Whoa, There Are Two Of You? [Fred&George Love Story]

"Oh, are you ready yet? We must get on soon!" Rita asked her twin sister in desperation, dragging her large trunk to their bedroom door, the trunk making more tracks on the hardwood floor.

"Oh, where are my socks? I'm in need of those socks!" Shea exclaimed, throwing the coverings off her bed in exasperation, looking for it in a hurry. Her eyes were wide and rushed, and she looked extremely annoyed.

"I think they are under your bed." Rita sighed, leaning against the door of their bedroom. Shea is so irresponsible! Rita thought to herself as Shea nearly threw herself under her bed.

"Umm..." Shea mumbled, pulling the red and gold socks out from under her bed. She giggled, "Thanks, Rita." She quickly put them on and then put on her dark black flats. She smiled sheepishly.

"I know. Can we go now?" Rita replied impatiently, drumming her long, slender fingers against her own trunk.

"Let me pack this up!" Shea said, carefully folding the Gryffindor Flag from her wall above her bed, and setting it carefully in her trunk. Then she put her drawings in her trunk, and then finally she packed her necklace, the gold one with a red lion face on it.

"Now we can go." Shea decided, nodding and dragging her trunk to the door with her sister. She smiled widely, looking proud that she'd finally finished, when Rita finished 3 minutes ago.

"Honestly, you are the slowest packer I have ever met." Rita told her twin in annoyance, opening their door and lugging it down the stairs before Shea.

"Well if you hadn't kept me up all night with all that ruckus-" Shea began, but Rita interrupted her, "I was packing! At 7:00 AM!"

Shea rolled her eyes, "That is considered night," and continued walking down the stairs. They entered the kitchen at the same time and both dropped their trunks before them.

"Morning, mum." Shea greeted happily, smiling at their mother as she bustled around the kitchen.

"Oh, hello dears. Oh, mind your heads!" Their mother said quickly as William flew down the stairs and onto the window's sill. William was the family owl. He was a dark brown with white specks around his wide dark eyes. He was rather intelligent and Rita used him a lot to message her best friends.

Shea and Rita both ducked to avoid William and then both whipped up at the same exact time. This often happened; the twins doing things at the exact same time.

"Trevor! Are you ready yet?" Their mother yelled up the stairs, passing them. Shea sat down at their brown, wooden table on the right side. Their kitchen, like the rest of the downstairs of their house, was small and cramped.

The stove was on and breakfast was quickly being made by their mother's advanced magic. She started to walk up the stairs and yelling for Trevor, their 16 year old brother.

"Twin," Shea addressed Rita, "Are we going to be late?" Rita checked her watch, calculated the times, and a few seconds later replied, "We need to leave in 5 minutes."

"When's Trevor coming down?" Shea asked her, raising her eyebrow challengingly. Rita rolled her eyes, and they both started counting down, "10...9...8...7..." Shea increased her voice for her favourite number, "6!"

Rita rolled her eyes, "5...4..." then her voice increased for her favourite number, "3!" and together they counted down to one, and in the same second Trevor nearly fell down the stairs.

He cussed silently, shaking his hair out of his eyes. "Oh, watch your mouth!" Their mum scolded as she walked over to the stove. She quickly served Rita her favourite breakfast, strictly buttered toast, orange juice, and an apple. She was a vegetarian, and then she gave Shea her favourite, meat filled breakfast with milk.

Shea and Rita both drank first, and then Rita ate her toast. Shea ate her bacon. Trevor grabbed a piece of bacon and dragged his trunk over to the door of their house. He yawned and stretched his arms.

Trevor looked more like their Mom. With the sandy brown/blond shaggy hair, his crystal blue eyes, and his thin, lean body. He acted a lot like Dad, though. His carefree, lazy way of living, yet he's extremely studious.

Shea finished slowly and Rita made a distressed sound, "We need to leave now if we want to catch the train, Trevor wants to find Marissa-" Trevor yelped, "Shut up!" but Rita continued as if he hadn't spoken, "I need to find Olive and Bruno, and Shea needs to find Felicity and Annabelle."

Their mum looked at the clock, then nodded, "Of course, of course. You lot, in the car now, the trunks can all fit in the rear, I believe...oh, Shea, dear, just take it in the car!"

They all shuffled out of the little house as soon as the stove clicked off. Shea gobbled up her remaining bacon and quickly slid the plate back into the house just as her mum shut the door.

"SHOTGUN!" Trevor exclaimed as soon as his trunk was tucked safely into the rear of their car. Shea groaned, "I hate you!"

"Shea, get in the car!" Rita exclaimed in worry from the back seat. "Alright, alright," Shea muttered, climbing into the back seat of their perfectly sized family car. Their mother quickly started the car as soon as Shea was buckled.

"Remind me, Twin, why we're taking the Muggle way?" Shea grumbled, brushing her hair until it was wavy and decent.

"For your own protection, children." Their mother replied, suddenly very alert and sitting up straight. Shea rolled her eyes, and so did Trevor.

"Mum, we're fine." Trevor assured her, rubbing his eyes with his wrist as he stared out the window tiredly.

"That's what your father thought!" She replied, sounding slightly hysterical. The car went silent as that passed through their minds.

Rita's eyes slightly closed as she tried not to think about that day. But she did anyway...

"Daddy! Put me down!" the little girl screamed, her face stretched in a gleeful grin as her father spun her around. "Alright, Shea," he laughed, but then she shook her head, "No, no! Don't!" He grinned and spun her around some more. Another little girl who looked just like Shea trampled down the stairs that her father had promised to fix. She grinned up at her father, "Daddy! I finished another book!" The father exclaimed, "That's great, Rita!" He said happily, his voice deep. Trevor trampled down the stairs, his long legs made him look awkward. He smiled at his father, "When do you have to get to work?" His father looked stressed suddenly, his youthful face turning wise and matured, "Five minutes!" He set Shea down and kissed them all on their foreheads. "Honey!" He called around the house. Their mother ran down the steps, and hugged him, "Need any help getting there?" He laughed, walking over to the door, "I'll be fine, honey!"

He never returned. The next day the papers told them how he had been killed by Death Eaters rebelling against the Ministry, where he worked. Rita shivered, and Shea lightly patted her twin on the shoulder.

"Are we there yet?" Trevor asked after a moment, his voice was dry and cracked. All their voices got cracked when they were sad, or about to cry, or just cried. It ran in the family.

"Nearly, nearly." Their mother murmured, and Shea quickly changed the situation, "So, guys, let's go! Get excited! We're going to Hogwarts! We're going BACK!"