The Heir to Gryffindor

The Coin Toss

I watch as the galleon flips through the air, then falls quickly back into Fred's hand.
"Tails!" Fred calls out, looking victorious.
"Ah, shoot!" I mutter, disappointed. "I was hoping that you would be buying the ice cream."
"That's just too bad for you then, isn't it?" Fred smirks, slipping the galleon back into his pants pocket.
George chuckles maniacally from behind Fred. "They're both tails." He says, bursting into a laughing fit.
"Why you..." I pause for a moment, trying to think of something rude and vile to call them, but the best I come up with is, "little cheats!"
"George! You weren't supposed to tell him!" Fred whispers frantically in the direction of his twin brother.
"Oops." George shrugs, still chuckling. I roll my eyes at the duo.
"I do believe this means that you two have the honor of paying for my sundae, along with your own ice cream." I declare triumphantly, laughing as Fred's smirk disappears.
"Hey, it was your own misfortune that you chose heads." Fred argues.
"You know that I always choose heads." I shoot back, rolling my eyes at his persistence.
"Yeah we do." George mutters, and starts snickering all over again as Fred glares at him.
"Will you please stop that!" Fred yells loudly, attracting the attention of the people walking up and down Diagonal Alley, past us.
George wisely doesn't say anything else, and manages to calm his laughter.
"Well Edward," Fred speaks more calmly this time. "Why don't we just-"
I cut him off there, and say something purely to embarrass him.
"Oh, I've forgotten to ask, how rude of me. How's your girlfriend doing, Fred?" I stifle a laugh as his face turns scarlet, clashing with his hair.
"Sh-she-she's not my girlfriend!" Fred stutters.
"Not yet." Comes the muttered response from George.
"George!"
"Well what's her name, then?" I press Fred.
"Vanessa Redwood." Ron answers for Fred as he comes to a stop beside his older brother.
"Shove off, Ron!" Fred calls, pushing his younger brother away. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were in Flourish and Blott's with mum and dad?"
"I was, but we're supposed to leave soon and they sent me to tell you to get a move on." Ron replies, putting his hands up in defense.
"All right then, let's hurry up. We may as well just split the price of the ice cream." I shrug.
"That's what I was trying to say before you interrupted me!" Fred calls out indignantly.
"Sorry, mate, but you should have spoken up." I reply.
Fred groans and George chuckles behind him as we get to our feet and walk to Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor that's only a few steps away.

*

On the day of the Quiditch cup, I wake to Hermione hesitantly shaking me. I groan as I turn over to look at her, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"I need you to wake up Fred and George. I've tried everything I can think of but they just won't get up." She says timidly. I nod in understanding. Fred and George are by no means morning people. "Mrs. Weasley's made breakfast, so I'd hurry if I were you. We'll have to leave soon."
I roll to my feet and grip my wand as I walk downstairs and across the hall to the twin's room, away from Harry and Ron who are beginning to stir in their blankets.
"Aguamenti!" I call as I point my wand at first George's, then Fred's face.
"Oi!" George yells as he sits up spluttering and gasping for breath like a drama queen.
"Get up!" I yell before leaving the room.
I manage to eat a decent amount of breakfast before we have to leave, though I don't get seconds of Molly's delicious food because we head out the door the second that everyone has finished eating.
We walk for what seems like ages until we meet Amos and Cedric Diggory on the way. This doesn't lighten the mood that's been established after walking together for so long. It does anything but lighten our spirits, as Amos begins bragging about how Cedric beat Harry during a Quiditch game last year when a dementor had made Harry fall off of his broom. The twins and I grit our teeth and share murderous glances with each other.
"Why did Cedric cross the road?" Fred eventually asks in a whisper.
"Why?" George asks.
"Because it's the only thing he's good at." I mutter at the same time as Fred.
"Now we're talking at the same time?" Fred asks at the same time that I say "This is new".
"What are you three doing back there?" Mr. Weasley calls back to us, his eyes squinted suspiciously.
"Nothing!" We all shout back at the same time.
"This is extremely new." I chuckle quietly.

When we eventually reach the portkey, Amos is still bragging about his son beating the Harry Potter and how that'll be a story to tell his grandkids, and the twins and I have told everyone, except Mr. Weasley, Amos, and Cedric, our joke.
I sigh as I look around at all the Weasley's. I miss my family. They would be here but they're at the final Quadpot tournament in America. They aren't big Quiditch fans, even though it is played in some parts of the U.S. Personally, I'm more of a Quiditch person because it doesn't involve the ball exploding.
My thoughts are brought back to the current situation by Mr. Weasley as he calls out "Grab on, everyone!". Harry and I are a bit hesitant, but we grab onto a piece of the manky old boot in the last couple of seconds. I feel instantaneously sick. Once the jerking feeling behind my naval stops, Mr. Weasley yells for us all to let go. I struggle for a moment, but then I come crashing down through the sky, eventually landing on my butt while Mr. Weasley, Amos, and Cedric float gracefully to the ground. I groan at the sight of them as the rest of us get to our feet.
"Show-offs." I mutter irritably.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Mr. Weasley calls out as he lands before taking off marching into the distance while we all trudge behind.

AN: Woo! Sorry it's taken so long, but it's finally finished thanks to my sister's help super_awkward_girl . Thanks so much for reading, the next chapter should be out soon.