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Privet Drive was the most gloomiest place on earth in Fred's opinion.
Not one house looks like they have a single soul like his and his twin's in it.
Privet Drive seemed to be a perfectly ordinary Muggle street lined with boring, boxy houses, that all the people in the street would find, homely, comfortable and a place for a family.
To Fred, there couldn't be a worse place to live.
The Weasleys, especially the twins, portrayed everything with bright colours, mostly autumn, if Fred was honest. This street, it looked like You-Know-Who and dementors had vomited all over the place and the residents had welcomed them with open arms.
Bunch of boring assholes.
"Hey." He heard his twin whisper next to him. "You reckon the Dursley's made the place like this."
Fred sniggered. "People were probably looking forward to the day that they moved out-"
"-Bet you a sickle that they held up signs going 'Good riddance'" George finished.
His twin was the absolute world to him. People often looked funny at them because of how close they were. People would think that they would want their own identities, be happy to actually get away from the other from time to time. But they met all the twin stereotypes. Matching clothes, in different colours most of the time. Together, 24/7. If anything happened to George, Fred didn't know what he would do. They were always Fred'n'George. A soul stitched together. Fred would feel empty without George. Most likely resolve to darkness.
George was the smarter twin. The shyer, quieter one. The one that stopped Fred from reverting to a bullying nature. The kinder one. George came up with all the ideas for the pranks, while Fred, he made them happen. And George was definitely the better beater. George was most likely an inch taller than him, but for Fred's modesty, often slouched. He was the skinnier one as well. That didn't change anything in Fred's opinion. Fred always thought that his twin was the better looking out of them all, even though he knew his twin didn't hold that about himself.
Ron came up from behind them. "You reckon they've left?"
George smirked. "Who the Dursley's? Hope not. Hope to give little old Dudley one more visit."
Ron laughed. "Wonder what we're gunna do if Harry don't agree with the plan, he's definitely not going to like it."
"Knock him out?" Fred grinned when he saw Hermione's shocked face in the corner of his eye. "Come on Granger, it doesn't do that much damage, does it Gred?"
George pretended to trip and fall face flat into the Dursley's lawn. "You don't notice it after a while guys." This comment had Fred in stitches, laughter echoing all around the dingy street.
Mad-eye Moody stepped in between the two, grabbing George's arm and hoisting him up. Out of the corner of Fred's eye, he saw George flinch the tiniest bit. Fred often got worried about him. He hasn't been the same since their 6th year.
"Sorry Weasley." Moody grunted. "But now's not the time for playing around. Let's get Potter safe, shall we?"
Fred heard the front door opening, hearing cheers and hugs as Harry greeted everyone.
"Not very good with security is he? You never know, one of us could be Voldemort in a mask and wig." George whispered.
Fred shuddered. "Don't go throwing his name around like that."
"Oh Forge." George shrugged. "Here I was thinking you were the daring one."
"Not at the moment. Can't believe they're separating us. We're 19. We know stuff."
George turned to Fred, his eyes looking as sad as his, and was about to say something, but then, they both got ushered into 4 Privet Drive.
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Harry does not like the plan.
To be honest, George doesn't either. It involves him and Fred getting separated. They've never got separated without their choice, and this, this was giving them no choice. It was a bit of a change, a change George didn't like, which is quite reasonable due to what he was diagnosed with in 6th year.
His mind kept spiralling into different possibilities. What if one of them didn't make it out alive? What if this plan failed? What if one of them got gravelly injured? What if...? What if...? What if...? What if...?
George was so lost in his own mind. He nearly didn't hear his twin speak. He didn't even know where the conversation had led to.
"Well none of us fancy it mate"
"Yeah what if something went wrong and we were stuck as a spawny specky git forever?" George bulged his eyes comically on the 'forever' part and he felt his twin look towards him with a smirk.
"No arguments!" Mad-eye interjected. "Now give me a few of your hairs and be done with it."
Harry didn't give it to him in the end, he had it ripped off by Hermione.
"Alright fake Potters. Line up."
George followed his twin, who stood himself right next to Moody.
"For those of you who haven't had Polyjuice before, fair warning, it tastes like goblin piss." Moody said, handing the bottle to Fred.
"Had much experience of that, have you Mad-Eye?" Fred enquired in what appeared to be a sincere tone. George's smile widened, as Mad-Eye was undeniably unimpressed. "Just trying to diffuse the tension," Fred responded in a sing song manner. As Fred started to drink the potion, George began to panic, should he just hand it to the next person and protect Fred? He shut down the thought as his twin handed him the potion whilst immediately sinking from 6'3 to 5'5. Which George followed 10 seconds later. Always the late twin. He was born 13 seconds later than Fred, which Fred often joked about.
As soon as George knew he was transformed, he looked at Fred, who was already looking at him and-
"Wow, we're identical."
"Not yet your not." Moody threw clothes at everyone and ordered for them to get changed.
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A few minutes later, they were all standing outside, Fred and George next to each other.
"I don't want to get separated." Fred whispered, looking down. Their hands were intertwined, they weren't afraid to show emotion at this type of scenario.
"Me neither, Freddie." George looked at Fred. "But it's to keep Harry safe, yeah?"
Fred returned the gaze. "Yeah, but I can't kee-"
Mad-eye interrupted everyone. "Alright, I want everyone to leave at the same time. Everyone get ready."
Fred and George looked at each other, for the final time, they didn't know. They both knew how afraid the other was of losing the other. The only other time they had been apart was their argument at the Yule Ball, and that made them both break. It took ages for them to get each other back to normal. Everyone thought they were losing the Weasley Twins that year, and it would've been a tragedy for everyone. If one of them leaves permanently, Hogwarts, their family, friends, even the wizarding community wouldn't know what to do. Then everybody got on their methods of transport, ready for the take off.
Moody stood in front of them. "Good luck everyone. On the count of three"
"One" The Twins eyes met each others.
"Two"
'Shit, I'm not ready' Both thought.
"Three"
And they were off into the night.