The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone

Quidditch Stuff and Idiots

**Fred's POV**

"Alright, Harry, just focus, and we're gonna toss around the quaffle for a bit, alright?" Oliver went over and started training Harry to be a chaser, while I had the awkward responsibility of teaching Emilia, the girl that was mad at me because she heard the wrong thing at the wrong place at the wrong time, at how to be a seeker.

I was a beater! How was I meant to train her? Well, for the first few minutes I just explained the basics of Quidditch like the positions, house cup, rules, etc. She didn't seem too happy when she found out that the whole game basically depended on her to end. After that I'd begun to just throw around golf balls as Emi tried to catch them on her broomstick. After a while I just piped up and talked to her.

"Um... Emi?"

"Mhm?" she mumbled, coming back to the ground.

"I'm sorry about what I said." She smiled at me sadly.

"It's fine. I don't exactly like me either," she shrugged, looking down at her feet.

"No, no, Emi, I do like you it's just Georgie was egging me on about something, then somehow it got to you, and it just... I'm sorry." I took a deep breath as she just looked at me. Her electric green eyes just staring me in the heart, stripping all layers of my soul off to see the bare emotion.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" she tilted her head to the side sadly. "My mind is constantly against me, how do I know this is even real?" I took a breath, not really knowing what to say. Slowly, I reached my hand out and took hers, carefully bringing it up to my chest.

"Can you feel my heart beat?" I bit my lip. She hesitated.

"You're not meant to feel heart beats through your chest." I shook my head.

"Can you feel my heart beat?" She took in a breath, mouth cracked open slightly as if contemplating what to say. She nodded.

"It's real."

She just nodded, biting her lip, as if trying to keep herself from crying. Before I could comfort her she just shoved herself onto me, warping her arms around my torso, holding me as if I were air and she couldn't breathe. I rested my chin on her head, her messy pink hair tangled but honestly I didn't mind. Her hair slowly changed from pink back to red and her breathing steadied.

She pulled away and whipped her eyes with the back of her hand and smiled at me.

I honestly didn't know what we were at this point, but I'm just glad we're at least friends again. I've missed my little fire cracker.

**Emilia's POV**

I didn't want to feel. I didn't want to trust him, but somehow he got me to. This sounds so over dramatic, and maybe it is, but Fred was one of the first people who's accepted me and made me feel wanted outside of Harry. Even if we are just friends, it still feels nice.

*******

For the next week or so we just hung out, Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Hermione, and I. It was great. It's so nice to actually have friends.

"What class do we have next?" Ron turned to me and asked as we sat at lunch in the great hall.

"Charms," I murmured. I was fine with talking with him, but there were other people around, and I don't exactly like people. He nodded as Hermione and I started to pack our stuff to get to class. We left before the boys, Hermione pulling me out the door quite quickly, a smile plastered on her face.

"I'm so glad I came here," Hermione said, happiness clear in her voice. "It's so nice to have friends! You and Harry and Ron, it's great! Plus, Fred and George are awesome. I'm glad you two are on good terms," she smiled gently. I hugged her in agreement. "I didn't have a lot of friends back home," she whispered into my shoulder. "Even though some people tease me here, like Draco and such, I still feel welcome."

"Me too, 'Mione, me too."

We walked into charms a bit early and just talked for a while about the other classes. Neither of us could comprehend the fact that we were at a wizarding school of magic. Not too long after, Ron and Harry came in and sat on either side of us.

"Alright, class," Professor Flitwick begun the class, standing on a large stack of books. "Let's begin with that simple levitation spell! Now, do you all have your feathers?" Hermione lifted her white feather and proudly waved it. "Very good. Now, do we all remember the wand movements we learned yesterday?" Everyone nodded. "Alright. Now repeat after me- Wingardium Leviosa."

"Wingardium Leviosa," everyone repeated in monotone. Such an enthusiastic class, I know.

"Good, good! Now, take the wand movements from yesterday- swish and flick- and try to lift your feathers into the air!"

Hermione and I were about to try, then Ron hit me in the head with his wand, even though Hermione was in between us; it flew out of his hand. I handed his wand back, him giving me a weak smile as he took it. Hermione just rolled her eyes.

"You're going to take someone's eye out, Ron," she said knowingly.

"Oh yeah?" Ron said, starting to get a bit defensive.

"Yeah. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's 'levi-ooohhhhh-sa', not "levio-saaaaaaaaaa," she smiled, playfully. I don't think Ron picked that up though.

"If you're so clever, go on and do it! Go on!"

Oh shit.

"Alright." Hermione stiffened her back, readying her wand. "Wingardium Leviosa," and with that simple swish and flick, her feather was all the way up in the air. The look on Ron's face made me laugh.

"Very good, Ms. Granger!" Professor Flitwick beamed. "Five points to Gryffindor!"

"Wingardium Leviosa," someone on the other side of Harry was trying to make his feather float too. It wasn't working very well, but he was trying. I think his name was Seamus.

"Seamus, you might want to steady your wand a bit more-" I tried to say but was cut off by the loud explosion that was Seamus' feather.

"Professor, we need another feather over here."

*******

A while after class, Ron, Harry, Seamus, Neville, Fred, and George were all walking, Hermione and I being a few feet behind them. We'd stayed a bit late after class to help Professor Flitwick with Seamus' mess.

"It's 'levi-oooohhh-sa!' She's a nightmare, that know-it-all!" Ron went on, waving his arms around dramatically.

"I do agree, Emi can be a bit stubborn at times too," Harry shrugged.

"Yeah, you should've seen her yesterday at Quidditch. Stubborn, but bloody emotional she is," Fred laughed half-heartily.

I looked over at Hermione and she'd walked away, bumping into Ron as she passed, hugging her books and tearing up. I ran after her too, starting to cry myself.

Before I caught up to Hermione, I turned to look at the dumb-struck boys that were stuck in their tracks.

"Some friends you turned out to be," I said, looking Ron and Harry in the eyes. I turned to Fred. "Real, huh?" With that I ran after Hermione.

Back to being unwanted misfits I guess.