The Daily Prophet

In Loving Memory Of: Fred Weasley

Officially arriving at platform 9' Fred and George were fidgeting and chattering all the way.
"Fred, you first." His mother spoke, "He's not Fred, I am!" George said, imitating his twin. "Honestly woman, you call yourself  our mother." Fred added, mock disappointment.

"Oh, sorry Fred." She Gestured to the wall. "I'm only joking, I am George!" A laughing George ran through the wall, making Molly wave it-off...

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Beep, Beep! The familiar sound of a car rung out through the cold night's air. Harry, hearing this stood at his window bewildered as two lights drew nearer.

"Ron? Fred? George? What are you all doing here?" The raved haired boy asked. "We're here to rescue you, grab your things." Ron replied.  Fred and George watching the exchange.

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"George, if you will." Fred continued, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." George finished, his wand lightly tapping the blank parchment.