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"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."

Fred and George found an empty boat and clambered into it. They were joined shortly by a black boy with dreadlocks and a nervous-looking girl with thick hair that was so dark brown it was almost black. The twins smiled warmly at the newcomers, and they smiled back. The black boy's smile was huge and friendly, showing every one of his glistening white teeth. The girl's smile was a fleeting, tentative thing, and she averted her gaze quickly afterward, color flooding into her pale face.

"Hi, I'm Fred," said Fred, offering a hand to the boy with the dreadlocks. "And this is my brother, George."

The boy shook each twin's hand in turn. "It's nice to meet you both. My name's Lee."

"Nice to meet you, too," the twins said together. They then turned to the shy girl.

"Hi. What's your name?" George asked in a kind voice.

"Belle," the girl said in a soft voice.

"Pleasure to meet you, Belle!" the twins said. Belle blushed and smiled again, but this time the smile was more genuine, and she seemed a bit more comfortable with her companions.

"Blimey! What's up with your nails?" Lee asked. Belle looked shocked at first, but then she looked at her fingers and laughed. She had painted her nails a glossy white before coming to Hogwarts, thinking it'd be nice to have pretty nail polish before school. Clearly this wasn't done in the wizarding world.

"Oh, it's nail polish. I suppose it's a Muggle thing..." she said, shifting uncomfortably. "See, my Mum and Dad are what you call Muggles. I'm really quite new to all this." She smiled apologetically. "I could take it off if you want..."

"No!" the twins shouted, making Belle jump.

"It's brilliant!" Fred assured her.

"Could we try?" George asked. This got Belle laughing even harder.

"No! It's for girls! If you did it you'd be laughed at!" The boys all looked crestfallen. They cheered up soon enough, though.

"Well, you should always do it!" Lee said. "It's wicked!" Belle blushed deep red and smiled her shy smile.

"Thanks," she muttered.

They sat in silence for a time while Hagrid helped the rest of the first years into boats.

"Y'know, our big brother Charlie said there's a giant squid in this lake," Fred said in an attempt at small talk while they waited.

Belle's eyes widened in terror, but Lee smiled with curiosity and delight.

"Really? Cool!" he said, leaning over the edge of the small boat. "Do you think we'll be able to see it?"

The twins leaned over the edge as well, and then, timidly, Belle did the same.

"Are they very dangerous?" she asked. Her voice was stronger now that her curiosity was overcoming her shyness.

"Dunno," said George.

"I guess we'll find out," said Fred.

"Ouch! Fred, that was my foot!" Belle cried.

"He's not Fred, I am!" yelled Fred. "Move over, George, you're taking up the whole boat!"

"Oy! Stop it!"

"You're pushing me!"

"I can't see!"

"Move over!"

All the moving and shuffling going on in the boat was causing it to rock precariously, but the three new friends failed to notice this until the whole thing actually capsized, tipping them all out into the Black Lake. They screamed at the top of their lungs and toppled into the inky blackness of the water.

They were each yanked out of the cold wetness by a pair of huge, firm hands, and then they were roughly wrapped in warm, fuzzy towels. Though they were all coughing and shivering relentlessly, they couldn't keep smiles from their faces.

"Wicked," the twins chorused.

"I saw it! I saw the squid!" Lee cried through chattering teeth.

"Yeah, right," said Belle, wringing out her long brown hair.

"All righ', c'mon, you lot," said Hagrid gruffly, looking displeased. "You're ridin' with me."

Hagrid tied their boat securely behind his own before setting off, to ensure the foursome didn't do anything reckless.

"All right, everyone all set? Yes? Then - FORWARD!" Hagrid cried, and the boats simultaneously moved toward the huge castle in the distance.

you're a great writer! please keep it coming!

Just thought I'd help Mariposa out. I can tell it's hard to run one of these things.

Here's Part 3!

The Lost Adventures of the Weasley Twins
Chapter 3 - The Beginning of Another Year

"Here're the firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

They'd just entered the enormous castle and had been greeted at the door by a stern-looking witch with her black hair wound into a tight bun on top of her head. The first years looked at the huge entrance hall in awe. The twins especially thought the castle looked promising. Their keen eyes scanned the area for secret passageways that might come in handy later.

"Everyone follow me!" Professor McGonagall called to the group. "And please stay together!"

They followed the professor into a small chamber off the hall. They all squeezed inside, fitting in a little too snuggly than they would have liked. George could smell Belle's shampoo unusually well and Fred noticed a rather small insect crawling on Lee's shoulder.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said. "The banquet will begin momentarily, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you must be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting Ceremony is of utmost importance, because while you are at Hogwarts your House is like your family. You will have classes with your House, sleep in the House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room." Professor McGonagall sighed.

"How many times d'you reckon she's given this speech?" George whispered to his brother, noting McGonagall's bored expression.

"Too many," Fred replied.

"The four Houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards.

"House points are awarded for triumphs and taken away for rule-breaking. The House with the most points at the end of the year is awarded one of Hogwarts's greatest honors: the House Cup. I hope each of you will be an assett to whichever House becomes yours. Are there any questions?"

"Yeah," said George, adopting a more feminine posture. "Where did you get those robes?" The other first years laughed, but the twins weren't done.

"They accentuate your features with such accuracy!" Fred added. "Green is your color, darling!"

Professor McGonagall gave them a scorching glare, but the twins only smiled at her good-naturedly.

"Weasleys, am I right?" she asked in a cold voice. The twins' smiles vanished.

"How is it everyone here knows who we are?" Fred asked, disappointed. McGonagall nodded.

"I suspected as much. Anyway, the Sorting Ceremony will begin in a few minutes' time in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten up and get any foolishness out of your systems while you wait." These last words were directed at Fred and George. They flashed her their identical grins again.

"I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly." She left the chamber, and immediately conversation burst from the nervous first years.

"How is it that we're Sorted?" Belle asked anxiously.

"Dunno," said the twins.

"Our dear brothers never thought to tell us," Fred explained.

"I bet we'll have to do something really difficult," George said. "Like wrestle a troll."

"Yeah, or steal a dragon's egg," Fred added gravely.

"Or perhaps we'll just have to massage the squid," George went on. They didn't stop with their far-fetched ideas until they saw Belle's terrified stare.

"We're only joking, Belle," Fred said, laughing.

"Yeah, Bill said it wasn't really such of a much," George assured her. She smiled tentatively.

Professor McGonagall soon reentered the chamber.

"It's time to begin," she said. "Form a line and follow me."



They followed the professor into the Great Hall, and gasped as their eyes found one of the most splendid sights they'd ever beheld.

Thousands of glittering candles floated in midair to light the hall, and the ceiling was a perfect imitation of the night sky. There were four long tables filled with students. Bill and Charlie waved to the twins from the table on the far left of the entrance. Percy was there, too, but he was looking sour. At the head of the hall was another long table, where sat the teachers. In front of the teachers' table was a stool with a tattered old wizard's hat on it.

"Maybe all we have to do is clean it," Fred whispered to his brother, gesturing toward the filthy old hat. George sniggered.

Then, however, the hat surprised them all by moving. A rip near the hat's brim opened up, and the hat started singing:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends.
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a thinking cap!"

Everyone in the Great Hall cheered as the hat's song came to a close.

"Now," said Profesor McGonagall when the cheers had died down. "When I call your name, you will place the hat on your head and sit on the stool until the hat tells you what House you're in." She unrolled a long piece of parchment and cleared her throat.

"Abner, Robert!" A short, stubby boy with honey-blonde hair walked forward slowly and placed the hat on his head. It covered his entire face, causing Fred and George to snicker.

"RAVENCLAW!" the hat shouted, and the students at the middle-left table erupted into cheers as the fat boy scuttled off to join them.

"Allgood, Joanna!" Belle blushed furiously as she walked toward the stool.

"Didn't she tell us her name was Belle?" Fred asked, confused. Lee nodded.

"She goes by her middle name; her first is Joanna. She told me on the train." The twins nodded.

Belle gingerly lifted the hat onto her head, as though it might bite her. There was a brief silence, then the hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table exploded with shouts, and Bill scooted over to let Belle sit with him.

Lee and the twins were growing a bit impatient as "Caldwell, Bobby" became a Slytherin and "Christian, Emily" became a Ravenclaw. They were near falling asleep standing up by the time McGonagall reached "Garrison, Edward" (a Hufflepuff) and "Johnson, Angelina" (a Gryffindor.) Finally, however, she called "Jordan, Lee!" and all three of them snapped to attention.

The hat wasn't even all the way on Lee's head, however, when a shout of "GRYFFINDOR!" echoed through the room. Smiling his gleaming smile, Lee raced to sit by Belle.

"Marks, Jolette" was next, and she became a Slytherin. Then Fred and George began getting drowsy again as the Sorting continued. There seemed to be far too many letters between J and W, and far too many students, as well. George eventually fell asleep on Fred's shoulder. But while the hat was proclaiming "Spinnet, Alicia" a Gryffindor, Fred got an idea. He shook his brother's shoulder and whispered something in his ear, and all of a sudden those all-too-familiar grins began spreading across the twins' faces.

Finally, the list reached "Weasley, Fred" and one of the twins bounded over to the stool, grinning wide. His grin vanished, however, when he placed the hat on his head and the hat said, "This one's George, Professor."

Professor McGonagall looked very much as though she'd like to slap George as the Great Hall erupted with laughter. The twins, however, sulked at having been foiled.

"Ah, let's see..." spoke the hat's voice inside George's head. "Mm, yes. Oh, my. Your bravery and loyalty certainly outshine everything else, but there's also great wit... And yet it appears that something is troubling you, Mr. Weasley."

George closed his eyes. Please, whatever House I'm in, put Fred there, too. That's all I care about.

Instead of answering George's plea, however, the hat shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" to the Hall. Bill, Charlie, Belle, and Lee stood and cheered as George walked over to sit with them.

"Now Weasley, Fred!" Professor McGonagall said. Fred sat on the stool.

"Hm..." the hat said. "Bravery, loyalty, wit... Exactly like your brother... There's something bothering you, too, I notice."

Put me in Gryffindor, Fred pleaded. Put me with George. That's all I care about.

The hat laughed in Fred's head, then shouted "GRYFFINDOR!"

George practically leaped out of his seat.

"YES!!" he cried above everybody else. Fred raced up to him and they hugged eachother while Percy groaned, "Not both of them!"

After them there were only two students left to be sorted: "Yessner, Katie" became a Ravenclaw and "Zankwell, Charles" became a Slytherin. After the Sorting was complete, a tall wizard with a long, snowy beard and half-moon glasses stood at the podium and gestured for silence. Immediatley the hall was quiet.

"The beginning of another year!" said the man in a carrying voice. "Another wonderful, magical year at our beloved school. For those of you who are new, welcome! For those of you who've been here before, welcome back! Before we begin the feast, there are a few things I wish to say. I would like to remind you all that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students who don't have a teacher's permission to be there."

Fred and George exchanged glances. "Forbidden, did he say?" Fred asked.

"We might just have to take a look into that," George said.

"I would also like to say that the girls' bathroom on the third floor is out of order yet again, and probably won't be operational for the duration of the year due to our beloved Myrtle. Now, I know you must all be anxious to get this delicious feast into your stomachs, so let the feast begin!"

On the word "begin," the golden plates filled with food and the goblets with water, the greatest amount of food Fred and George had ever witnessed. They eagerly grabbed whatever they could reach and began stuffing their faces. Lee and Belle laughed at them, then began filling their own plates.

And so, their adventures began.

Thanks, Ramshackle...I was just about to post part 3 in and I saw you had already done so!

ya it gets to be a lot, running a guild. especially when you constantly have to have the creative juices flowing. lol...i run out of juice sometimes.

haha like lately...my juice is running on empty...i've been sick and my daughter has been draining me lol...i look forward to your next chapter though!

The Lost Adventures of the Weasley Twins
Chapter 4 - Peeves

The prefects, a blonde girl named Vera and a stout boy named Greg, led the Gryffindor first years to their dormitory, Greg leading and Vera taking up the rear. On the way they gave the every-year speech about the do's and don't's of Hogwarts, but Fred, George, Lee, and Belle didn't listen, because Fred and George had already briefed Lee and Belle during the feast.

They were ascending one of the famous moving staircases when a vibrantly-colored blur whooshed overhead, cackling manaically. Greg groaned.

"He always gets to Gryffindor first," he muttered.

"What is it?" Belle whispered to Fred. Then the blur stopped moving long enough so that they could see a figure wearing bright colors and a darkly mischievious look about his eyes.

"Peeves," Fred murmured in awe.

"Ickle firsties!" the poltergeist cried with glee.

"Don't make me get the Baron, Peeves!" Vera threatened. "I mean it!"

Peeves merely stuck his tongue out at her and proceeded to pelt the first years with various items, such as candle sticks, Dungbombs, and quills.

The other first years cowered in fear, but the twins' mischievious grins alighted on their faces. They didn't see Peeves as a menacing tormenter; they saw in him a formidable opponent.

"What've you got?" George asked his twin. Fred fumbled in his pockets.

"My last Wet-Start and a box of Bertie Bott's," he said. Peeves pulled his arm back to chuck something at Belle, and she covered her head with her hands and whimpered.

"Perfect!" George caught the Chocolate Frog over Belle's head and tossed it to Fred. Understanding dawned in Fred's eyes and he burst out laughing.

"Brilliant!" Fred shoved his firework and a pair of Every Flavor Beans into the frog's mouth, cried, "Oy! Peeves!", then lobbed the frog toward the poltergeist.

"Take cover!" George yelled a second too late. The frog exploded directly in Peeves's face, and colorful sparks and tasty goo flew in all directions, spattering the screaming first years.

Fred wiped some of the goo off George's shoulder and tasted it, then scrunched up his face in disgust. "Blech - strawberry and corn. Not a good combo."

Peeves, for once, was silent. He swooped down to face the twins, who turned to face him in return. They were trying unsuccessfully to suppress their snickers.

"Ginger twins think they're funny?" asked Peeves, a slight edge to his sing-songy voice. A malicious smile engulfed his features. "Teach them a lesson, I should. For the terrible twins' own good."

The twins' laughter stopped, and they glared at Peeves with defiance. Peeves never dropped his gaze, and neither did they.

"Peeves, that will be quite enough!" Greg said sternly, wiping some chocolate out of his eye. "Vera, go get the Bloody Baron." But Vera hadn't even turned to go when Peeves was out of sight.

Greg sighed. He waved his wand and muttered something unintellegable and the first years were goo-free.

"You want to be careful of Peeves," Vera said, directing her words mainly at the twins. "He's a troublemaker. If you ignore him, though, he'll usually leave you alone. Usually, but not always. Anyway, lead the way, Greg!"

"How many color changes was that?" George whispered as they started walking again.

"I counted eight," said Lee.

"Eight," George murmured. "Splendid!"

Finally, the Gryffindors reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Risus est optimus rememdium," Greg said in a clear voice, and the painting swung forward, revealing a cozy-looking room bathed in the warm light of the fireplace. "This is the house dormitory," Greg explained. "I will show the boys where their dormitory is, and Vera will lead the girls to theirs. Your things have already been brought up."

Belle smiled nervously to the boys. "G'night. See you in the morning!"

Fred, George, and Lee smiled back at her. "Yeah, see you!" said Lee.

"G'night, Belle!" the twins chorused. She giggled, then followed Vera to her dormitory.

"Blimey, I'm beat!" Fred said. George yawned hugely.

"Yeah, we'll need our energy if every day's gonna be this full of magical mayhem." Both boys seemed quite turned on by the idea. They laughed, then followed Greg to their dorm. Their sleep was dreamless and deep.