Prologue

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Song- birdy wings.

"Hermione granger"

She sat on the stall and the sorting hat was placed on her head "griffindor!"

There was cheering and she skipped over to the table, then took her seat.

Everyone welcomed her like family, like they've know each other for a life time but there was only one person she really noticed.

"Hello" he greeted over the cheers.

"Hello" she smiled shyly, she then shook his hand that he offered.

"I'm fred"

"Hermione" she whispered softly.

They stared for a moment before he smiled and turned to look at his twin.

It was that moment she felt...special even if it was for a second.
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She was used to being called names, used to being alone but she thought that maybe she could have friends this time.

But it ended the same.

"Honestly, she's annoying it's no wonder she doesn't have any friends" Ronald's voice rang out loud.

It hurt like hell to say the least, she could not let others see her cry so she pushed past the group of boys and sped off crying.

She must have not realised she cried loud enough to grab someone's attention but she did, and she grabbed his.
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He watched as she spend past with her head down and he quickly turned back to his brother with emotions clear within his eyes.

"Freddy..." George warned but all he got in return was fred shaking his head.

"I can't" he said before running after her, George smiled knowingly before walking towards the main all.

After all he knew his brother well enough to know he could not have ignored after all fred was the one who shouted the loudest when she was placed in our house.
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"Mione"  Fred shouts making Hermione stop, although she did not turn around; she did not dare.

"I-I need to go somewhere" she sniffled, but before she could move Fred grabbed her hand and slowly turned her around to look at him.

"Why are you crying?" He asked her softly.

"Because I'm stupid enough to think people will like me, because no one does"

"Hermione, your the most amazing and bright witch I've ever met; if anyone could make friends quickly. It is you" he tells her making her stare at him.

"Ron made fun of me" she whispered.

Fred cursed quickly "my brother is a twat but he means good mione"

Just when she calmed down, two girls walked past and looked irked at her; they whispered to each other before giggling and walking off.

New tears builds, as she slowly moves away from Fred.

"Hermione-" he begins but she shook her head.

She is a freak, just like they said. Just like her parents have said.

"Thank you for coming to talk to me, you really didn't have too" she whispered before running away to the girls bathroom.

It was that moment that he swore he will do anything to see her smile...and find out her secrets.
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Hermione's P.O.V

I brought my legs closer to my body and pulled on my sweater sleeves as I continue to read my book.

I heard laughing and cheering making me look up, a group stood around Fred and George who was doing their tricks again.

I smiled softly before turning back to my book, five minute pasts and something soft touches my face.

Looking towards my left I see a pure white feather, it slowly began to fall but as it got level with my eyes it glowed and turned into a butterfly.

The beautiful, graceful butterfly flew around my head and landing on my hand as I held it up for it. 

The smile would not filter from my face as my eyes catch something in the background of the butterfly.

I turned to look behind it and saw Fred sitting on a bench smiling over at me as the other people concentrate on George.

He brings a closed hand closer to his face before opening his hand and blowing something.

I watch as he secretly raises both hands and suddenly more feathers rise around me, I stood up and looked all around me to see them.

I smiled brighter as they all suddenly turn into butterflies and flew all around me.

People turned around and noticed what was going on, the butterflies began to glow and suddenly flew in the air where they exploded and turned into fireworks.

I giggled and clapped with the others before turning and picking up my stuff, as I turned back around Fred stood in front of me.

"Morning mione" he said.

"Morning Freddy, I loved the trick by the way"

"It wasn't a trick, i know you like butterflies so yeah..." he chuckled as George joined us.

"Hey mione" he greeted.

"Hey" I smiled softly "so I have to go guys, I'll see you soon"

As I began to walk away I though of something and turned to them "you know-" they stopped walking and turned to look at me "-you really should open your own magic shop"

George chuckles "yeah and call it what?" Fred laughed.

"Weasleys wizard wheezes? I don't know" I shrugged before putting my bag strap onto my shoulder and turned away shyly and walked back.

"You forgot something" Fred said making me stop once again.

I turned back to him to see it's just him "what's that?"

He opened his hand and blew once again making something fly towards me making me grab it.

I opened my hand to see another butterfly, it flapped it wings before turning into a small badge.

I looked back at Fred seeing him smile "when your sad all you have to do is rub it and it will turn into a butterfly" he shrugs before walking away.

I turned at him walking away and try to ignore the feeling inside my stomach and fast beating heart.

I looked down saw my sleeves were up a little, showing a little bit of my bruise.

Shit!

I hope he didn't see them.

I clipped the badge to my sweater and slowly walked back.

"Hey mione" Ginny hugged me and I continued walking with her, Harry and Ron.

"Hey guys" I faked a smile.

"Ohhhh I like that, where did you get that from?" Ginny gently touched the butterfly.

I saw Fred and George walking towards the main hall but before Fred turned into the hall, his eyes connected with mine and he winked.

"My guardian angel" I whispered to her.

A/N

So I'm actually likely how this began.

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