*★* WATTPAD FRIENDS AND FAMILY, WATTPAD FEATURED STORY & 2017 WATTYS WINNER!! *★* Preceded by rumors of their prophetic birth, pure-blood twins, Fred and George Weasley, follow in the footsteps of their three older brothers by attending a school for...
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Most people called them Fred and George.
Alphabetically, it made sense. Also, Fred was the louder of the two, and George slept in the bed closest to the wall with the crooked window frame, far from their trunk of gadgets and magical rubbish, so it was only logical for their mother to scream his name last when they refused to turn out the light and just go to sleep, for heaven's sake. They didn't mind the order of Fred first, George second, but, to the twins, they were Gred and Forge, thank you very much. Not simply because they regarded the world with a far more skewed perspective and thoroughly enjoyed insubordination, but because George had been born eighteen seconds earlier, according to their father, and it only seemed polite that the oldest initial come first. Throughout their eleven years in the world, whenever someone (or something) called them Fred and George, the boys silently rearranged the names on their own, so as to hear themselves addressed properly as Gred and Forge.
And now the twins were only weeks away from becoming students at the best wizarding school in Europe. Their acceptance letters from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had arrived the previous Monday, written in emerald green ink and carrying a purple wax seal in the famous coat of arms. The boys counted down the days until they would leave their wildly crowded, gradually-collapsing home, the Burrow, for the comforts of an immense castle.
Young Fred and George Weasley were troublemakers, if there was ever a word to describe them, and they were part of a much larger family, all of whom were born with fiery red hair and raised with the knowledge that they were members of a magical world of witches and wizards. Although the pair had become experts at tormenting their mother and teasing their youngest brother, Ron, they simply could not wait for their chance to use a magic wand, brew potions in a cauldron, and legally perform the spells they had been learning in secret since childhood. It was common knowledge among the older witches of Ottery St. Catchpole that the next seven school years would be an absolute joy for Mrs. Weasley, for the simple fact that she could go one week without a visit from an unpleasant owl carrying letters from the Ministry of Magic. They were constantly swooping in the windows and upsetting the household from month to month, sent by a spiteful Undersecretary by the name of Dolores Umbridge, concerning her twin sons and their flagrant abuse of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery.
It all began at five years of age when Fred had somehow transformed Ron's teddy bear into a spider so immense that it cocooned the house in a giant web. Molly had only left the room for a moment. That was the first letter. The next came when the twins discovered an old potion chest in the broom shed and manifested a tornado that tore through half of the countryside. Their disobedient nature had become so uncontrollable that their parents had no choice but to plead with them to at least misbehave at home, so that the wizarding trace that had been placed upon them at birth would be unable to detect where their magic had originated. This did not entirely work, as the Umbridge woman carried on sending letters whenever the magic coming from the Burrow seemed juvenile and unworthy of practical use.
