Silver Thoughts chapter 4
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aniay Title: Silver Thoughts
Author: Aniay
Parts: 4/?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Fred/George eventually Fred/George/Harry
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Words: 2495/
Warning:
This chapter:
Whole story: slash, twincest, threesome, slight angst
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything HP related. It all belongs to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Bros., and any other entities involved.
A/N: Big Kudos for wakisashi_girl and SweetSorrow for betaing this for me. I'm soooo sorry it took so long but I'm rather bussy right now, I don't know when the nextchapter will be ready to post, it's mostly written so I'll try to post it as soon as possible I’d really appreciate if you read and review.
SILVER THOUGHTS CHAPTER 4
Boys and their cats
Fred woke up to his brother’s laughter. He yawned, stretched and lazily scratched at his private parts, then looked at George.
‘Do I have green hair or something?’ But George didn’t answer and only burst into another fit of laughter.
‘No, but your hair looks like you had grown horns on your head.’ George was still snickering when Fred crawled to the stack of presents at the foot of his bed.
‘I hope it’s not your fault?’ Fred smiled deviously, sorting the presents.
‘You hurt me brother, accusing me of such a poor joke…’
‘Sweet Merlin, they could get us something different for each one of us.’ Commented Fred.
George looked at his stack of presents and picked up the smallest one on from the top. It was wrapped in blue and gold paper. He unpacked it and opened dark green box that was inside. At the bottom lied a beautiful, sliver pendant, encrusted with tiny ambers and shaped in intertwined F and G letters. He picked it up delicately and turned to the other side, which was engraved with inscription “For my only Twin. Fred” and date. George took out the pendant, along with silver chain, at which it was hanged and let the stray sunrays slide over small ambers. He felt warm magic tingling his fingers.
‘It’s beautiful,’ whispered George, feeling the tears prickle in his eyes. ‘Thank you… I…’
‘I have another one, exactly the same,’ Fred fished the little necklace out of his pajama. ‘Come here.’ He gestured to George, who padded to him and raised his hair, offering his slender neck. Fred kissed the creamy skin and adorned it with the silver chain, the GF pendant dangling on it. George turned around, threw his arms around his brother and gave him a fierce kiss.
‘Thank you. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever received,’ He smiled ‘And I would never ever have suspected you to be such a sappy romantic.’ He grinned and immediately got a pillow in his face. It promised to be best Christmas ever.
But Christmas break passed in the blink of an eye. Hogwarts welcomed them with cold halls, warm dormitories, and with an unpleasant feeling of Dolores Umbridge bossing around. One week before Valentine’s day, a cold Saturday morning found the twins stuffing their faces with breakfast. The latest copy of the Daily Prophet floated before Fred while he busily chewed on sausages. Suddenly, he choked and was immediately slapped on the back by George, spiting part of the sausage straight onto his copy of Daily Prophet.
‘Look, George!’ He exclaimed and coughed, pointing at the newspaper. ‘Someone is selling the premises at Diagon Alley with a flat upstairs .’
‘And?’ George said, grabbing a spoonful of scrambled eggs and stuffing it inside his mouth.
‘It’s perfect!’ Fred was grinning madly ‘We were looking for something like that for months. It’s moderately cheap, too.’
‘It’s small.’ George was feeling rather skeptical and pragmatic and even the excitement he felt beaming from Fred couldn’t change it.
‘You are a wizard, George,’ Fred sighed. ‘What are expanding charms for? And I’m sure dad will help us get the “expanding permit”. And it has a flat upstairs. It’s killing two birds with one stone.’ Fred was excited but George still wasn’t sure. ‘Don’t be such a spoilsport.’
‘Ok. So what are you suggesting?’
‘During Hogsmeade weekend we will go there and we will check it.’ George looked at his brother, swallowing the rest of his breakfast.
‘Sounds good for to me,’ George smiled ‘But it’s poor idea for Valentine’s date.’
Fred snickered. ‘We will have to bare with one another.’
And so next Saturday they went to Hogsmeade with everyone else and then apparated to Diagon Alley. It wasn’t hard to find the address: the place was exactly in the middle of Diagon Alley, with oddly shaped door and windows. Inside, the shop was dusty and dark, and it had rather unpleasant feeling to it. George found himself looking in all corners and closets while Fred was only watching around.
‘Why is this place so cheap?’ asked George, turning to a accommodation real estate agent named Tom. ‘It’s obviously in a rather bad condition,’ while he was talking, he heard a cluttering sound upstairs. Fred looked at the ceiling with a raised brow. George was boring holes in poor agency worker with his stare.
‘Well… it has an permanent tenant,’ the poor guy started to sweat. ‘ The first proprietor owned a cat and after her death, the cat refused to leave the premises.’
‘If it’s only a cat, that this is no problem,’ said Fred happily and started in the direction of stairs.
‘Well it’s not just any cat,’ the agent gulped. ‘Mr. Weasley, if I may suggest... I will go first,’ He added hurriedly, seeing that Fred was already running up the stairs, skipping steps. Tom stepped up the stairs and the twins followed him closely. First thing they found was a dead, rotting mouse, lying right in front of the door to the flat. Tom spelled it away and had the decency to look apologetic.
‘When he opened the door to the flat, George was positively surprised. It looked much better than premises downstairs. Walls were rather freshly painted and under a thin layer of dust, everything seemed clean and intact.
‘So where is the cat?’ George asked, looking around and checking the state of the walls. As on the cue, they again heard a cluttering sound from what George supposed was kitchen and a big, fluffy cat with such malicious looking muzzle, that George felt shivers running down his spine, came into view. It’s fur had the color of ripe carrots, almost exactly the same as their hair, George noted, with a few black spots here and there. It wasn’t a cat per se, it emitted a ghostly glow but he’d definitely been more essential than ghost. It stared at Tom and growled, then the cat looked at George, taxed him and ignored completely, earning a smirk from the twin, then it turned his head to see Fred who lowered himself and smiled brightly.
George thought that seeing an obviously surprised cat was very strange.
‘Gentlemen, meet Seraphim,’ Fred reached to the ginger cat ‘I don’t think it’s good idea…’ When the real estate agent spoke, Seraphim bristled his fur and growled once again, then continued walking straight to Fred. He sniffled at hand reached to him and after a while he licked it and then, completely content, brushed at Fred’s hand, purring softly.
‘I think he likes me,’ said Fred, grinning, and George had a feeling that they were once again seven and bringing stray pets home.
‘Erm..’ The amazed sound that came from Tom’s mouth waked George out of daze. ‘I see that this problem is solved then,’ George looked at ginger-coloured cat, nuzzling up against Fred, and shrugged. He checked all rooms, the small bathroom that needed a slight renovation and an exceptionally clean and well-kept kitchen. The bedroom was quite big with large, four-poster bed in the middle. He came back to Tom, who were looking through the window.
‘What papers are needed to buy this premises?’ Hearing this question Tom suddenly smiled and George realized that for the whole time they were here the real estate agent was awfully tense.
‘It’s strange to stroke an almost ghost cat, kinda creepy,’ said Fred standing up and joining his twin. ’So you decided?’ He looked at George who nodded.
Tom took out a contract and in a light voice said:
‘The only thing I need is your signature at this contract and an Identity Checking Spell. Then this premises are all yours.’ He swished his wand and a feather appeared in thin air. ‘The first rate of payment can be transferred directly to our Gringot’s vault by the beginning of next week. It’s all I need. All the papers you shall need will be sent to you by Monday morning.’ Tom looked relieved, handing George the feather and a contract.
‘Are there any problems with joined ownership?’ George asked, looking at Fred.
‘None at all.’
‘Then let’s do it, Fred?’ Fred signed the contract with a grin on his face George followed and grinned as well. And then, with a swish of his wand and a small pop, Tom the real estate agent disappeared. The thick silence filled the room, Seraphim vanished somewhere as well and there were only two of them there. Both grinning madly. Fred lounged himself at George and kissed him fiercely, the latter responding immediately. Their lips mashed together, tongues dancing with well-rehearsed moves, they moaned into each other mouths and after few whiles parted, gasping for air, flushed and still grinning.
‘Sweet Merlin, finally,’ Fred sighed. ‘I saw you slipping something into his pocket, what was that?’ Fred tilted his head and George shrugged.
‘Sample-sized skiving snack-box along with best whishes. I had it ready for an occasion like this, we have to advertise our shop a little, outside Hogwarts as well.’
‘Oh Merlin,’ Fred sagged over the nearest wall ‘I feel stiff, this was the most serious conversation I’ve ever had,’ Fred shivered ‘I feel dirty. George?’ He looked at his brother whose body was rippled by slight tremors. At first George looked like he was crying, but then the noise he made got louder and Fred found himself accompanying George in what at first was a silent snicker, then grew into a full out loud laugh. After a few moments they were both rolling on the floor, laughing.
‘This amount of seriousness is hazardous to my health,’ uttered George between fits of laughter. George had been nervous and he could feel Fred’s nervousness as well: when they were nervous, they laughed hard until all bad emotions evaporated from them. He remembered when last year after Cedric’s death at the memorial, they came back home laughing so hard it hurt. George remembered shedding so many tears, along with the laugh, that it seemed he dried up inside. If someone had seen them then, one would think they were mad, but it was their own way with coping.
When the storm of laughter was finally over. They had still few hours to spare.
‘It’s Valentine’s’ said Fred.
‘You don’t say…’ George smiled ‘And what about this day being Valentine’s?’
‘I thought we could go for a little walk,’ Fred stood up and dusted of his robe ‘Mum took us to this small, overgrown park around Diagon Alley when we were small remember?’ Fred helped his brother stand up and hugged him, ‘I’d give you some chocolates but I have only fever fudges and canary creams with me,’ Fred said with a smile and kissed George’s forehead. ‘Thank you.’ Somewhere along the way George blushed.
‘I felt how excited you were and it is good investment.’ George ruffled Fred’s hair affectionately ‘A walk sounds good, It’s to dusty in here anyway,’ He smiled. They looked once again at their new home, a place only for the two of them, their sanctuary, feeling happy. From this day on, a new chapter of their lives was being written. They went down the stairs and closed the door with the keys that Tom left on the counter.
They took the shortest route to an overgrown park placed down the Diagon Alley. It was quiet there. The last few days were ruined by an unpleasant drizzle and it was most likely that the current day will be ruined as well, but up until now it was just windy, and despite the damp air, the weather was bearable. Fred and George seemed to be the only ones walking in the park, so after venturing in the oldest part of the park, they decided it wouldn’t be to dangerous to hold hands. They stopped at the miniature waterfall and looked at the dirty water falling down and splashing on hard rocks, spilling all around. They stood there, silent, their hands clasped together and George had thousands of thoughts speeding through his mind with deathly speed, impossible to catch any of it. The world was changing and they were part of this change. Nothing was going to be the same. Suddenly it dawned on George, that everything that was happening was just a silence before the storm. He squeezed Fred’s hand and his twin looked at him. He knew. He was feeling it too.
‘Ready to go back?’ Fred suggested and George nodded, not trusting his voice. Hand in hand, they apparated to the outskirts of Hogsmeade.
The next days were filled with the usual: thinking out new inventions, improving the old ones. They worked on new type of invanishable fireworks. In the effect they managed to find out a way to get rid of the boils from fever fudge. Everything aside, they missed playing quidditch. When the Gryffindor lost the cursed quidditch match with Hufflepuff, they become thirsty for blood. Umbridge would pay. The only thing they needed was an opportunity to finally make the old Hag's life a living hell.
But then there were DA meetings and Harry promised them they would learn to make a full Patronus charm. They tried, but up until now they managed only the silver fog. At the beginning of said lessons they’ve placed a bet between themselves. They wondered if their animal Patronuses form will be the same or different. Fred placed the bet on the same animals.
The task of producing the fully shaped Patronuses was particularly tricky. They had many happy thoughts but neither of them seemed to be the key to real happiness. But then when accidentally Fred brushed his hand over his brother’s and George thought about his twin while saying “expecto patronum”, he saw a feline shaped Patronus sprinting out of his wand. In seconds, Fred produced his own Patronus and now he stared at both shapes with bewilderment. George looked at Fred’s animal protector and burst out laughing.
‘You gotta be kidding me,’ he managed between his laugh ‘A young lion?’
‘What Yours isn’t any better, you have a Kneazle,’ Fred felt indignant.
‘Mine is just a normal magical creature…’ George burst out in laughter again. Their little play was gathering a few spectators.
‘You are just jealous that I’m exciding the standards,’ Fred huffed, but there were no real indignation in his voice.’ I won the bet by the way, we are both cats!’
‘No. You so not win the bet,’ George lifted himself from the cold stone floor, ‘ I have a Kneazle, you have erm…’ he grinned. ‘…a baby lion.’
‘Guys? Congratulations…’ Harry came to them and trailed off looking at two Patronuses with a strange expression.‘ Erm that is…’
‘Unexpected?’ The twins supplied helpfully.
‘Yeah,’ Harry shrugged and smiled ‘ Good work anyway.’ Then he went to Cho to praise her Swan.
‘I wish he was gay,’ mused Fred quietly and was immediately elbowed by George.
TBC
Author: Aniay
Parts: 4/?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Fred/George eventually Fred/George/Harry
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Words: 2495/
Warning:
This chapter:
Whole story: slash, twincest, threesome, slight angst
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything HP related. It all belongs to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Bros., and any other entities involved.
A/N: Big Kudos for wakisashi_girl and SweetSorrow for betaing this for me. I'm soooo sorry it took so long but I'm rather bussy right now, I don't know when the nextchapter will be ready to post, it's mostly written so I'll try to post it as soon as possible I’d really appreciate if you read and review.
SILVER THOUGHTS CHAPTER 4
Boys and their cats
Fred woke up to his brother’s laughter. He yawned, stretched and lazily scratched at his private parts, then looked at George.
‘Do I have green hair or something?’ But George didn’t answer and only burst into another fit of laughter.
‘No, but your hair looks like you had grown horns on your head.’ George was still snickering when Fred crawled to the stack of presents at the foot of his bed.
‘I hope it’s not your fault?’ Fred smiled deviously, sorting the presents.
‘You hurt me brother, accusing me of such a poor joke…’
‘Sweet Merlin, they could get us something different for each one of us.’ Commented Fred.
George looked at his stack of presents and picked up the smallest one on from the top. It was wrapped in blue and gold paper. He unpacked it and opened dark green box that was inside. At the bottom lied a beautiful, sliver pendant, encrusted with tiny ambers and shaped in intertwined F and G letters. He picked it up delicately and turned to the other side, which was engraved with inscription “For my only Twin. Fred” and date. George took out the pendant, along with silver chain, at which it was hanged and let the stray sunrays slide over small ambers. He felt warm magic tingling his fingers.
‘It’s beautiful,’ whispered George, feeling the tears prickle in his eyes. ‘Thank you… I…’
‘I have another one, exactly the same,’ Fred fished the little necklace out of his pajama. ‘Come here.’ He gestured to George, who padded to him and raised his hair, offering his slender neck. Fred kissed the creamy skin and adorned it with the silver chain, the GF pendant dangling on it. George turned around, threw his arms around his brother and gave him a fierce kiss.
‘Thank you. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever received,’ He smiled ‘And I would never ever have suspected you to be such a sappy romantic.’ He grinned and immediately got a pillow in his face. It promised to be best Christmas ever.
But Christmas break passed in the blink of an eye. Hogwarts welcomed them with cold halls, warm dormitories, and with an unpleasant feeling of Dolores Umbridge bossing around. One week before Valentine’s day, a cold Saturday morning found the twins stuffing their faces with breakfast. The latest copy of the Daily Prophet floated before Fred while he busily chewed on sausages. Suddenly, he choked and was immediately slapped on the back by George, spiting part of the sausage straight onto his copy of Daily Prophet.
‘Look, George!’ He exclaimed and coughed, pointing at the newspaper. ‘Someone is selling the premises at Diagon Alley with a flat upstairs .’
‘And?’ George said, grabbing a spoonful of scrambled eggs and stuffing it inside his mouth.
‘It’s perfect!’ Fred was grinning madly ‘We were looking for something like that for months. It’s moderately cheap, too.’
‘It’s small.’ George was feeling rather skeptical and pragmatic and even the excitement he felt beaming from Fred couldn’t change it.
‘You are a wizard, George,’ Fred sighed. ‘What are expanding charms for? And I’m sure dad will help us get the “expanding permit”. And it has a flat upstairs. It’s killing two birds with one stone.’ Fred was excited but George still wasn’t sure. ‘Don’t be such a spoilsport.’
‘Ok. So what are you suggesting?’
‘During Hogsmeade weekend we will go there and we will check it.’ George looked at his brother, swallowing the rest of his breakfast.
‘Sounds good for to me,’ George smiled ‘But it’s poor idea for Valentine’s date.’
Fred snickered. ‘We will have to bare with one another.’
And so next Saturday they went to Hogsmeade with everyone else and then apparated to Diagon Alley. It wasn’t hard to find the address: the place was exactly in the middle of Diagon Alley, with oddly shaped door and windows. Inside, the shop was dusty and dark, and it had rather unpleasant feeling to it. George found himself looking in all corners and closets while Fred was only watching around.
‘Why is this place so cheap?’ asked George, turning to a accommodation real estate agent named Tom. ‘It’s obviously in a rather bad condition,’ while he was talking, he heard a cluttering sound upstairs. Fred looked at the ceiling with a raised brow. George was boring holes in poor agency worker with his stare.
‘Well… it has an permanent tenant,’ the poor guy started to sweat. ‘ The first proprietor owned a cat and after her death, the cat refused to leave the premises.’
‘If it’s only a cat, that this is no problem,’ said Fred happily and started in the direction of stairs.
‘Well it’s not just any cat,’ the agent gulped. ‘Mr. Weasley, if I may suggest... I will go first,’ He added hurriedly, seeing that Fred was already running up the stairs, skipping steps. Tom stepped up the stairs and the twins followed him closely. First thing they found was a dead, rotting mouse, lying right in front of the door to the flat. Tom spelled it away and had the decency to look apologetic.
‘When he opened the door to the flat, George was positively surprised. It looked much better than premises downstairs. Walls were rather freshly painted and under a thin layer of dust, everything seemed clean and intact.
‘So where is the cat?’ George asked, looking around and checking the state of the walls. As on the cue, they again heard a cluttering sound from what George supposed was kitchen and a big, fluffy cat with such malicious looking muzzle, that George felt shivers running down his spine, came into view. It’s fur had the color of ripe carrots, almost exactly the same as their hair, George noted, with a few black spots here and there. It wasn’t a cat per se, it emitted a ghostly glow but he’d definitely been more essential than ghost. It stared at Tom and growled, then the cat looked at George, taxed him and ignored completely, earning a smirk from the twin, then it turned his head to see Fred who lowered himself and smiled brightly.
George thought that seeing an obviously surprised cat was very strange.
‘Gentlemen, meet Seraphim,’ Fred reached to the ginger cat ‘I don’t think it’s good idea…’ When the real estate agent spoke, Seraphim bristled his fur and growled once again, then continued walking straight to Fred. He sniffled at hand reached to him and after a while he licked it and then, completely content, brushed at Fred’s hand, purring softly.
‘I think he likes me,’ said Fred, grinning, and George had a feeling that they were once again seven and bringing stray pets home.
‘Erm..’ The amazed sound that came from Tom’s mouth waked George out of daze. ‘I see that this problem is solved then,’ George looked at ginger-coloured cat, nuzzling up against Fred, and shrugged. He checked all rooms, the small bathroom that needed a slight renovation and an exceptionally clean and well-kept kitchen. The bedroom was quite big with large, four-poster bed in the middle. He came back to Tom, who were looking through the window.
‘What papers are needed to buy this premises?’ Hearing this question Tom suddenly smiled and George realized that for the whole time they were here the real estate agent was awfully tense.
‘It’s strange to stroke an almost ghost cat, kinda creepy,’ said Fred standing up and joining his twin. ’So you decided?’ He looked at George who nodded.
Tom took out a contract and in a light voice said:
‘The only thing I need is your signature at this contract and an Identity Checking Spell. Then this premises are all yours.’ He swished his wand and a feather appeared in thin air. ‘The first rate of payment can be transferred directly to our Gringot’s vault by the beginning of next week. It’s all I need. All the papers you shall need will be sent to you by Monday morning.’ Tom looked relieved, handing George the feather and a contract.
‘Are there any problems with joined ownership?’ George asked, looking at Fred.
‘None at all.’
‘Then let’s do it, Fred?’ Fred signed the contract with a grin on his face George followed and grinned as well. And then, with a swish of his wand and a small pop, Tom the real estate agent disappeared. The thick silence filled the room, Seraphim vanished somewhere as well and there were only two of them there. Both grinning madly. Fred lounged himself at George and kissed him fiercely, the latter responding immediately. Their lips mashed together, tongues dancing with well-rehearsed moves, they moaned into each other mouths and after few whiles parted, gasping for air, flushed and still grinning.
‘Sweet Merlin, finally,’ Fred sighed. ‘I saw you slipping something into his pocket, what was that?’ Fred tilted his head and George shrugged.
‘Sample-sized skiving snack-box along with best whishes. I had it ready for an occasion like this, we have to advertise our shop a little, outside Hogwarts as well.’
‘Oh Merlin,’ Fred sagged over the nearest wall ‘I feel stiff, this was the most serious conversation I’ve ever had,’ Fred shivered ‘I feel dirty. George?’ He looked at his brother whose body was rippled by slight tremors. At first George looked like he was crying, but then the noise he made got louder and Fred found himself accompanying George in what at first was a silent snicker, then grew into a full out loud laugh. After a few moments they were both rolling on the floor, laughing.
‘This amount of seriousness is hazardous to my health,’ uttered George between fits of laughter. George had been nervous and he could feel Fred’s nervousness as well: when they were nervous, they laughed hard until all bad emotions evaporated from them. He remembered when last year after Cedric’s death at the memorial, they came back home laughing so hard it hurt. George remembered shedding so many tears, along with the laugh, that it seemed he dried up inside. If someone had seen them then, one would think they were mad, but it was their own way with coping.
When the storm of laughter was finally over. They had still few hours to spare.
‘It’s Valentine’s’ said Fred.
‘You don’t say…’ George smiled ‘And what about this day being Valentine’s?’
‘I thought we could go for a little walk,’ Fred stood up and dusted of his robe ‘Mum took us to this small, overgrown park around Diagon Alley when we were small remember?’ Fred helped his brother stand up and hugged him, ‘I’d give you some chocolates but I have only fever fudges and canary creams with me,’ Fred said with a smile and kissed George’s forehead. ‘Thank you.’ Somewhere along the way George blushed.
‘I felt how excited you were and it is good investment.’ George ruffled Fred’s hair affectionately ‘A walk sounds good, It’s to dusty in here anyway,’ He smiled. They looked once again at their new home, a place only for the two of them, their sanctuary, feeling happy. From this day on, a new chapter of their lives was being written. They went down the stairs and closed the door with the keys that Tom left on the counter.
They took the shortest route to an overgrown park placed down the Diagon Alley. It was quiet there. The last few days were ruined by an unpleasant drizzle and it was most likely that the current day will be ruined as well, but up until now it was just windy, and despite the damp air, the weather was bearable. Fred and George seemed to be the only ones walking in the park, so after venturing in the oldest part of the park, they decided it wouldn’t be to dangerous to hold hands. They stopped at the miniature waterfall and looked at the dirty water falling down and splashing on hard rocks, spilling all around. They stood there, silent, their hands clasped together and George had thousands of thoughts speeding through his mind with deathly speed, impossible to catch any of it. The world was changing and they were part of this change. Nothing was going to be the same. Suddenly it dawned on George, that everything that was happening was just a silence before the storm. He squeezed Fred’s hand and his twin looked at him. He knew. He was feeling it too.
‘Ready to go back?’ Fred suggested and George nodded, not trusting his voice. Hand in hand, they apparated to the outskirts of Hogsmeade.
The next days were filled with the usual: thinking out new inventions, improving the old ones. They worked on new type of invanishable fireworks. In the effect they managed to find out a way to get rid of the boils from fever fudge. Everything aside, they missed playing quidditch. When the Gryffindor lost the cursed quidditch match with Hufflepuff, they become thirsty for blood. Umbridge would pay. The only thing they needed was an opportunity to finally make the old Hag's life a living hell.
But then there were DA meetings and Harry promised them they would learn to make a full Patronus charm. They tried, but up until now they managed only the silver fog. At the beginning of said lessons they’ve placed a bet between themselves. They wondered if their animal Patronuses form will be the same or different. Fred placed the bet on the same animals.
The task of producing the fully shaped Patronuses was particularly tricky. They had many happy thoughts but neither of them seemed to be the key to real happiness. But then when accidentally Fred brushed his hand over his brother’s and George thought about his twin while saying “expecto patronum”, he saw a feline shaped Patronus sprinting out of his wand. In seconds, Fred produced his own Patronus and now he stared at both shapes with bewilderment. George looked at Fred’s animal protector and burst out laughing.
‘You gotta be kidding me,’ he managed between his laugh ‘A young lion?’
‘What Yours isn’t any better, you have a Kneazle,’ Fred felt indignant.
‘Mine is just a normal magical creature…’ George burst out in laughter again. Their little play was gathering a few spectators.
‘You are just jealous that I’m exciding the standards,’ Fred huffed, but there were no real indignation in his voice.’ I won the bet by the way, we are both cats!’
‘No. You so not win the bet,’ George lifted himself from the cold stone floor, ‘ I have a Kneazle, you have erm…’ he grinned. ‘…a baby lion.’
‘Guys? Congratulations…’ Harry came to them and trailed off looking at two Patronuses with a strange expression.‘ Erm that is…’
‘Unexpected?’ The twins supplied helpfully.
‘Yeah,’ Harry shrugged and smiled ‘ Good work anyway.’ Then he went to Cho to praise her Swan.
‘I wish he was gay,’ mused Fred quietly and was immediately elbowed by George.
TBC
