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The Lost Adventures of the Weasley Twins
Part 1: King's Cross

"Come on, Weasleys! Keep up!" Mrs. Weasley called behind her. She was walking hand-in-hand with her eight-year-old daughter and leading her large, red-headed family through King's Cross Station.

Behind her walked her two oldest sons, Bill and Charlie, both of whom were pushing trollies laden with all sorts of things. On Charlie's trolley there was even a cage, within which dozed the family owl, Errol.

Behind these two walked a pompous-looking thirteen-year-old; Percy. He, too, pushed a trolley laden with his trunk, schoolbooks, and a rat snoring in a cage.

After Percy came Mr. Weasley with his youngest son, Ron. Ron had no trolley to push, and he looked none too pleased about it.

"Wish I were going to Hogwarts," the small red-headed boy mumbled. His father patted him reassuringly on the back.

"Only two more years, son. You'll be on that train before you know it."

Bringing up the rear of this long caravan of red-heads were a pair of identical twins with identically mischievious grins plastered on their identical faces.

"Ready, Fred?" asked one.

"Ready, George," replied the other.

George moved casually in front of Mr. Weasley and Ron, putting on his best innocent-as-the-day-I-was-born face. Nobody saw the large jar he had hidden beneath his jacket.

Fred waited for the signal. Soon George made a movement like he was brushing a bug off his shoulder, and Fred knew it was time to move.

Fred ran so he was side-by-side with Ron, then stuck out his foot so that Ron tripped over it and fell to the ground.

"Whoops! Sorry, Ron! Here, let me - " But Ron wasn't listening. He was staring fixedly at something on the ground in front of his face. Fred looked, but he already knew what it was: a huge, hairy spider.

Ron screamed at the top of his voice, causing all the Weasleys (and many other people in the vicinity) to turn and wonder what had caused the commotion.

Mr. Weasley quickly helped his son to his feet and brushed him off, telling him in soothing tones that it was all right and that nothing was going to hurt him, while Ron sputtered incoherently about tarantulas tearing him limb-from-limb.

The twins, meanwhile, were doubled over with laughter. Not one of their most clever feats, true, but a good laugh, nonetheless.

"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. The grins left the twins' faces at once as they trudged slowly toward their furious mother to face their imminent doom.

Mrs. Weasley was positively fuming by the time the twins slowly rolled their trollies up to the front of the caravan. "Do you two want to go to Hogwarts this year?" The twins nodded, keeping their eyes on their feet but fighting not to smile. "Then you'd best clean up your act, or I'll write Dumbledore and tell him you're not coming due to your childish behavior. You're big kids now; practically teenagers! I suggest you both start acting accordingly!" Her gaze was piercing. "Do I make myself quite clear?"

"Yes, Mum," chorused the twins. Of course, neither of them was thinking of changing their behavior one bit. But it was best to humor Mrs. Weasley so she'd let them attend their first year at Hogwarts, about which they'd only heard good things. Surely, there would be loads of pranks to pull there, and a whole new host of people to pull them on.

"Good. Now come on, we're going to be late," Mrs. Weasley said, resuming the bustling pace she had been walking in. Finally they reached the post between platforms 9 and 10. The family charged through the barrier in twos, and soon were all standing on Platform 9 3/4, where a large, scarlet steam-engine stood waiting for them on the tracks.

It was here that the Weasleys staying said their goodbyes to the Weasleys who would be leaving on the train.

"Sorry about the spider," said Fred, giving Ron an awkward side-hug.

"You know we couldn't resist," said George, doing the same. Ron gave a half-grin.

"Yeah, I know. See you at Christmas, then?" said Ron.

"Yeah, see you," the twins said together.

"Oh, do keep the twins out of trouble," Mrs. Weasley pleaded Percy as she hugged him with backbreaking force.

"I will, Mum," said Percy stiffly, patting her on the back to let her know that she could let go now.

Finally all the goodbyes were said, Bill and Charlie had helped Fred and George get their trunks into the luggage compartment, and Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George were waving goodbye to the rest of their family out the windows of the train.


When the platform faded from sight, Percy immediately left the compartment to go sit with his friends. Bill and Charlie were more polite about it.

"Will you two be all right in here on your own?" Bill asked. "Charlie and I are going to go sit with our friends, if that's all right?" The twins nodded vigorously.

"Yeah," said George.

"Go ahead," said Fred. The two older boys smiled at the twins and exited the compartment, leaving Fred and George, for the first time in a long time, completely unsupervised.

The twins surprised Percy by staying out of trouble for nearly an entire hour. Then, however, the inevitable occurred.

Percy was in the middle of telling his friend Penelope the joke about the Irish Muggles when an explosion that rattled his brains and shoved his eardrums inward was heard somewhere in the back of the train. He groaned. It could only be his brothers.

"Will you excuse me for just a moment?"

Percy sprinted furiously to the compartment where he'd left the twins and flung open the door.

"What on...?" Percy had meant to yell at them, but the scene in the compartment made his voice vanish in his throat.

The entire compartment was covered in soot, chocolate, multi-colored goo, chocolate, shredded parchment, and more chocolate.

A chocolate-covered George was in a chocolate-covered seat, scribbling notes on a single piece of miraculously unscathed parchment while a soot-covered Fred paced back and forth in the middle of the compartment, talking excitedly.

"Brilliant!" he was saying. "An explosion of flavor! We could use that, George, we really could - "

Percy seemed to have lost the ability to speak, but his face was flushed with fury. A few moments later Bill and Charlie appeared in the doorway, as well. They tried their best to look appalled, but they just couldn't seem to keep smiles from their faces.

"What did you do?" Charlie finally asked.

The twins looked up at their brothers, noticing for the first time that they were there.

"It was brilliant!" Fred gushed. "We fed two Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans to a Chocolate Frog - "

"The beans turned out to be peanut butter and whipped cream," added George, looking up from the statistics.

" - and then we gave it a Filibuster Wet Start Firework, and it EXPLODED!!" Fred continued gleefully as though George had never spoken.

"The results were excellent," George said. "The reaction caused the firework to change color five times, even though Wet Starts usually only get up to three. And it tasted quite sensational, I will say."

Bill and Charlie still fought a losing battle with their smiles.

"As fascinating as all that sounds, you two really ought to start calming down. You don't want to spend the entirety of your Hogwarts years with Filch, do you?" asked Bill. The twins appeared not to have heard him. Bill took no notice. "Well, I'm headed back. Try to stay out of trouble, you two," said Bill, and with a wave of his wand he righted the compartment, cleaning the sooty, chocolatey goo, and then he left, with Charlie following close behind.

Fred and George exchanged glances. Try to what?

Percy had finally calmed down enough to release a furious whisper: "I'm. Writing. Mum."

"No, Perce, please!" cried George.

"She'll make us come home!" Fred shouted.

"We promise we'll only blow things up outdoors!" George pleaded. Percy got a piece of parchment out of the pocket of his cloak.

"All right! All right! We'll seriously stop blowing things up!" Fred said.

"In your presence," George added so only he and his twin could hear.

"Promise?" asked Percy.

"Promise," the twins said innocently, crossing their fingers behind their backs. Percy sighed.

"We'll be arriving soon. Get into your robes." And with a sulky expression on his face, he left.

No sooner had the compartment door slammed behind Percy than the twins were roaring with laughter.

"How long do you think our youthful innocence will keep him from ratting us out?" asked Fred.

"Dunno," said George, "but I mean to use it as long as I can."

i have noticed that you keep posting one chapter at a time but they are posted in new threads each time. please keep your stories if they are the same story to one thread. i will be locking your other chapters but leaving them long enough for you to copy them into this thread.

great story
i love the twins
i especially love the fireworks thing it was very creative