Mischievous Twins. [Fred Weasley FanFiction]

part one

"You'll do great my little fleur." My father pats my head lightly. We are currently outside the castle doors. Hogwarts looks huge from the outside, I can't possibly imagine what It looks like inside. Not to mention how eerie it is at night. Let me give you a little bit of background.

I attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for most of my school years. I heard about how huge Hogwarts is from Fleur Delacour. I'm half British and half French. My father fell in love with my mother who is a British witch. She attended Hogwarts back in her day. She would tell me countless stories as I fell asleep. My father on the other hand is a muggle. A muggle who worked at Beauxbatons Academy, So to my knowledge I'm sure I'll meet countless muggles here. I sure miss my mother though. She died when I was still at Beauxbatons. Death eaters, my father told me.

"I hope I get Gryffindor like ma mère." I say, walking up the large steps as my father walks behind me. My mouth drops open at the sight of the school. The walls are as high as they could ever get. The cold air from the outside is quickly shoved aside as the warmth flutters around my entire body making me shiver. Ahead of me is two large doors. They're as tall as the ceiling. "This way my dear." My father puts his hand on my lower back and guides me towards the two large doors. I hope this leads to the headmaster's office. I have a lot to ask of him.

My father pushes the doors open and my mouth couldn't drop open even more. Four long tables filled with children of all ages. Some with green ties, blue ties, yellow ties, and red. I look up and see countless candles lighting up the room with a beautiful view of the night sky. I've never heard of this castle not having a roof? Surely that's not possible. I follow my father down the rows of children whose eyes are gaped on us. As we get closer to the front I notice an old woman with a classic witches black hat. And in her hand a run-downed brown hat. She smiles at me and gestures for me to sit on the seat next to her. I look at my father confused. "Go dear, that's how you get sorted." He whispers before greeting a large man with a huge beard.

I sit nervously on the wooden stool. Looking at all the tables as their eyes are watching me. I see a shadow on top of my head as the lady beside me lowers the hat down. "Mm, yes." A strange man's voice comes from the hat which shocks me. That thing can talk? "I'm sensing loyalty... with a hint of bravery-" The hat pauses for a moment. "Very interesting." "You're courageous and have a thirst for adventure." My heartbeat slows at the silence. That hat doesn't speak. I play with my fingers as the nerves grow larger and larger. "Gryffindor!" It roars as the table with red ties all stand-up and cheer. I huge smile crosses my face as I see them all welcoming me to their house. I got Gryffindor! I got my mother's house!

I spring out of my chair and walk towards the table, looking for an opening, which I find in between two boys. "Hi, I'm Neville... Neville Longbottom." He reaches his hand out to mine with a shy smile on his face. He seems so sweet. I take his hand and shake lightly. "Nice to meet you, Neville, I'm Y/N L/N." I smile before letting go of his hand. "What's that accent then?" The boy from the other side of me chimes in. He leans closer eager to find out. "I'm half British, half French. I attended Beauxbatons before here." I feel a small pressure at this moment. They all know each other and are so lively. "Wicked!" He says looking flabbergasted. "I'm Seamus Finnigan! Welcome to the best house at Hogwarts." He winks before turning his attention away.

"Settle down Students!" The large man with the big beard shouts and the whole room goes quiet. He must be the Headmaster.

"As you noticed, we have a new student here today, I hope the Gryffindor house takes good care of her-" He pauses for a moment. "This also means that you have a new History Of Magic Professor. Please applaud for Professor L/N!" The students slowly clap before the Gryffindor's join. Banging the table and the boys roaring through the hands making the most noise possible. Neville on the other hand is just shyly clapping.