FANFIC: "Twin's Promise (Flashfic)" (PYPRemix- FredxGeorge Weasley)
Title: "Twin's Promise (PYP Remix)"
Pairing: Fred x George Weasley (Harry Potter)
Writer: black_prophet
Genre: PYP: Remix, FlashFic
Word Count: 996
Rating: PG
Warning: Harry Potter Universe, Suggested/Beginning of Twincest Relationship, 11 Year Old Fred & George, Lee Jordan.
A/N: This is for wp_wolfpaws as she mentioned on the PYP "Promise" the Weasley Twins! Here you are Wolfy! Dedicaaaaaation! I hope you enjoy!
A/N2: This is not a "slash" fic in the strictest of terms, so if you're a little squirrely about twincest you don't need to be afraid to read. There's really only hints about the fact that George is very dependent on Fred, the braver and more forward of the two of them.
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION. It is a work of Fiction based on the characters of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, but is set in a timeframe that pre-dates the series itself. This is at the very start of Fred & George's First Year of Hogwarts, before the real mischief started. The idea and writing is mine, but if I owned the twins, you guys would never see me.
***
Fresh off the boats and quickly shepherded into the school, the new first years peered around their surroundings with wide eyes. They were ushered into a medium-size hallway and greeted by a severe looking woman, her hair pulled into a harsh bun and gaze appraising.
“Silence, silence now.” She murmured, her strict tone cutting through the whispering. “I am Professor McGonagall and I am here to welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In a few moments you will be ushered into the Great Hall and Sorted. The Sorting Ceremony serves to assign you into one of the four Houses, which are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.”
There was a general shifting in the sea of First Year students, a wave of whispers sweeping through them. Those who came from magical families whispered excitedly, mentioning the houses their relatives had been sorted into and their own hopes for the Sorting. Those with Muggle parents shifted nervously, eyes wide and more than a little confused.
“Si-lence.” She drew the word out this time, her tone firm as she quieted the sea of whispers. “While you are at School your House is your home, your triumphs earning your House points while rule breaking will cost you points.”
Again a wave of whispers.
Not bothering to silence them, she turned with a final remark and closed the door behind her. “I will return in a few moments to collect you for the Sorting.”
The room erupted into talk, the need to whisper gone with the click of the door. Now people were returning to the small groups they’d formed while on the train, fledging friendships strengthened by new conversation. Tucked along one wall of the room, a pair of red headed boys stepped closer together. The younger -by mere moments- shifted nervously. Slightly quieter and of a gentler nature than his brother, he tended to retreat behind his bold twin. Being ushered into this room was no different, though he had momentarily forgotten his apprehension on the train.
“What’s the matter, Georgie?” Fred asked, his bright red hair spiked in all directions and brown eyes lit by the flames of the torches overhead.
“I-I’m afraid.” George admitted without reserve, his voice a whisper.
He hated how cowardly it sounded and nearly choked on the words, but he would never lie to his twin. It had never occurred to him to do so, but even if it did it wouldn’t matter, Fred would know anyway. Glancing up from the floor, he couldn’t help the immediate half-smile that pulled at his lips when eyes of an identical hue caught his own gaze. Seeing honest worry flash through the shades of coffee and tea that swirled in his twin’s eyes, he gave a nervous shrug.
Their parents and three older brothers had been Sorted into Gryffindor house. The chance that they might fail to do the same had preyed on George’s mind since they’d gotten on the train. What if something goes wrong? What if I don’t end up in Gryffindor?
And the most terrifying possibility of all. What if it splits us up?
“I know you’re scared Georgie.” Fred replied, the tone low with affection. “But it’s alright, I promise it’s alright.”
“You won’t leave me, right?” The question sounded so terribly weak as it burst from his lips, his greatest fear given the freedom of flight from his lips. “Just… Just promise me you won’t leave.”
“I promise, alright?” Mindful of the hysteria lurking in the other’s tone, Fred’s tone became even more soothing, one of his hands moving to catch George’s. Lacing their fingers, he smiled. “I won’t ever leave you Georgie, I promise.”
“Hey, what house do you want to be in?” Lee Jordan -a boy they had spent some time talking to on the train- asked. He flashed a wide white grin as he slid over to them. “I’m running from a bunch of Slytherin-hopefuls, so if you guys wanna be friends, you’ll say anything but that.”
Fred smirked, instantly confident as he released George’s hand and leaned against him instead, one arm propped on his twin’s shoulder nonchalantly. “Us?”
“Yeah.” Lee insisted, glancing between the two. “Which one is Fred, and which one is George, again?”
“I’m Fred.” He asserted, used to others not being able to tell them apart. “And my brother and I are going to be in Gryffindor.”
“Gryffindor, eh?” Lee echoed, beaming as he offered a hand. “Put it there then, Fred. That’s where I’m headed as well, if things go as planned.”
“They will.” Fred insisted, shaking the offered hand and then hooking his thumb through one of his belt-loops. His posture and tone exuded a mischievous confidence, the emotions transferring to George who smirked as well.
“First Years, this way please.” McGonagall returned, organizing them into two lines and sweeping into the Great Hall ahead of them.
At the back of the lines, Fred and George paced side by side. Both of them smirked as they passed their brothers. Percy, in his Third Year, nodded at them in what he felt was a dignified greeting. Charlie, a fifth year and Prefect, grinned without reserve. Bill, their oldest sibling and Head Boy, flashed a thumbs up and whispered as they passed.
“Good luck!”
“Isn’t it always?” Fred retorted with a wicked smirk.
George shook his head, smiling softly. “It must be, we’re not dead yet.”
“Great luck then.” Fred joked. “At least for us… But we make our own luck.”
Watching the others in front of them be sorted, George shifted nervously. Fred tapped his wrist in mute reassurance, and then shifted slightly forward as the last person in front of him was called forward. “Just a minute or two, and then I’ll be waiting for you at the Gryffindor table, ok Georgie?”
George glanced at him, unease flashing in his eyes for a moment. “Fred-”
McGonagall spoke. “Fred Weasley.”
Fred smiled. “I promised, Georgie. See you soon.”
“Soon…”
***
Another Weasley fic! I finished this late last night/ early this morning but didn't want to post it just yet.. So here it is for your enjoyment! (Those of you that enjoy this, at least.) Comments are my happy thoughts! Expecto Patronum!
Pairing: Fred x George Weasley (Harry Potter)
Writer: black_prophet
Genre: PYP: Remix, FlashFic
Word Count: 996
Rating: PG
Warning: Harry Potter Universe, Suggested/Beginning of Twincest Relationship, 11 Year Old Fred & George, Lee Jordan.
A/N: This is for wp_wolfpaws as she mentioned on the PYP "Promise" the Weasley Twins! Here you are Wolfy! Dedicaaaaaation! I hope you enjoy!
A/N2: This is not a "slash" fic in the strictest of terms, so if you're a little squirrely about twincest you don't need to be afraid to read. There's really only hints about the fact that George is very dependent on Fred, the braver and more forward of the two of them.
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION. It is a work of Fiction based on the characters of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, but is set in a timeframe that pre-dates the series itself. This is at the very start of Fred & George's First Year of Hogwarts, before the real mischief started. The idea and writing is mine, but if I owned the twins, you guys would never see me.
***
Fresh off the boats and quickly shepherded into the school, the new first years peered around their surroundings with wide eyes. They were ushered into a medium-size hallway and greeted by a severe looking woman, her hair pulled into a harsh bun and gaze appraising.
“Silence, silence now.” She murmured, her strict tone cutting through the whispering. “I am Professor McGonagall and I am here to welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In a few moments you will be ushered into the Great Hall and Sorted. The Sorting Ceremony serves to assign you into one of the four Houses, which are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.”
There was a general shifting in the sea of First Year students, a wave of whispers sweeping through them. Those who came from magical families whispered excitedly, mentioning the houses their relatives had been sorted into and their own hopes for the Sorting. Those with Muggle parents shifted nervously, eyes wide and more than a little confused.
“Si-lence.” She drew the word out this time, her tone firm as she quieted the sea of whispers. “While you are at School your House is your home, your triumphs earning your House points while rule breaking will cost you points.”
Again a wave of whispers.
Not bothering to silence them, she turned with a final remark and closed the door behind her. “I will return in a few moments to collect you for the Sorting.”
The room erupted into talk, the need to whisper gone with the click of the door. Now people were returning to the small groups they’d formed while on the train, fledging friendships strengthened by new conversation. Tucked along one wall of the room, a pair of red headed boys stepped closer together. The younger -by mere moments- shifted nervously. Slightly quieter and of a gentler nature than his brother, he tended to retreat behind his bold twin. Being ushered into this room was no different, though he had momentarily forgotten his apprehension on the train.
“What’s the matter, Georgie?” Fred asked, his bright red hair spiked in all directions and brown eyes lit by the flames of the torches overhead.
“I-I’m afraid.” George admitted without reserve, his voice a whisper.
He hated how cowardly it sounded and nearly choked on the words, but he would never lie to his twin. It had never occurred to him to do so, but even if it did it wouldn’t matter, Fred would know anyway. Glancing up from the floor, he couldn’t help the immediate half-smile that pulled at his lips when eyes of an identical hue caught his own gaze. Seeing honest worry flash through the shades of coffee and tea that swirled in his twin’s eyes, he gave a nervous shrug.
Their parents and three older brothers had been Sorted into Gryffindor house. The chance that they might fail to do the same had preyed on George’s mind since they’d gotten on the train. What if something goes wrong? What if I don’t end up in Gryffindor?
And the most terrifying possibility of all. What if it splits us up?
“I know you’re scared Georgie.” Fred replied, the tone low with affection. “But it’s alright, I promise it’s alright.”
“You won’t leave me, right?” The question sounded so terribly weak as it burst from his lips, his greatest fear given the freedom of flight from his lips. “Just… Just promise me you won’t leave.”
“I promise, alright?” Mindful of the hysteria lurking in the other’s tone, Fred’s tone became even more soothing, one of his hands moving to catch George’s. Lacing their fingers, he smiled. “I won’t ever leave you Georgie, I promise.”
“Hey, what house do you want to be in?” Lee Jordan -a boy they had spent some time talking to on the train- asked. He flashed a wide white grin as he slid over to them. “I’m running from a bunch of Slytherin-hopefuls, so if you guys wanna be friends, you’ll say anything but that.”
Fred smirked, instantly confident as he released George’s hand and leaned against him instead, one arm propped on his twin’s shoulder nonchalantly. “Us?”
“Yeah.” Lee insisted, glancing between the two. “Which one is Fred, and which one is George, again?”
“I’m Fred.” He asserted, used to others not being able to tell them apart. “And my brother and I are going to be in Gryffindor.”
“Gryffindor, eh?” Lee echoed, beaming as he offered a hand. “Put it there then, Fred. That’s where I’m headed as well, if things go as planned.”
“They will.” Fred insisted, shaking the offered hand and then hooking his thumb through one of his belt-loops. His posture and tone exuded a mischievous confidence, the emotions transferring to George who smirked as well.
“First Years, this way please.” McGonagall returned, organizing them into two lines and sweeping into the Great Hall ahead of them.
At the back of the lines, Fred and George paced side by side. Both of them smirked as they passed their brothers. Percy, in his Third Year, nodded at them in what he felt was a dignified greeting. Charlie, a fifth year and Prefect, grinned without reserve. Bill, their oldest sibling and Head Boy, flashed a thumbs up and whispered as they passed.
“Good luck!”
“Isn’t it always?” Fred retorted with a wicked smirk.
George shook his head, smiling softly. “It must be, we’re not dead yet.”
“Great luck then.” Fred joked. “At least for us… But we make our own luck.”
Watching the others in front of them be sorted, George shifted nervously. Fred tapped his wrist in mute reassurance, and then shifted slightly forward as the last person in front of him was called forward. “Just a minute or two, and then I’ll be waiting for you at the Gryffindor table, ok Georgie?”
George glanced at him, unease flashing in his eyes for a moment. “Fred-”
McGonagall spoke. “Fred Weasley.”
Fred smiled. “I promised, Georgie. See you soon.”
“Soon…”
***
Another Weasley fic! I finished this late last night/ early this morning but didn't want to post it just yet.. So here it is for your enjoyment! (Those of you that enjoy this, at least.) Comments are my happy thoughts! Expecto Patronum!