

"Nah, it's just, I've never said any of them things before." I admit, awkwardly. Mabye George was right... That first time we met Amy... Mabye I do-

"Freddie?" someone calls.

"Hrmph?" I mumble, I was still concentrating on Amy.

"Your brothers want you." I turn to look at the girl. She was right in front of me. I jumped apart from Amy.

"Hermione! Bloody Hell, couldn't you have just tapped me on the shoulder?" I yelped.

"No, so sorry to disturb your little err cozy get together, but Ronald and George called you." she turned, swishing her bushy hair, and went out of the portrait hole. 

"Lazy gits." I said under my breath. Amy giggled. I felt something surge through me. "What now?" I sighed at George.

"Do Ron's homework, I can't be botherd." George mumbled.

"Do it yourself, Ronald." I snapped, walking back to the sofa. Someone with brown hair walked right into me.

"Fred! Sorry!" she moaned, rubbing her nose. I copied her, my nose hurt too.

"It's alright, you OK?" I mutterd. She nodded, and ran off, bright red. I shrugged. I turned around to see who the girl was, and caught George grinning like an idiot. I rolled my eyes, and lounged on the sofa.