After (A Fred, George, and Reader story)

The Tricky Trio

"Dear, are your parents alright with you staying with us for a while?" Mrs. Weasley asked me. "I'll call them right now." I reassured her. 

Hello, mum?

Y/n, where are you? How's your boyfriend? When can we meet him?

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice from breaking.

I'm at the Weasley's. I think I'll be home tomorrow.

Okay, love. See you tomorrow, bye...

And she ended the call. Mrs. Weasley held out her arms for you and you buried yourself in her motherly essence. You tried choking back the tears, which brought an ache to your throat. You pulled out of the tight wrap quicker than Mrs. Weasley would've thought you had. "No more." You said, shaking my head. Then you headed up to Fred and George's room to pack up your stuff. Ten minutes later soft footsteps broke the silence. George had come up. "You're leaving?" He asked. You knew you wouldn't be able to resist if you turned to him, so you kept your attention tied to the backpack on the floor. Enlarged with an undetectable extension charm. "Yes. My parents want to see me." You could almost feel George's unwavering stare on your back. But unexpectedly, he started across the room, not saying anything else. He opened a squeaky drawer beside Fred's bed and started going through the things in it. After about 5 minutes you took the bait and sat beside him. He shifted a little to let you see what it was. "Time capsule." George said, opening a small green box. The first picture on the inside was of you, him, and George. You were between them, having jumped on them from behind, swinging from their shoulders. Messing up Freddie's hair. Freddie was ducking a little, your hand ruffling his red mane. George was laughing and leaning back, your arm still flung around him. The picture was moving so you could see Freddie moving in the picture with his disheveled hair and surprised face. And George's hands flew up to his stomach as he let out a soundless laugh, the excitement evident in his eyes. and your eyes glued on Freddie as you jumped on them. The picture captured the three of you perfectly. If Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the golden trio, then you were the tricky trio. 

There was a stack of moving pictures like this one, clipped together with one of Percy's fancy gold paper clips from the ministry. After that was a blue link. It was one of the inseparable links that could only fit with it's twin. George pulled a yellow one from his pocket and it started blinking blue, as Fred's blinked yellow. George touched his to Fred's and they linked together immediately. "Mum gave 'em to us at our 2nd birthday." He told you. Beside that was a ton-tongue toffee. And a few other various WWW products. As you shuffled through the box, unknowing that Fred could be so touching, although he probably would've made the chest seem like a joke if he had been here. You gasped as you fingered a small gold trinket. It was a half a heart and it said 'Be'. You pulled out the locket from beneath your sweater. It was a half a heart that said 'Mine'. You'd gotten it as a secret admirer gift last year. You'd known it was from Fred, but he had never told you what the other half was. You matched the sides and the locket healed itself. It said 'Be Mine'. And when you open it a picture/video of Fred and your first meet revealed itself. The video popped out of the locket in a projection. 

It was your first year, you were on the train, sitting on your own, when you heard laughter from outside. Then a laughing boy came in and sat on your lap, not realizing you were there. "Hey!?" You shouted and hit the boys back. "Ouch!" He yelped standing up. "Oops, sorry, do you mind if we sit in here?" He asked, his orange-ish red hair glinting a little in the sun streaming from the window. You glared at him, but his dark brown eyes had a mysterious glow in them that you couldn't help but be intrigued by. You gave a little nod. You had been shy and timid when you met Fred Weasley, unknowing what big a part of your life he was going to be. He sat beside you and held out his hand. "Fred Weasley, at your service." His hand was warm and slender. "That's George, hope you can tell us apart. Our mum can't even sometimes." He said with an adorable smirk. George sat across from him and he gave a little nod at me, obviously stifling laughter. "And that's little Lee." He informed me of the boy across from me, whom had been rather short at the time, joke was on Fred and George though in our third year when Lee had a growth spurt and grew to be taller than both of them. You smiled a little, still flushed from the little run in with Fred. Lee held out his hand for you to shake, it was short, quick, and rough. He had shaken it in a huge wave. Glancing over at George before bursting into laughter. "Yeah, they're meant to be." Lee whispered to George. Sending fits of giggles into them. Me and Fred had never found out what they had been laughing about. Until just then, the sound had been recorded into the projection as words popping up in gold and turning white when they were said, like in musicals. It had been the perfect meet. Although, Lee had become rather good friends with Dean and Seamus when they had come to Hogwarts. The beginning of the tricky trio.