A Laugh From Love (A Fred Weasley Love Story)

I walked onto Platform 9 3/4. I was not ready to transfer to Hogwarts, but I figured since I had to, I would. I sighed, pulling my noisy meowing cat, who I had named Bash, seeing as she broke nearly everything I owned, and trunk behind me.
I was wearing comfortable jeans and a T-shirt with a bit of red lipstick, the only make-up I really cared for.
I soon crashed into a bench, being me, and I fell with a loud thud to the floor. Bash meowed loudly and angirly, and I sighed, seeing my things strewn all across the ground.
"Need a hand?" Came a voice.
I looked up to see a red-headed boy with brown eyes smiling down on me.
"It'd be appreciated, yeah," I said, my thick French accent coming out with my words.
"Your not from here, are you?"
"No. I'm from Beauxbatons. And I'm bloody mad that my mum made me transfer."
"Why is that random-stranger-girl-who's-name-I-do-not-know?"
"Oh, sorry," I said, sticking my hand out for him to shake, "Alexandra Amanda Azura. Yes, all A's. Currently aware of my own initials."
The boy smirked at me and said, "Fred Weasley. Pleasure."
I smiled back at him and continued to pick up my things.
Soon Bash was meowing angirly again and I shouted, "Shut up you noisy little cat! Why did mum make me get a cat? Why not an owl? So much quieter than a stupid kitten!"
Fred laughed at me, saying, "You love your cat, I take it."
"Oh Bash can be sweet, but she's normally loud and annoying. She also has a knack for destroying my things."
Fred helped me up when we had picked up my things.
"So, what year are you going into Alexandra?"
"Call me Alex. And I'm going into my fourth but first year at Hogwarts."
"Well then lucky you, you get to be in the same year as me and my twin brother, George."
"Lord there's another one of you?"
"Is that a bad thing?"
"I'd imagine it gives your mum a head-ache. And let me guess, identical twins?"
"How'd you know?"
I was silent, then said softly, "Cause I guessed. I had a triplet brother and sister once."
"What happened to them?" Fred asked as we stepped on the train, and we absentmindedly sat in a compartment together.
"Voldemort killed them. I saw them die. Kathy was the first to go.. She was identical to me. And then Luke went. Killing Curse at first."
Fred winced at 'Voldemort', then looked at me with sincere eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"Why be sorry for the memories of the past when today is a memory of tomorrow?"
Fred responded softly, "Because if today is a memory of tomorrow, we must make it a memory of yesterday."
I smiled, "Smarter than you appear Mr. Weasley."
"Well, do you want to get out of this compartment before my brother finds us together and thinks we're snogging?"
I laughed as I responded, "Sure."
"Do you want to sit with George, Lee, and I?"
"If I'm not a bother to you, then yes."
"Why would you be a bother to me, Alex?" Fred asked as we stepped out of the compartment.
"I don't know. Because I speak my mind and I mostly speak in riddles. I mean, to most people, that's annoying and I become a bother."
"To me, speaking your mind is something people need to do more often in this world. Most people keep their mouths closed all day and never speak their minds. You are different like that. And difference is unique."
I smiled, then I saw an exact replica of Fred, who I guessed to be George, walk out of a compartment.
"There you are Fred! I see.. You were off snogging this beauty here," George said and nudged Fred in the shoulder
Fred slapped George on the shoulder and George rolled his eyes, then stuck out his hand for me to shake.
"George Weasley. Pleasure."
"Alexandra Amanda Azura."
"So, you gonna bring her into our compartment or go back to snogging her in another?" George asked, winking.
Fred and I turned red.
"You have an... Odd sense of style," George commented, making me smile.
"Why thank you," I replied with a smile, and I curtsied.
"It truly is," Fred said (gr) after looking me over.
We stepped into the compartment, and I saw a boy with a tarantella sitting in there.
"Alex, this is Lee Jordan, Lee, this is Alexandra Amanda Azura."
Lee stood up, spider on his arm, and shook my hand.
"Cute spider," I said.
"Darn it why do you not find it scary?" Lee asked angirly.
"I grew up in a house with six brothers, seven actually and one sister but they... Never mind. Point is, you learn to either love being a tom-boy, or deal with it. And I chose to love being a tom-boy."
Lee smiled, "She's a keeper Fred."
I rolled my eyes as Fred turned red (lol, rhyme), and sat down by the window and looked out, and put a Muggle contraption I had bought, called an iPod on my lap and turned it on, and put the head-phones on.
The song that came on was "Thinking of You" by Katy Perry. And I couldn't help but sing along.
I heard silence fill the compartment as I sang. I finished softly, and turned to the silent compartment, as red as a cherry.
Then Fred, George, and Lee stood up and clapped. So I couldn't resist, and I stood up with a smirk and curtsied.
"You sing then?" Fred asked, sitting down next to me.
"Yup! Play guitar and piano too. Brought my guitar with me if you wanna hear something."
"Let's hear it when we get back to school," Fred responded with a smile.
Soon enough, we were joking around and talking like we had all known each other for all our lives.
"So Lee? George? Do you guys think she is worthy?" Fred asked them with a serious look.
"Am I worthy enough for what?" I asked.
"She has the humor, she could be a real prankster. She's probably going to be sorted into Gryffindor.. She's also smart so she could let us copy off of her homework," Lee said, and then began to think.
"Oh hell no spider-man. I ain't lettin' you people copy off of my homework."
"Whatever. I think she's worthy Fred," George said.
"I think she is too," Lee said after another moment of thought.
"Congratulations Alex! You get to be classified as our friend. Note that this is only given to those with a brilliant humor, and that's normally boys. You shall be a prankster at Hogwarts if you agree. If not... Then.. We understand."
"Hell ya I agree!" I said with a laugh.
Right on time, we pulled up to Hogwarts. I walked out and followed the first years, feeling like a giant among midgets, and stood in the Great Hall.
"We're going to start off with a transfer from Beauxbatons this fine evening," the headmaster, Dumbledore, said.
I smiled as he called out, "Alexandra Azure?"
I stepped up and sat on the stool, and the hat was placed on my head.
I could feel it prying into my brain, and truthfully, it hurt.
So, what preferences do you have? It asked.
First off. YOU BLOODY TALK. And second off. HI!
Hi. Now answer my bloody question asks the bloody talking hat.
Well where would I fit in best? I asked.
Not Hufflepuff... To mischievous... Not Ravenclaw.. Your smart, and smart enough for it, but you just don't concentrate enough..... So Slytherin or Gryffindor. Which do you prefer?
I would prefer Gryffindor.. But not all Slytherins are evil, are the Mr. Hat?
I like that name.. And no. So which do you want? It's up to you. Your fate is in your own hands..
I think I'd be better off in Slytherdor.
Mr. Hat laughed at the joke, his laugh echoining of the walls.
"Oh my god this girl is a Gryffindor!" The hat said through laughter.
I walked down happily to the table that was cheering, and took my rightful place in between Fred and George, knowing this was going to be a lovely place for me to be.