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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. Olympia 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.

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

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖. Olympia and Cassiopeia had spent that last half hour sitting in Ginny's room talking. Meanwhile Fred and George had escaped to their room, more than likely to try and conceal any more of their Weasley Wizard Wheezes.

Olympia and Cassie made their way down the rickety staircase, and down the windy hallway. There Mrs. Weasley stood alone in the kitchen, looking extremely bad-tempered. A few moments later Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny joined them in the doorway.

"We're eating out in the garden," she said when they came in. "There's just not room for fifteen people in here. Could you take the plates outside, girls? Bill and Charlie are setting up the tables. Knives and forks, please, you two," she said to Ron and Harry, pointing her wand a little more vigorously than she had intended at a pile of potatoes in the sink, which shot out of their skins so fast that they ricocheted off the walls and ceiling.

"Oh for heaven's sake," she snapped, now directing her wand at a dustpan, which hopped off the sideboard and started skating across the floor, scooping up the potatoes.

"Those two!" She burst out savagely, now pulling pots and pans out of a cupboard, and they all knew she meant Fred and George. "I don't know what's going to happen to them, I really don't. No ambition, unless you count making as much trouble as they possibly can...."

Mrs. Weasley slammed a large copper saucepan down on the kitchen table and began to wave her wand around inside it. A creamy sauce poured from the wand tip as she stirred.

"It's not as though they haven't got brains, she continued irritably, taking the saucepan over to the stove and lighting it with a further poke of her wand, "but they're wasting them, and unless they pull themselves together soon, they'll be in real trouble. I've had more owls from Hogwarts about them than the rest put together. If they carry on the way they're going, they'll end up in front of the Improper Use of Magic Office." She ranted.

Olympia and Cassie uncomfortably shifted in their spots, hating to hear such things said about their best friends. But knowing that they couldn't say a thing. Calling Ron out was one thing, but Mrs. Weasley? Oy that'd be completely mental.

Mrs. Weasley jabbed her wand at the cutlery drawer, which shot open. The children jumped out of the way as several knives soared out of it, flew across the kitchen, and began chopping the potatoes, which had just been tipped back into the sink by the dustpan.

"I don't know where we went wrong with them," said Mrs. Weasley, putting down her wand and starting to pull out still more saucepans. "It's been the same for years, one thing after another, and they won't listen to - OH NOT AGAIN!" She had picked up her wand from the table, and it had emitted a loud squeak and turned into a giant rubber mouse. "One of their fake wands again!" she shouted. "How many times have I told them not to leave them lying around?" she grabbed her real wand and turned around to find that the sauce on the stove was smoking.

"C'mon," Ron said hurriedly to the group, seizing a handful of cutlery from the open drawer, "let's go and help Bill and Charlie."

They left Mrs. Weasley in her rage and headed out the back door into the yard.

They had only gone a few paces when Hermione's bandy-legged ginger cat, Crookshanks, came pelting out of the garden, bottle-brush tail held high in the air, chasing what looked like a muddy potato on legs. The gnomes had infested the Weasley's garden a few months ago. Barely ten inches high, its horny little feet pattered very fast as it sprinted across the yard and dived headlong into one of the Wellington boots that lay scattered around the door.

Olympia could hear the gnome giggling madly as Crookshanks inserted a paw into the boot, trying to reach it. Meanwhile, a very loud crashing noise was coming from the other side of the house. The source of the commotion was revealed as they entered the garden, and saw that Bill and Achilles both had their wands out, and were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the other's out of the air. Atlas and Charlie were cheering, Ginny was laughing, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge, apparently torn between amusement and anxiety.

Bill's table caught Achille's with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead, and they all looked up to see Percy's head poking out of a window on the second floor. "Will you keep it down?!" he bellowed.

"Sorry, Perce," said Bill half heartedly, grinning up at his younger brother.

"How're the cauldron bottoms coming on?" Atlas called out.

"Very badly," said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut. Chuckling, Bill and Achilles directed the tables safely onto the grass, end to end, and then, with a flick of his wand, Bill reattached the table leg and conjured tablecloths from nowhere.

𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐎'𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊, the two tables were groaning under dishes and dishes of Mrs. Weasley's excellent cooking. It was her staple, chicken and ham pie, boiled potatoes, and salad. Along with a giant platter of heart shaped cookies.

Olympia curiously glanced to the empty seat next to her. George was yet to get to arrive to the table. He was barely late. She leaned toward Fred, whom sat one seat over from her, next to George's empty one.

"Where is he?" She questioned, Fred opened his mouth to answer but before he got a word out a hand laid atop Olympia's shoulder.

"Right there." Fred answers sarcastically, George peered down at Olympia with a widened grin.

Olympia noticed his hair was slightly damp, he had bathed. . . That's why he was late.

Olympia simply looked down to her plate, attempting to hide the soft smile that danced along her lips.

George noticed her soft smile, so did Fred. As he sat down next to her, he looked to Fred with a victorious smirk.

In the middle of the table, Mrs. Weasley was arguing with Bill about his earring, which seemed to be a recent acquisition. " . . . with a horrible great fang on it. Really, Bill, what do they say at the bank?"

"Mum, no one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure," said Bill patiently.

"Language." Mr. Weasley called out to his son.

"And your hair's getting silly, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, fingering her wand lovingly. "I wish you'd let me give it a trim. . . you two need one too." She pointed her wand at Fred and George, except no longer not so lovingly.

"I like it," said Ginny, who was sitting beside Bill. "You're so old-fashioned, Mum. Anyway, it's nowhere near as long as Professor Dumbledore's. . ."

Fred and George ignored their mother's comment. Out of sheer irritation at his mother, George's grips on his fork tightened, his knuckles whitening.

Fred noticed his twin's frustration, he felt it too - their mum had been up their arses all summer. It was one thing to call them out in private. But it was just embarrassing to do it in front of others. She pushed them relentlessly to follow their father's footsteps and join the ministry. Fred and George loathed the idea. Sitting in an office all day doing nothing they truly had a passion for? It sounded like pure torture.

"So," Fred broke the tension, "who do you reckon will win?"

"It's got to be Ireland," said Charlie thickly, through a mouthful of potato. "They flattened Peru in the semifinals."

"Bulgaria has got Viktor Krum, though," said Fred.

"Krum's one decent player, Ireland has got seven," argued Charlie shortly. "I wish England had got through. That was embarrassing, that was."

"What happened?" said Harry eagerly, regretting more than ever his isolation from the wizarding world when he was stuck on Privet Drive.

"Went down to Transylvania, three hundred and ninety to ten," said Charlie gloomily. "Shocking performance. And Wales lost to Uganda, and Scotland was slaughtered by Luxembourg."

Mr. Weasley conjured up candles to light the darkening garden before they had their homemade strawberry ice cream, paired with heart shaped cookies, and by the time they had finished, moths were fluttering low over the table, and the warm air was perfumed with the smells of grass and honeysuckle. Olympia was feeling extremely well fed and at peace with the world as she watched several gnomes sprinting through the rosebushes, laughing madly and closely pursued by Crookshanks. Mrs. Weasley hated the lil buggers, they were pests to her vegetables, but Olympia found them downright adorable.

"Look at the time," Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, checking her wristwatch. "You really should be in bed, the whole lot of you you'll be up at the crack of dawn to get to the Cup. Harry, if you leave your school list out, I'll get your things for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I'm getting everyone else's. There might not be time after the World Cup, the match went on for five days last time."

"Wow - hope it does this time!" said Harry enthusiastically.

"Well, I certainly don't," said Percy sanctimoniously. "I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days."

"Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred.

"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!"said Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!"

"It was," George whispered to Olympia as they got up from the table. "We sent it." He and Fred said in sync.

Olympia couldn't help but snicker. Percy definitely deserved it. Ever since he graduated and got that job at the ministry he had been an entirely different Percy than she remembered.

"I can't believe the two of you have to sleep on the floor because of his work." Olympia sneered angrily as she, Fred, George, and Cassie made their ways into the burrow.

"They told you about that ey?" George sighed, a look of embarrassment flashing across his face. "It's just for one night it's not a big deal." He added.

"But it is." Olympia set her plate down into the sink with a loud clank, "you're not dogs!" Her tone immediately quieted as the rest of the group entered through the doorway.

"Tell her that. She barks enough orders at us that we may as well be." Fred muttered lowly under his breath. Only loud enough for the four of them to hear.

George sighed, setting his plates down, and with a flick of his wand wiped them, and all the other dishes in the sink clean - in an attempt to avoid their mother adding another bullet into the already smoking gun.

Olympia instantly reached into the sink, pulling the now clean dishes out and using the dish towel next to the sink to dry them. "Thanks." George smiled to her, picking up another dish towel from the cabinet to help her.

Cassie and Hermione hurried up the stairs, whispering and giggling to Ginny about something. Ron and Harry followed close after, trying hopelessly to get the girls to explain whatever it is they were giggling about.

"I've gotta beat Percy to the bath if I want any hot water." Fred announced, leaving the kitchen.

Suddenly, more and more dishes began piling up on the counter as the lot of em came in from dinner. "Ah Olympia how kind of you!" Mrs. Weasley thanked, ignoring George's efforts. He let out a sharp inhale, dropping the dish towel in hand at the sight of all the extra dishes dropped off. Olympia whipped out her wand, levitating the plates from the counter and into the sink.

"Goodnight deary." She kissed Olympia on the forehead, ignoring George, and walking straight to her room.

Mr. Weasley sighed, gently laying a hand on George's lower back. "Thank you." He said sincerely to his son, offering him a weak smile.

"Goodnight." George simply dismissed father, feeling downright hurt by his own mother. And angry at his father for her even finding out in the first place.

Mr. Weasley sighed, following after Molly into their bedroom.

Olympia would usually have something to say, as she often did, so before she had the chance George went ahead and warned "now's not the time for a shitty comment."

Olympia's mouth parted, "George I wasn't going to~"

"Sorry." George interrupted her, immediately feeling bad for his actions. "That was a shitty comment." He faulted himself in reference to his own words about his own statement.

Olympia chuckled, "yes it was."

The two silently dried the dishes, glancing back and forth and sharing a smile every now and then.

Olympia longed to reach out and give him a hug, she could tell how much this truly affected him, Fred too. They both got reminded on the daily how their mother found them disappointing. "George." She softly broke the silence.

"Hm?"

"You're not a disappointment. And I think your inventions are ingenious." Olympia stated.

George stopped midway through drying the last dish in hand, his breath hitching. Then, his shoulders dropped ever so slightly, and it was as if a huge burden had been lifted from him. "Thanks." He replied, his tone almost a whisper.

The two stared at one another, a silent tension floating in between them. George began to take a step closer to her before suddenly, the door from the back yard opened, revealing Bill, Achilles, and Charlie waltzing in, with a quaffle tucked neatly under Achilles arm. "Care to get a quick game of Quodpot in with us Georgie?"

"It's late." Olympia reminded, "and we're leaving at the ass crack of dawn so."

"Ols is right." George decided, putting up the last dish into the cabinet above him. "And I'm a bit tired anyway."

"If ya say so!" Charlie bellowed, the three men went back into the garden. Laughing into the night.

"I'm surprised." Olympia admitted, George looked over to her, raising a brow.

"About what?"

"You, making a mature decision to stay in." She pointed out.

When he wasn't in the presence of Fred, George seemed to be a bit more relaxed, far more mature even. Out of the two, Fred was the ring leader, George was the follower. But George never minded, he enjoyed sitting back while Fred spoke for the two of them.

"A year ago you'd be off with them right now, despite it being a bad decision."

"I'm full of surprises." George stated matter of factly.

Olympia glanced up at him, watching his eyes fixate on her, a smirk toying at the corner of her lips. He reached out, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but begin to feel butterflies beat around vigorously in her stomach, which was odd - George Weasley had never made her feel so, nervous. . . So, captivated.

George's amber brown gaze intertwined with her own soft blue eyes. "You're awfully flirty tonight." Olympia called him out, attempting to hide the fact that he made her nervous. He'd never let her live it down. But that's the funny thing, he could already tell. He saw right through her facade.

"I have no idea what you're implying." George responded coolly, playing innocent. Though in no situation was George Weasley ever innocent.

"Mhm sure." Olympia deadpanned with a soft chuckle, "well I better be off to bed. Long day ahead." She breathed out.

George nodded in agreement, "I'm gonna clean up a little more. I doubt it'll make a difference to her you know she's always - " he stopped, deciding against dampening the mood, "not important." He took a step forward, pulling Olympia into a hug, "goodnight Ols, sleep tight."

Olympia hugged him back, inhaling the sweet scent of cinnamon and spice. The Weasley's soap with cinnamon scented, if it wasn't obvious Molly had a favorite scent.

When she pulled away those same butterflies returned, fluttering around in her gut, beating against her ribcage as if begging to escape. "Goodnight." She said, pulling away from the hug and leaving the kitchen, down the windy hall, up the rickety staircase, and into Ginny's room.

The Burrow
Village of Ottery St Catchpole
- Devon, England
( August 29th, 1994. )

𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏. "Up, up, good-morning girls!" Mrs. Weasley stirred Olympias, Cassie, Ginny, and Hermione all awake. She left the room the second she saw them open their eyes - more than likely making the rounds to wake up the whole house.

Olympia groggily pulled her clothes on, her and Cass didn't share a word - it was barely four in the morning and entirely too early to chit chat.

Ginny let out an irritated groan, plopping her head back into her pillow. "Hermione and I will be down later." She mumbled.

Hermione stifled a yawn as she slowly crawled off of the air mattress on the floor and to her bag.

Olympia and Cassie headed out the room, the second they did so they crashed into Fred, George, Harry, Atlas, and Ron.

Fred and George reached out to steady Olympia and Cassie, who were still half asleep.

"Oy! Watch where you're going!" Ron muttered grumpily.

"Shut up Ron. It's too early." Cassie stated rudely, shoving past Ron and down the stairs.

They were met with the smell of warm cinnamon rolls and porridge. Mrs. Weasley stirred the contents of a large pot on the stove, while Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a sheaf of large parchment tickets.

They all sat down at the table, eyes squinted in exhaustion. "Where're Bill and Achilles and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy" said George, failing to stifle a huge yawn.

"Well, they're Apparating, aren't they?" said Mrs. Weasley, heaving the large pot over to the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls, she then used her wand and dropped a cinnamon roll on each of their plates. "So they can have a bit of a lie-in."

"So they're still in bed?" said Fred grumpily, a hint of jealousy in his tone. He and George pulled theirs bowls of porridge toward themselves in perfect sync. "Why can't we Apparate too?"

"Because you're not of age and you haven't passed your test," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "And where is Hermione and Ginny?" She bustled out of the kitchen and they heard her climbing the stairs.

"You have to pass a test to Apparate?" Harry asked, still lacking knowledge on a lot of the wizarding world and all its wonders.

"Oh yes," said Mr. Weasley, tucking the tickets safely into the back pocket of his jeans. "The Department of Magical Transportation had to fine a couple of people the other day for Apparating without a license. It's not easy, Apparition, and when it's not done properly it can lead to nasty complications. This pair I'm talking about went and splinched themselves."

Everyone around the table except Harry winced.

"Er, splinched?" questioned Harry.

"They left half of themselves behind," said Mr. Weasley, now spooning large amounts of treacle onto his porridge. "So, of course, they were stuck. Couldn't move either way. Had to wait for the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to sort them out. Meant a fair old bit of paperwork, I can tell you, what with the Muggles who spotted the body parts they'd left behind....."

"Were they okay?" he asked, startled.

"Oh yes," said Mr. Weasley matter-of-factly. "But they got a heavy fine, and I don't think they'll be trying it again in a hurry. You don't mess around with Apparition. There are plenty of adult wizards who don't bother with it. Prefer brooms - slower, but safer."

"But Bill, Charlie, Achilles, and Percy can all do it?" Harry asked curiously.

"Charlie had to take the test twice," called out Fred, grinning. "He failed the first time. Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor old dear doing her shopping, remember?"

"Yes, well, he passed the second time," said Mrs. Weasley, marching back into the kitchen amid hearty sniggers.

"Percy only passed two weeks ago," said George. "He's been Apparating downstairs every morning since, just to prove he can."

There were footsteps down the passageway and Hermione and Ginny came into the kitchen, both looking pale and drowsy.

"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny complained, rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table.

"We've got a bit of a walk," said Mr. Weasley.

"Walk?!" said Cass in a shock.

"What, are we walking to the World Cup?" Olympia added, sharing her twin's concern.

"No, no, that's miles away," said Mr. Weasley, smiling. "We only need to walk a short way-"

Suddenly, Mrs. Weasley's voice boomed through the kitchen. "George!" interrupted Mrs. Weasley sharply, and they all jumped.

"What?" said George, in an innocent tone that deceived nobody. He put his hands up in defense and sheer confusion.

"What is that in your pocket?" She demanded, grabbing his arm and forcing him up from the table. Fred's face visibly paled, the two were definitely hiding something.

"Nothing!" George defended, uncomfortably sharing a glance with Fred.

"Don't you lie to me!" Mrs. Weasley scolded. She pointed her wand at George's pocket and said, "Accio!"

Several small, brightly colored objects zoomed out of George's pocket; he made a grab for them but missed, and they sped right into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand. "We told you to destroy them!" said Mrs. Weasley furiously, holding up what were unmistakably more Ton-Tongue Toffees. "We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets, go on, both of you!"

Fred and George let out exasperated sighs of pure mental exhaustion. They had worked hard on those taffies.

It was an unpleasant scene; the twins had evidently been trying to smuggle as many toffees out of the house as possible, and it was only by using her Summoning Charm that Mrs. Weasley managed to find them all.

"Accio! Accio! Accio!" she shouted, and toffees zoomed from all sorts of unlikely places, including the lining of George's jacket and the turn-ups of Fred's jeans. Who knows where else they had other things hidden.

"We spent six months developing those!" Fred shouted at his mother as she threw the toffees away. George wore an expression of disdain upon his face.

"Oh a fine way to spend six months!" she shrieked. "No wonder you didn't get more O.W.L.s!" She raised her wand, pointing it into the bin, "reducto!"

Fred and George's faces reddened, glancing around the room in shock before they both grabbed their plates and left the kitchen without another word.

Olympia and Cassie glanced pitifully after them, feeling downright awful about it all.

Even an hour later, the atmosphere was still unfriendly as they took their departure. Mrs. Weasley was still glowering as she kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek, though not nearly as much as the twins, who had each hoisted their rucksacks onto their backs and walked out without a word to her.

"Well, have a lovely time, and behave yourselves," she called after the twins' retreating backs, but they did not look back or answer. "I'll send Bill, Charlie, Achilles, and Percy along around midday," Molly said to Arthur, as he, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Atlas, Cassie, Olympia and Ginny set off across the dark yard after Fred and George.

It was chilly and the moon was still out. Only a dull, greenish tinge along the horizon to their right showed that daybreak was drawing closer.

"Fred, George!" called out Cassie, the two girls jogging to catch up with them.

"I can't believe her!" The second they got next to them Fred immediately began ranting. "Did you know she still mixes us up? Father too! They both do!" Fred was fuming, his face red hot with anger, George said nothing, his eyes fixated on the ground as he walked. "I'm sick and tired of this!" He whisper yelled, so his father wouldn't hear since he wasn't too far behind.

George flinched at his twin's comment, visibly hurt at the fact.

"I mean we try and do something good yknow? Raise a little money. We need it, the whole family. George's shoes are tearing at the soles and Mum can't afford a new pair, but won't let us raise our own money!" Fred continued his ranting, with more than likely no end for a whole.

"I'm sorry." Olympia whispered to George, gently nudging his arm with her shoulder. He looked down offering only a weak smile in response. She could tell how much this affected him. That's how she knew the two were really truly hurting. Fred reacted with anger when he was hurt, George went silent.

Olympia and Cassie look to each other with sad expression, feeling horrible for how Fred and George were being treated. They were the last to even begin to deserve it.