**Ron's POV**
See, I'm not always involved in things, but I do want to be there for my friends, and Emilia is my friend, but I also want to be there for my family, and Fred is my family.
Do you see my problem here?
Harry told me what Emi told him. I feel bad, but I'm sure Fred didn't mean it in the way that Emi took it. I was just silently yay-ing when George asked to talk with Emi, so I took the chance and Fred, Harry, and I went to the Quidditch pitch. The entire time Fred just kind of trailed behind us, not saying anything. Then again, it's weird when twins aren't with each other.
Pretty soon, after maybe half an hour of flying around on Harry and Emi's broom sticks, Emi and George walked onto the field. Fred imediately stood up, but didn't do anything. Just kinda stood there with his mouth open as if he were trying to say something.
I can not believe I'm related to such an idiot.
"Talk to her!" I shout at my lanky brother from the air. George coughs back a laugh as Harry just blatantly chuckles. George got to Fred before Emi and whispered something in his ear that kinda just made the both of them walk the other way.
"Thanks for the love, guys," Emi mumbled, loud enough for me to hear in the air but apparently not loud enough for Fred or George to turn around. I looked over my shoulder at Harry and shrugged. We flew down to Emi to see her trying to hide her face by moving her head down.
"Emi, um... wanna head inside? I know just the thing to cheer you up. Fred told me about it once," I smiled trying to make the atmosphere better, but Emi just started to let more tears fall.
Well aren't I good with the ladies.
"Come on, Emi," Harry said, putting his arm around her.
"Oi! Harry, Emi, wait up!" a tall kid was running up to us carrying a giant wooden box all chained up and locked. When he got up to us, I recognized him as Oliver Wood. He played on the Quidditch team with Fred and George. Keeper I'm pretty sure. "So," he said, putting down the box and letting a breath out. "McGonagall wanted me to meet you two today. Show you the ropes and stuff. What do you say, eh?" Harry and Emi looked at each other and shrugged.
"Sure," Harry spoke for the both of them. Oliver smiled and waved at something behind us.
"Oi! Fred! George!" he called, waving. "Wanna help out with showing these two first years how it's done, Weaselbee?"
"Uh, I'm good. I've got lots of homework," George bowed out.
"Since when do you do your homew-" I started to speak but was cut off by George wrapping his arms around my head, covering my mouth so I couldn't speak.
"I'll help. That is, if you want me to," Fred offered, but Emi started to protest.
"That's nice Fred, but you don't have to-"
"No! That'd be a great idea!" Oliver chimed in. "Two of you, two of us. I'll help Harry out, Fred can help Emilia. Perfect!" In that literal millisecond, you could see Emi's face go pail. And her hair...
Harry nudged her with his elbow and she quickly tried to hide the streak of white hair that suddenly decided to appear in her hair. Strange girl, but that's what makes her great.
"Alright. Ron, you coming?" George asked, snapping me back to reality. "Oh, umm..." I looked at Harry, not really knowing what to do. He nodded, accepting their fate. I turned to Emilia and handed her back her broom stick and whispered something in her ear, then went up to the castle with George.
I need food. And sleep.

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The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone
Fanfiction"No matter where we go, at least we'll be together." "Right. Together." "Always?" "Until the very end." ******* Harry Potter. The boy who lived. Defeated he-who-must-not-be-named. What if there was one more? Emilia Potter. The GIRL who lived. Defea...