Author's Note: This is the story of Fred and George, told from several different perspectives (I promise to get Fleur's in somewhere!). It's a story of who they were and what they were like, but also what they aspired to be, their limitations and weaknesses, and how they developed as human beings. Please read and review!! This is a very rough first chapter -- it's not from any particular perspective -- so please keep reading as I update, if you're interested. And enjoy:)
From the moment of their birth, they were laughing. Both were scrawny, with slightly unkempt, wild red hair; both had wild freckles across their noses. Both were exuberant and obstreperous in nature from birth, but intelligent, their mother could tell. But both were laughing.
"That one's Fred," exclaimed a small, stout boy who appeared to be about six years old. "He's the one with the ear."
"What ear, silly?" giggled the woman. "Both have perfectly fine ears, Charlie."
Charlie chortled. "Yes, but he's got a special ear. Is that one Fred or George?"
An older boy, presumably Charlie's brother, sat in a flimsy metal chair in the side of the room, chuckling to himself. "Mum, could I have a look?"
The woman's head snapped to face her other son, who had apparently gone unnoticed. "Ah, dear, of course!"
A man hurried into the room, also with scraggly red hair and freckles. "Mollywobbles… which is which?"
The woman rested her forehead in her plump, calloused hands. "They're your children, Arthur, dear, honestly…" Still, she was stifling a smile.
"Well, they are certainly handsome, Molly… yes, indeed…" Bill caught a glimmer of a tear in his father's eye and leapt out of his seat to hug his dad.
Looking up into his father's eyes, he smiled. "Daddy, will I get to hold them?"
Charlie cheered, "Yes, yes, mum, yes, will we get to hold them? Please? I can hold the one with the ear, and Bill can hold the other one. Or maybe I can hold both at one time. Would that be alright, mum? If I held both at one time? Please?"
Mrs. Weasley let out a long sigh, exasperated but obviously still overjoyed at the birth, still smiling. "Yes, you will, but you'll need your father's help, both of you."
Though the elder grinned, apparently satisfied, the younger boy appeared disheartened at the instructions. "But mum, mum, I can do it myself, I promise I can. I mean, I'm almost ready to go to school in five years. Five years isn't long, right? Well, anyway, I can handle - "
"No, Charlie, dear, you can't, and neither can Bill. Fred and George are very young and they need special attention."
Just then, one of the infants broke in, howling at the top of his lungs, and the other giggled for a moment before beginning to wail, too. Molly, distressed, held both closer, rocking them to sleep but to no prevail. Only when the two locked eyes did they cease crying, and both suddenly burst into the most jovial laughter Mrs. Weasley had ever heard.
"They're laughing, Bill, they're laughing!" The young boy grinned at his older brother, jubilant. Bill beamed back at him. Both were delighted to have two new members of the family, and as they sat there watching the two newborns rolling in fits of laughter on their mother's laugh, familiarizing themselves with these two tiny voices, they couldn't be more content.
This is the story of Fred and George Weasley, two boys who could conjure up a world for themselves and launch a revolution.