Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! J.K. Rowling does!
Fred and George Weasley were working in their room on a new line of Skiving Snackboxes. They had used some of the prize money Harry gave them last year from the Triwizard Tournament, to purchase some new potion ingredients. Just as Fred added another scoop of beetle eyes into the cauldron, the whole Burrow began to shake.
“FRED! GEORGE!” Mrs. Weasley yelled from downstairs, “ARE YOU DOING THIS!? WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME AND I TELL HIM THAT YOU TWO ALMOST TOOK THE HOUSE DOWN! AGAIN!” The twins just laughed, because this time they weren’t the faces behind the mayhem. The Burrow stopped shaking and the twins shrugged it off. They were getting ready to continue their potion.
“Can you grab me some pumpkin juice from the kitchen?” George asked his brother, “I think it will be easier to trick Ron into trying some of this if it smells like pumpkin juice.”
“Nice!” Fred grinned mischievously at his brother as he turned to leave the room. But between him and the door, lay a small raven haired boy.
“whatchya doin on the floor?” asked Fred, as he poked the unconscious boy on the nose.
“Oh, hey Uncle George.” Albus Potter sighed as he got to his feet. “I had the weirdest dream last night. It felt so real!”
Fred glared at Albus jokingly. “How many years have you known us Harry? And you still can’t tell us apart? FFFFRRREEEEEDDD! F-R-E-D!” Fred smiled at Albus as he spelled out his name, so he would know that he wasn’t actually mad.
“Exactly what was this dream about, Harry?” George piped in as he made his way over to stand next to his brother. With a sly wiggle of his eyebrows, George continued, “Cho Chang didn’t happen to be in this dream did she?”
“Don’t think we don’t remember you asking her to the Yule Ball Harry!” Fred added with a cheeky grin.
“Uncle George, I have no idea what you are talking about.” Replied a very confused Albus. “Who is Cho Chang? And why are there two of you?”
“What do you mean who is Cho Chang? She’s only the girl that you have had a crush on FOREVER!” Fred looked at Albus and sighed.
“Maybe it finally happened George,” Fred said as he looked at his brother who finished his sentence for him. “I think you’re right Fred, Ginny finally slipped Harry a love potion and made him forget all about little Cho.” The twins looked at each other and started laughing so hard that Fred fell on the floor.
“Uncle George, have you gone mental?” Albus looked at his uncle with wide eyes. “You still haven’t told me why there are two of you? Is it one of your new prank products for the joke shop?” Fred and George didn’t seem to hear Albus over their uncontrollable laughter.
“All jokes aside Fred,” George said as he helped his twin back to his feet. “Is it just me, or does Harry look more runtish than ever?”
“I know exactly what you mean George, he is looking a bit scrawnier than usual today.” Fred circled Albus as if to get a better look at him as he spoke. “Yeah, are you shrinking Harry? You usually come up to about my chin, and now your only up to my shoulder!” Fred grinned as he continued, “Maybe that love potion from Ginny made you shrink.”
“If you came in here looking for your glasses Harry, we didn’t take them this time.” said George, who had just realized that the younger boy wasn’t wearing his round spectacles.
“Umm....I don’t wear glasses Uncle George.” Albus stated as if it were obvious.
“Harry, I’ve always thought of myself as more of your older brother than your uncle...”
“Yeah,” Fred cut in, “What’s with calling George your uncle?”
“WHY ARE THEIR TWO OF YOU!?!?!?” Albus pulled at his hair and his eyes went wide in frustration. The twins were speechless at “Harry’s” sudden outburst. Albus calmed down and continued, “Uncle George, have you seen Teddy? I’m really confused, and he will probably know whats going on.”
“How exactly is a teddy going to help you Harry?” asked George as Fred made his way towards a dresser in a dusty corner of the room. He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out an old yellow teddy bear.
“Why do you keep calling me Harry?”
“Well...what would you like us to call you?” asked George, who exchanged an odd look with Fred.
“You usually call me Al-- What is that?” Albus cut himself off when he saw what was in Fred’s hands.
“This is Sir Teddy Fred-George Weasley, my stuffed animal from when I was four.” Fred replied proudly.
Albus rolled his eyes. “Never mind about Teddy, you know you could have simply said that he went back to his grandmother’s. Have you seen James or Lily? James and I were going to teach Lily how to fly sometime soon, and it looks like a great day for it,” he said as he glanced out the window at the bright morning.
Fred and George both looked at Harry with concern.
“James and Lily are dead Harry.” said Fred as he looked down at the teddy bear in his hands.
“What?” Albus whispered, barely audible.
Fred looked up cautiously. “Harry, do you want us to get someone for you? Like maybe our mum?”
Albus nodded. He was so confused! Where were his mum and dad? What happened to James and baby Lily? He began to quietly cry as he and the twins descended the stairs. As the three boys entered the kitchen, they didn’t find what they had expected.
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