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The Harrington's Cottage
Village of Ottery St Catchpole
- Devon, England
( August, 1994. )

                     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐎'𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊. The clock was an old Harrington family heirloom. Ophelia swore the blasted noise was enough to make anyone, even the darkest of wizards, just about leap out of their skin.

Olympia Harrington and her twin sister, Cassiopeia, sat across from their father. Their brothers, Atlas and Achilles, at each end of the table. If it wasn't already obvious, their parents had a fascination for Greek mythology. 

Their mother anxiously scrambled through the house, last minute packing as always.

"Hurry up dear, we need to be leaving in the next half hour." Edward Harrington gently reminded his wife, taking a sip of his coffee from the dining room table. "And we still need to drop the children off at the Weasley's."

"You don't have to drop us off Father," Olympia spoke up, "they're half a mile down the road, we can walk." She offered.

"No darling, we'll take you, we always do." Edward assured, smiling softly to his eldest daughter. Only by four minutes, but those four minutes counted significantly to Olympia, she reminded Cassiopeia of it relentlessly.

Lucille Harrington hurriedly scrambled through the living room, papers flew through the doorway to her study, and into her open briefcases. "I am hurrying Edward." She shot back sternly, beyond stressed at the moment. It was her own fault, she always packed last minute.

Edward packed over a week ago.

It wasn't as if she didn't know of their plans. It was the same every year, the ministry always sent them away on August, Twenty Eighth, for a lengthy business trip. The Harrington children always stayed with the Weasley's for those few days before the school year. Molly always obliged, treated them as her own she did.

The Weasley's and the Harrington's were thick as thieves. The two families lived next door for years, and Molly and Lucille had been best of friends back in their school years.

"The Weasley's is a ten minute walk." Achilles announced to his mother, only causing her brows to knit in anger.

"We'll use floo powder." Lucille stated breathlessly as she made her way across the house again, she had been back and forth, up and down the stairs, about twenty times now.

"We wouldn't have to if you packed before the morning of mum." Cassie added to the fire, earning annoyed expressions from both Olympia and her father.

"Shut up." Atlas whispered across the table, rolling his eyes. "We won't see her till Fall break, stop being a bitch."

"Language! Do not call your sister that, ever." Edward warned, standing up to go assist his wife with her last minute packing. He always refused to help until the last minute, wanting her to learn a lesson, but ultimately helping her in the end. She never learned her lesson, but he'd always help.

"Yeah don't call me that, shithead!" Cassie retorted as soon as her father was up the stairs and out of hearing range.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch~" Atlas started, the two began cursing insults back and forth to one another.

Olympia rolled her eyes at her siblings immaturity, standing up from the table and making her way to her trunk. She wanted to double check that she had everything, though she had already double, triple, and quadroople checked all within the past hour.

"Okay, ready!" Lucille called out as she marched down the staircase, Edward struggled to carry the large trunk in his arms from behind her.

Lucille was always an over-packer, same as Olympia. They both always had to be prepared for just about anything.

"Finally, been waiting to see Bill and Charlie all morning, you know they got back just last night." Achilles exclaimed, he was closer in age to Bill and Charlie, right in between the two. So naturally, out of all the Weasley's he was closest with them.

Achilles himself had just recently returned home too, being an auror meant lots of traveling. He had even visited Charlie in Romania in February, was tracking down some dark wizard on the run. Olympia asked him who but he wasn't allowed to tell, she found it particularly annoying. Why have such an interesting job if you can't even talk about it.

By means of closeness to the Weasley's, It was the same for Atlas. He and Percy were only a year apart, resulting in them being the closest with one another. Though recently, ever since Percy had began working for the ministry, Atlas had grown annoyed with the person he had become.

Olympia found it quite sad. Atlas said Percy talked about Mr Crouch and his job so much, that he never stopped to ask Atlas a single thing these days.

And the Harrington twins and the Weasley twins were only roughly seven months apart, funny enough both set of twin were born on holidays. The Weasley set on April fools, and the Harrington set on Christmas Eve. Molly and Lucille always joked that it must mean that either Olympia or Cass must've been destined for atleast one of the two.

Feed and George loved the idea, using any excuse to flirt, even ever since they were little boys. Olympia remembers at the age of eight, the two chasing her and Cass around the yard with peach rings asking them to marry them. They of course refused.

Achilles pointed his wand toward the fireplace, "Incendio!" He picked up their bag of floo powder from the hearth, tossing a handful of it into the fire. The fire roared into green sparkly flames, whooshing wildly in the fireplace.

"Alright kiddos," Edward set down the trunk with a soft groan, reaching back and rubbing his lower back. "You know the rules, youngest to oldest." He instructed.

Cassie grabbed her trunk, pulling it into the fire and sitting atop it before hollering out "The Burrow!"

Olympia watched as her sister disappeared into the green flames, walking in after her before hollering out the same, "the burrow!"

The Burrow
Village of Ottery St Catchpole
- Devon, England
( August 28th, 1994. )

          𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍, transporting her instantly to where she desired. The second the burrow's cozy living room came to view, she stepped out and was met with the scent of cinnamon and apples - a signature scent for the Weasley's burrow.

Ginny Weasley stood up from the patched up couch with a huge smile plastered across her face, she adored having other girls in the house, and was very close with Cassie and Olympia. It had only been a week since she saw them last, yet still she felt relieved to have them back.

Bill and Charlie sat at the scrubbed wooden table, Olympia hadn't seen either of them since last Christmas. The two men stood up, wrapping Olympia and Cassie into hugs.

"Bill your hair!" Olympia exclaimed, noting to his long hair that he had pulled back into a messy ponytail. It was surprise, he had always had short hair until now. It looked good, Olympia and Cassie had always crushed on the two eldest Weasley boy's. It wasn't a real crush, they had always just fancied them ever since they were little.

"Right? I've tried cutting it in his sleep but he keeps his wand under his pillow." Charlie joked, taking a sip of his coffee.

He and George both had a terrible addiction to the black liquid. George often had at-least three cups every morning, sometimes more. Olympia always gave him an endless list of the negative effects of caffeine - which only encouraged him to consume more, just to bug her.

"My dears!" Molly Weasley greeted as she entered the living room, pulling the girls into a warm embrace. Molly always greeted them as if it had been ages, despite the constant dinners and spend the nights over the summer. Olympia didn't mind, she found it quite comforting matter of fact.

Olympia turned toward the fire as it made a whoosh, Atlas entering the burrow, Achilles following, and then their mother. About two seconds later her father apparated into the room,  he had to put out the fire at home.

"Hello, hello, ah welcome!" Molly waved her arms to each of them, engulfing Lucille into a tight hug. They had been best of friends since they were girls.

"Ah Molly! I hate to give you the bum's rush but~"

"Ah ah, I understand perfectly, trust me, my children make me late to just about everything. Off you go now!" Molly placed her hands together, clasping them in front of his waist.

Each of the Harrington children looked to one another and rolled their eyes, sure, their fault.

Ginny looked to her mother, mouth falling slightly agape at her statement. More like a lie at that. They too were hardly the reason they were ever late anywhere. It was more often than not her fault to be frank.

"Thank you so much again, you're always such a help Mols." Lucille pulled her in for one last hug.

Lucille and Edward hugged and kissed each of their children on the forehead, despite their ages. Achilles was twenty three and still received a forehead kiss, though his never minded much, he loved his parents dearly.

"Thank you." Edward thanked graciously to Molly, holding his wife's hand in his grasp, the two apparated with their trunks in hand.

"Alright children, you know where you're staying, same as always." Mrs Weasley instructed, hurrying off up the stairs, more than likely to attempt to pry Percy from his room.

Only moments later, before the dust even had a chance to settle, the flames in the fire phased green and out stumbled Fred follow by Ron, then lastly by George.

Fred had a wicked victorious smirk plastered across his face, more than likely for something that had definitely shouldn't have done.

"You're bloody brilliant Fred!" George hollered the second he exited the flames. He walked forward, leaning his head down next to Olympia to be to her level, before whispering "welcome back darling."

"That I am Georgie, came to me last minute and all!" Fred enthused excitedly.

Olympia and George had an odd dynamic. He never gave up, the flirting was a constant battle between the two. Occasionally she'd flirt back, actually more than occasionally, often. That was until the school term started, then she barely gave him a second glance. Too occupied with coursework.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she playfully rolled her eyes. "I was here a week ago George." Olympia quipped sarcastically.

"Oh please, we all know you missed us." Fred argued with a flirtatious wink, poking Cassie in the side and pinching Olympia's cheek. They both swatted him away instantly. Fred would flirt with both of them too, really the Weasley twins just enjoyed pestering the Harrington twins. They liked watching their faces turn cherry red. It had been like that since they were children.

"Never a dull moment here." Cassie whispered to her sister, the two had been apart from the Weasley's for about a week and it was painfully boring.

They were equally excited to be back at the Burrow, though Olympia would rather die than admit it to Fred or George. Golly they'd never let her live it down.

"Bloody hell, what did you idiots do now?" Olympia muttered, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Only the best thing ever!" George defended, "remember those taffies we made?"

"The ones with the engorgment charm?" Cassie asked curiously, glancing to her Olympia who looked like she was about to have a fit. 

"Ton-Tongue Toffee we call em'!" Fred announced.

"You didn't!" Olympia hollered, "you tested them on someone? Do you have any idea how dangerous that could be?"

"Do you think he ate them?" George grinned, "and dangerous is rather dramatic Ols. Plus the kid is a right foul git, torments Harry on the daily."

"Of course he did, he looks as if he eats just about everything in sight." Fred snickered.

"Dramatic?!" Olympia roared, she was seconds shy of loosing it before Harry Potter fell face first out of the fire.

Fred just about leaped over the couch just to get to Harry. "Did he eat it?" Said Fred excitedly, holding out a hand to pull Harry to his feet.

"Fred!" Olympia scolded, taking a step forward toward Harry, "are you alright?"

"Still haven't gotten used to floo powder." Harry chuckled, feeling embarrassed. "And yeah" said Harry, straightening up. "What was it?"

"Ton-tongue toffee," said Fred brightly. "George and I invented them, and we've been looking on someone to test them on all summer. . ."

The tiny kitchen exploded with laughter; Harry looked around and saw that Ron and George were now sitting at the wooden table with Bill and Charlie; whom he had yet the pleasure to meet.

Before any of them could say anything else, there was a faint popping noise, and Mr Weasley appeared out of thin air at George's shoulder; causing him to jump out of alarm. Arthur was looking angrier than ever, Fred and George paled, glancing to each other.

"That wasn't funny, Fred!" He shouted, alerting the whole house. "What on earth did you give that muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," said Fred cooly, with another evil grin, one he and George sported often. "I simply dropped it . . . It was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."

"You dropped it on purpose!" Roared Mr. Weasley. "You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet -"

"How big did his tongue get?" George interrupted eagerly, unable to contain himself.

Olympia rolled her eyes, "horrible timing as always." She muttered quietly, George snapped his head toward her with a glare, he always had good hearing. Plus, she hadn't actually cared about concealing her statement from him.

"It was four feet long before his parent would let me shrink it!" Mr. Weasley hollered, his words causing the entire kitchen, including Olympia to roar with laughter.

"It isn't funny!" Mr. Weasley shouted. "That sort of behavior seriously undermines Wizard-Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons -"

"We didn't give it to him because he's a muggle!" Fred's voice grew louder, defensiveness lacing his tone. He and George shared a look of awestruck that their own father would really think that of them.

Fred and George would never discriminate and mistreat a muggle, they simply believed that shitty people deserved what they should get. Be it Muggle, Witch, or Wizard.

"No we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git," said George, "isn't he Harry?"

"Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley," replied Harry earnestly.

"That's not the point!" raged Mr. Weasley. "You wait until I tell your mother-"

"Tell me what?" said a voice behind him. Fred and George glanced to one another in panic.

Mrs. Weasley had just entered the kitchen. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, her gaze instantly landing on Fred and George. Knowing instantly they must've been the culprits to whatever Arthur was rambling about.

"Oh hello, Harry, dear," she said, spotting him and smiling. Then her eyes snapped back to her husband, "tell me what, Arthur?"  she demanded.

Mr. Weasley hesitated. It was obvious to tell that, however angry he was with Fred and George, he hadn't truly intended to tell Molly what happened.

There was an awfully uncomfortable silence in the kitchen while Mr. Weasley and the twins eyed Molly nervously.

Charlie simply couldn't help himself, stifling a laugh into his fist. Achilles made eye contact with him, turning his head to hide the smile that had crept onto his lips. The two could never look at one another in a serious situation without snickering.

Suddenly, Hermione Granger appeared at the bottom of the stairs, her fluffy cat Crookshanks at her feet. She smiled warmly and opened her mouth to say hello to Harry, but quickly snapped it shut when she noticed the tenseness in the room.

"Tell me what, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley repeated to her husband, in a dangerous sort of voice.

"It's nothing, Molly," mumbled Mr. Weasley, "Fred and George just - but I've had words with them."

"What have they done this time?" sighed Mrs.
Weasley. "If it's got anything to do with Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!"

Olympia glanced to Fred and George, noticing the two were red with embarrassment. "Perhaps we should start unpacking." Olympia interrupted to the room, looking to the lot of them. Each of them wore an uncomfortable expression with the situation at hand.

"And we'll set up the garden for dinner." Bill offered, Charlie nodding in agreement.

"Yes, agreed." Mr. Weasley grasped his hands together, rocking nervously back and forth from his toes to his heel.

Each of them began scrambling out of the kitchen.

"Yeah, we'll come too," called out George in an attempt to escape his mother's rage. Fred and George arose, beginning to waltz through the kitchen - but Mrs. Weasley grabbed both of them by their shirts. They stopped short, their faces paling.

"You stay where you are!" snarled Mrs. Weasley. Pulling them toward the living room, "couch! Now!" She demanded. They instantly plopped down in sync.

The group slowly edged out of the kitchen, and set off along the narrow hallway, and up the rickety staircase that zigzagged through the house to the upper stories.

"What are Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?" Harry asked as they climbed.

"So Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George's room," said Ron. "Great long price lists for stuff they've invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant, I never knew they'd been inventing all that..."

Olympia and Cassie glanced to one another, a bit shocked that none of the Weasley's knew until now. They'd known about the twin's inventions for years. It started when they were little.

"We've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things," said Ginny. "We thought they just liked the noise." she shrugged.

"Only, most of the stuff - well, all of it, really - was a bit dangerous," said Ron, "and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and Mum went mad at them. Told them they weren't allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the order forms. . .She's furious at them anyway. They didn't get as many O.W.L.s as she expected."

"That's last bit is not any of Harry's business Ronald." Olympia butted in, annoyed at him for mentioning Fred and George's grades.

O.W.L.s were Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the examinations Hogwarts students took at the age of fifteen.

"And then there was this huge fight," Ginny said, "because Mum wants them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop."

Cassie grinned at the mention of the twin's joke shop, it was an idea they came up with years ago.

Just then a door on the second landing opened, and a face poked out wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression.

"Hi, Percy," said Harry.

Atlas's head snapped up, making direct eye contact with Percy. A wide smile crept along his lips.

"Oh hello, Harry," said Percy. "I was wondering who was making all the noise. I'm trying to work in here, you know I've got a report to finish for the office - and it's rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs." He muttered, smiling softly at Atlas.

"We're not thundering, "said Ron irritably. "We're walking. Sorry if we've disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic."

Atlas began pulling his trunk toward Percy's doorway, Ron and Ginny awkwardly shared a knowing glance of the events that were within seconds of unfolding.

"Oh actually um-" Percy cleared his voice, "you're staying in the twin's room with Charlie."

Cassie and Olympia's brow knitted together, the two shared a confused look. Atlas and Percy always roomed together when he came to stay.

Atlas was taken aback, "What? Why?" he asked his best friend, "and where are Fred and George sleeping?"

"Um. Well. . . the floor, Ron's to be specific." Percy admitted, "you see I need my room to myself, I have so much work and all."

"Ah right. So you have work and the twins have to sleep on the floor, nice Percy. Big brother of the year award for you." Cassie hissed.

Olympia looked horrified a the idea. Fred and George sleeping on the floor? It was entirely unfair.

Atlas looked hurt more than anything, he simply looked down, continuing up the stairs to the twin's doorway and pushing himself inside. Achilles followed close behind him, but went up one more flight of stairs to Bill's room, that's where he always stayed.

"What are you working on?" Harry interrupted, attempting to defuse the tension.

"A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation," said Percy smugly. "We're trying to standardize cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin - leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three percent a year -"

"That'll change the world, that report will," said Olympia, crossing her arms across her chest. "Front page of the Daily Prophet, I expect, cauldron leaks." She added snottily.

Percy went slightly pink.

"You might sneer," he said heatedly, "but unless some sort of international law is imposed we might well find the market flooded with flimsy, shallow-bottomed products that seriously endanger -"

"Yeah, yeah, all right," said Ron, and he started off upstairs again. Percy slammed his bedroom door shut. As Harry, Hermione, Olympia, Cassie, and Ginny followed Ron up three more flights of stairs, shouts from the kitchen below echoed up to them.

It sounded as though Arthur had just broke the news to his wife about the toffees.

Olympia stopped, grabbing Cass's arm and waving Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny up the stairs. "Come on let's save em'." Olympia decided, setting her trunk down, before purposefully shoving it down the stairs. It tobbled down loudly, clothes flying everywhere.

Mr. Weasley hurried to the bottom of the stairs, "everything alright?" He called out anxiously.

"No it was too heavy, I hurt my wrist, and now all my things are~" Olympia cried out, forcing fake tears that appeared real. "Can you please get Fred and George?" she sobbed dramatically.

"Y-yes of course! Fred, George!" Mr. Weasley called out in a panic, running down the hall. He always had an odd thing about crying.

Within seconds Fred and George fully sprinted down the hall and halfway up the stairs, George's arms wrapped around Olympia's wrist. "Are you alright?" He asked worriedly.

"Of course I am." Olympia snorted, pulling her wrist from his grasp. Fred and George share a look of sheer confusion."Just had to save you of course, as always."

"You're bloody brilliant Ols." George thanked sincerely.

"Our hero!" Fred called out, he and George pulled her into a tight group hug.

"Get off me." Olympia groaned, pushing them away, "you both stink, go bathe."

"Only if you join." George shot back, earning a slap in the arm by Olympia.

"Oh in your dreams." Olympia huffed irritably, "Remind me to never save your arse again," she shot back directly to George. "Now, both of you help me with my things."

"How'd you know?" George snickered in response to her comment about his dreams, earning an annoyed eye roll from the Harrington sisters. He and Fred began picking up her things for her, Olympia and Cassie sat on the step, not caring to help and only watching them - it was payment for saving them you see.

"Oy Ols-" Fred called out, earning Olympia to glance toward him, "like our hats?" he called out. The two turned toward her, her bras draped over their red waves.

Olympia's jaw dropped in horror, her face flushing red. "Oh I should've left you two to your mum!" She hurled herself forward, ripping the clothing from their heads.

"Enjoy it, it's the closest you'll ever get to them."

"Mhm sure." George hummed, glancing toward Fred who gave him a wicked smirk.