Twice Over

Description: Prequel to Between Us. Fred and George's first year, filled with tricks, trouble, Mrs Norris, lime-green hair, friendship, loss, mirror images- Stop me there. A totally different view, PG for now. (Don't have to read Between Us to understand)

Rated: PG for now…

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I couldn't help liking writing Between Us so much, and I began thinking, what happened before that? Well here is your mini series by me: the twins through the ages. I'm beginning my research from when the Harry Potter books started, but right now I'm on year one. The cute trouble-making monsters of children-… I mean, the twins, are eleven and excited to find out what happens when they mix Hogwarts with trouble!

Disclaimer- me no own, you no sue. Yeah, I don't own Harry Potter. Sucks, don't it?

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Chapter 1- A train ride and a strange kid

"I am telling you Fred, I don't think I've ever been this nervous…" George said as he lowered his shaking hands and struggling to do up the old suitcase, passed down to him by his brothers.

Fred couldn't think of anything to say to his brother. "Stupid Percy will be ruling us around without Charlie or Bill to stop him…" He said quietly.

George looked up and saw his little brother, standing in the doorway. "You take care of Ginny, ickle Ronniekins." George said. "Make sure the Burrow doesn't rest prank-less."

Ron nodded and strung a couple words together that the twins couldn't make out.

"Okay, you set?" Fred asked his brother.

"I think so…" George said, scanning the room.

"You'll be joining us in about two years, Ron." Fred said.

"Ginny in three." George piped in.

Ron nodded. "I- wants to go to- Hoggywart."

"Hogwarts, ickle Ronniekins." George corrected, messing up his younger brothers hair.

"I don't like the name I-Icky Ronny-…." Ron said.

Fred laughed and then grabbed George, dragging him down the stairs along with him, suitcases in hand. They reached the kitchen and looked around, seeing their mother working over the counter.

"I'm making you two sandwiches…" Molly Weasley said, not even having to look up to see that they were there.

Fred and George made a disgusted face behind their mothers back.

"Stop complaining, they're good for you." Molly said, turning to face them and placing her hands on her hips, looking down at them and frowning.

"We weren't making no complaints, mum!" George said defensively.

Molly shoved the sandwiches wrapped in their foil, into her son's hands. She turned and began stirring the soup on the stove. She stopped and turned to them again.

"Here it comes…" Fred whispered.

"No tricks, no hurting people, no beating people up- and yes George, it is the same thing so don't try that, 'you never said no beating them up' –no punching, kicking, back-talking, don't be curious, don't make kids cry, and- yes, making kids cry does include teasing. Get good grades, be proper, make your father and I proud." Mrs. Weasley said, ticking them off with her fingers.

Fred leaned over, "She never said no-…"

"AND DEFINATLEY NO PRANKS!" Molly snapped.

Fred's shoulders fell.

"Your taking a boy's dreams away mother, your cutting me deep just now. Cutting me deep." George repeated, putting a hand dramatically over his heart, and Fred began sniffling and pretending to cry on George's shoulder.

"BOYS!" Molly hollered.

They straightened up and identical grins spread across their face.

"Sorry mum." They said together.

"Good." She said, turning around again.

"Boys," Arthur Weasley, their redheaded father called. "Get your bags in the car."

Molly put one of her hands on each of their shoulders and spun them around. "No making mischief or I WILL hear about it. I really don't want to send you both a howler." She said.

They both nodded and left. As soon as they tugged their suitcases into the back of their old car, they clapped hands together.

"She never said if we understood," George said happily.

"No, she didn't!" Fred replied with an equally large grin.

George nodded. "So she meant all that for in the car?" George asked.

"It's how I understood it." Fred smiled.

George laughed. "All right, we wont do any pranks while dad's driving us."

The two got in the car and sat with their hands on their laps, silently, acting like perfect children. Percy slid into the front seat and then Arthur got into the drivers seat.

"Why aren't we using magic?" George asked.

"We're going into a muggle area to get onto our train… we need to look and act like muggles." Arthur answered.

"So… wont people think we're weird if we bring in this owl, dad?" Fred asked, pointing to Errol their dumb old owl.

Arthur shook his head. "They might glance, but a lot of Wizards and Witches will be bringing their owls, toads and cats, so it wont matter."

The twins exchanged a nervous glance and Percy sniffed. "That owl's a nuisance. So is Scabbers." He said, glancing at his rat in its small box, squeaking and scurrying about wildly.

Fred and George both coughed over a laugh, and Arthur brought the car to a halt in a parking spot outside the station. The four made their way to platform nine, and Fred and George were about to load on train number nine. Arthur shot out a hand to stop them.

"Whatsit, dad?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, what is it?" George echoed.

Arthur gave his boys a smile. "You wont be going on that train."

"Yeah, we will, dad! It's platform nine and three quarters!" Fred said loudly.

A couple of people glanced over.

Arthur grinned and put a finger to his lips.

George nodded. "We load on train nine, in a three-quarter turn." He told his father, trying to find out which way he turned his body was a three-quarter turn.

Percy sighed with frustration. "No, we go on the actual platform, 9 ¾."

Arthur nodded. "Your brother is right."

"Are you sure they're smart enough for Hogwarts?" Percy voiced, sounding proper and technical.

Arthur put a hand on each of the boy's shoulders. "I'm sure you will do fine, boys. Follow Percy when you get in there." He said.

"In where?" Asked George.

"Across the platform?" Fred asked.

"Yes." Arthur said. "You run right at the wall in between platform nine and ten."

"Oh, so it opens like Diagon Alley?" Asked George, who had been there millions of times before.

"Nope, you just go straight through." Arthur said.

Fred shook his head sadly and looked to George. "Our old man has finally lost his mind."

George looked shocked at his father and placed a chubby hand on his shoulder. "It's all right dad, we were expecting this and we've planned how to handle it-…"

"Fred, George, we're going to miss the train. Tell them to stop goofing off, dad." Percy complained as he fixed his horn-rimmed glasses.

Arthur gave Fred and George each a kiss on the forehead, which they both tried to rub off with their palm at the same time. He then messed the twin's hair and patted Percy on the shoulder.

"Go through to show them how." Arthur said to Percy.

Percy then pushed his cart ahead of him, going at a light jog, straight through the passageway.

"You're turns boys. One after the other." Arthur said.

George felt Fred's hand push him forward.

"Go on George!" Fred urged.

George licked his lips and then moved his small legs into a run, trying to keep his cart steady, and closing his eyes. He felt a cold whooshing sensation, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar face of Percy, frowning down at him and rolling his eyes.

George shot his brother a grin and heard Fred come up behind him. George finally realized where he was, and looked to the large black and old-fashioned train, gasping.

"Look at this!" Fred said, staring at the train.

"Amazing…" George whispered.

Percy huffed. "Yeah, yeah, we get it. Sight seeing is over you two, I'm watching you two so you don't sabotage the Hogwarts Express." He scolded.

"Why would we?" Fred snapped.

George pushed out his bottom lip into a frown and blew his red hair out of his eyes. "Yeah! Why would we do that to a train that would take us to an awesome school full of-…"

"Learning," Fred helped out.

"Learning, possibilities. And it will get us away from you." George said, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, crab apple." Fred answered back.

"How childish can you get?" Percy said more to himself.

Fred and George exchanged glances and then followed Percy onto the train, struggling with their bags.

"Find a compartment." Percy ordered, leaving down the hall.

"What's gotten into him?" George asked, watching his brother leave out of sight.

"He wants to get away as fast as he can." Fred answered.

George nodded to show he understood, and the two set down the corridor. They opened a compartment and older boys that looked to be about year six, were sitting there in green robes. They all looked over at the twins and smiled menacingly at the two redheads.

"Weasley's." Said one of them.

"Know what this means." Another said.

They all raised their wands and shot green flashes of light at the twins, and the two ran out of the compartment with their arms over their heads.

"Looks like that one isn't going to be ours." Fred said.

George scrunched up his face in concentration and closed his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Fred asked, noticing his brother.

George opened his eyes. "Making a mental note to prank them when I get the chance."

"Good idea." Fred said.

The two walked further down the hall and George looked into a compartment window. "Doesn't look like anyone's in here." George said, opening the door of the compartment.

The two walked in and saw a small boy with brown skin and stringy dread-lock hair, looking at them with dark black-brown eyes. They walked towards the exit of the compartment, afraid the boy would start yelling spells at them like the others did, but instead, this boy just stared.

"Um… Hello…" Said George.

The boy still stared.

"Can we sit down in here?" Fred asked.

The boy nodded.

The twins brought their luggage in and lifted it into the compartments, sitting together on the seat across from the boy. The boy's mouth dropped slowly open as he started at the two, and you could hear the wheels rolling across the track.

George coughed nervously. "Um-… We are Fred and George Weasley… well, I'm George," He said, pointing to himself, "And this is Fred." He motioned to his brother.

The boy still only stared.

Fred leaned over to look in the window at his reflection. He saw nothing out-of-the-ordinary on his face, so he leaned back and stared straight back at the boy. "Who're you?" He asked.

The boy still stared.

Fred shrugged at George and said, "I wonder if he understands us…"

"Don't say that out loud." George whispered back.

The two took out some idea's for made-up candies and pointed at different idea's nodding and conversing only a bit, feeling a bit uneasy as the boy stared at them. George shifted his weight and looked up at the boy who was still intently staring at them, his mouth gaping open.

A woman opened the compartment door pushing a trolley of candies. "Anything from the trolley, dears?" She asked.

The boy jumped up and bought an armful of bertie-botts every-flavour-beans, putting them beside him.

"Any for you two?" The woman asked.

Fred and George shook their heads. They had no money for that sort of thing.

"No thank you." George said.

"Yeah, no thanks." Fred answered.

The lady nodded and closed the door, and they could hear the trolley's wheels squeaking down the hallway. Now it was Fred and George's turns to stare at the boy, who was now happily chomping into a handful of beans, swinging his legs and looking at the box.

"These are my favourite." The boy said.

Fred and George felt their jaws drop. The boy had talked.

The boy looked up and began laughing, falling onto the ground and clutching his sides, laughing hysterically.

"Are you um-… mad?" Fred asked.

George shot his brother a glance.

"Sorry, I mean, are you uh…? Crazy?" Fred asked.

"Fred…" George said quietly.

The boy looked up from his spot on the ground and then climbed back onto the seat. "Sorry," He said, "Lee Jordan's the name. I was just playing a tiny prank on you… it's hard to keep a straight face that long, you know. Sorry if you're not the joking sort." He said, grabbing another box of every-flavour beans.

Fred and George both stood up extremely quickly and chorused, "Not the joking sort? You've got to be kidding us!"

The boy, Lee, didn't look like he was expecting such an outburst and he jumped, scattering beans everywhere.

George picked one out of his hair. "You are looking at the two biggest pranksters who will ever be known to Hogwarts, Lee, is it?"

"Yes." Lee answered.

Fred smiled. "Well, Lee, we will be the biggest trouble-makers, our name shall be known!"

Lee smiled. "Not if I can get my name known first."

George and Fred both looked at each other.

"Know what I was thinking Fred?" George asked.

Fred nodded. "Yes, but enlighten me anyways."

George smiled. "Three heads are better than one."

"Six eyes, better than four." Fred implied.

George and Fred both stuck out a hand. "Lee, we would be happy doing business with you."

Lee raised an eyebrow and stared up at the two boys. He smiled, and took each of their hands, shaking them firmly. The twins sat down and smiled.

"So um…" Lee said after a bit of silence, "Does this mean that we're friends?" He asked shyly.

The twins burst out in laughter and Lee jumped back slightly.

"Of course it does!" George said.

"Unless," Fred said as he and his brother stopped laugh abruptly, "You don't want to be…"

Lee shook his head and his eyes went wide. "No, no I do!" Lee said quickly and defensively. "It's just… I've never really had friends before."

Fred and George looked at each other. "Why not?"

"Well," Lee said a bit more quietly, "No one really liked how I was loud and liked jokes and um-… well…" He trailed off a bit.

"What?" The twins asked.

"I sort of lived around a lot of light-skinned people, and well, they didn't really like how different I was… and now you're not going to, are you?" Lee asked, looking near to tears.

The twins shook their heads.

"No, we don't care about that sort of thing!" Said George.

Fred nodded. "And we like being loud, funny and obnoxious, so there are no worries there!"

George nodded and smiled at Lee's face as his eyes filled with hope once again.

"Really?" Lee asked.

"Yeah!" The twins said together.

Lee grabbed another box of every-flavour beans. "Want some? I can't eat all of them on my own." He said.

The twins shrugged and each took a box, and they all popped one into their mouth.

"Blech! Dirt!" Fred said.

Lee laughed. "I got lemon… it isn't bad."

George smiled. "Strawberry, for me!" He said.

All three of them laughed and popped another bean into their mouths, shouting out the different flavours and laughing.

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Okay, so it was rocky at the very starting, but I think I did really good near the end for a first chapter. I'm never good at first chapters, it's my ultra-weakness, so if you liked this, then you know it can only get better. I really liked the way they met Lee, I can imagine that Lee was adorable when he was little! AWW! Anyways, please review and tell me if you like it so far.

-Kit