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Hugh Jackman as Bill Weasley, anyone?

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Professor Dumbledore Looking for Horcruxes

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Inspired by "Unspeakably Desirable" by JamieOlivier <3

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Fabian && Gideon Prewett

“Gideon Prewett, it took FIVE Death Eaters to KILL him and his brother Fabian, they FOUGHT like heroes…”

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Date Night

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The Marauders Wall of London

Part 1|Part 2

“We can make a map of London,” Peter pipes up.

Everyone turns to him and the shy man turns red.

James and Sirius would usually break out into sarcasm by this point, but since this is the first meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, the four friends are eager to prove their worth despite being younger than all the other participants. Remus is strategically placed to step on toes anyway to prevent ill-timed comments.

“A map of London?” Fabian Prewett asks. “What good would that do?”

Peter is too shy to answer him, but Remus comes to his rescue. Remus is good with that.

“I think I understand what you mean, Wormtail,” the werewolf says instead of answering the redhead. “But the only reason we were able to make a map of Hogwarts was because we explored it – every inch of it.”

Minerva Mcgonagall can’t help the snort that escapes her and all four mischief makers turn to look at her with involuntary guilt.

“No,” she says, amusement in her voice. “It’s just nice to have a theory proven right. Go on. This is interesting. It’s wonderful to see you boys applying your education in…creative pursuits.”

They all blush. They can’t help it. It’s only been a few months since graduation.

“A map of London,” Dumbledore muses. “It would be great tactical advantage of course despite several houses being Unplottable.”

Sirius looks confused. “It’s not just that. If we do it right, it would show everyone in the map. It’s a map that never lies.”

There is astounded silence at that.

“Do you mean to tell me,” Edgar Bones says eventually. “That you four managed to make a Hogwarts version of that?”

Sirius shrugs modestly. James can’t help a snort of laughter at that and Remus’s shoulders are already shaking. Peter is quiet, but then again, Peter is always quiet.

“But it’ll take an enormous amount of work,” Remus adds. “We managed to do Hogwarts through two years of exploration. London…is bigger. But we’ll have plenty more free time.”

“I don’t think we can use parchment this time,” James muses. “The logistics alone…maybe a wall? Which wall, do you think?”

As one, the Marauders look to the Headmaster of Hogwarts, who is watching the boys with fondness.

“You can use the Order safehouse,” he answers the unspoken question. “And while the war will no doubt need your invention, do take care of yourselves.”

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Weiterlesen

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It’s not as easy as you might think. Some kid tried it once and they found bits of him in three different cars. Sounds like a real mess, something that sticks with you for a while—especially if you’re on the cleanup crew. Apparating off the train is easy. It’s getting on that’s the hard part. See, the place you’re apparating to isn’t moving—it’s a fixed point in space—but the train is, and it’s moving fast. A second too late and you’ll find yourself in a wall. Not that you’ll know because there’s no way you’re living through that. It’s surviving a splinching like that you should be worrying about.

But the prospect of dying horrifically won’t scare the Prewett boys off. Conversely, that’s what makes the experience more fun. As it is, they have more practice in the art of apparating onto trains than anyone, moving or otherwise. It’s just their own version of defying death on a daily basis, minus the spotlight and the shocked gasping from a crowd. They do have rules of course; it’s not as if they’re looking to lose their heads. Then again, there’s very few who even dare to apparate from one car to the next, plenty of people choose to walk. It’s about timing mostly; not something you do without the train in your sights. And they’ve gotten pretty good at it over the years, considering it’s in their job description.

They make it into a game of accuracy; who can get closest to his mark? And they’re not above betting on themselves. A game of chicken; who can land closest to the back of the car without getting splinched? Ask and they’ll be happy to show you the near misses that have left permanent scars under their clothes. Gideon once lost a good bit of skin off of his knee. Couldn’t walk properly for a week (without gushing blood that is). Fabian’s only had slightly better luck, barring the time he almost lost his entire left arm. That’s what happens when you react a split second too late. If there was a difference in the way he acted after that only Gideon could tell.

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strong

It had started even before the war. 

When Minerva received the news of Euphemia Potter passing, she had dropped the goblet she was holding in her hand, her eyes fixed on the messy haired boy who was so in love with his mother. Her eyes then moved to the boy right across him, with his hair as dark as his last name, he was laughing with a glint to his pale grey eyes. Euphemia Potter, one of the most amazing witches Minerva had the honour to meet had died because of something as miserable as dragon pox and Minerva had to break the news to her sons. She would have chosen to be buried alive rather than see the desperate look in the eyes of the tall boy and the fear in the eyes of the so-called blood traitor. The way James Potter had seemed so small suddenly, the way he had to hold onto Sirius to stay standing and the way Sirius’ eyes went completely empty was all too much for Minerva but she was strong, she had to be strong for her boys. They were a handful but they were her boys.

She wondered why bad things happened to good people.

It hadn’t been even two months, when she received the passing away of Fleamont Potter. He had lost the will to live after losing Euphemia and he was holding on for the sake of his sons but dragonpox didn’t care for two boys. Now, they were alone. James Potter took one look towards Minerva, who was standing her face as pale as the wall behind her, for James to understand what was going on and Sirius took one look at James and disappeared into the dark corridors. It never got easier and Minerva called James with a small move of her hand to her room, she knew her boy, she knew he wasn’t going to show how he felt in front of everyone. So, she let him scream and cry and break everything he could reach inside her office and then she held him through his tears, she held him until he stopped shaking with the injustice of it all. Minerva never had a child but she didn’t think James Potter was anything less.

Kids shouldn’t be fighting a war. 

It had taken seven death eaters to take down the Prewett twins, that was what Moody had said to Minerva to explain how they fought so bravely and took down all with gushes on their cheeks and stuns to their hearts. Maybe he thought it would make it easier for Minerva to accept the death of the ginger haired boys, one right after the other in this never ending war they they shouldn’t have been fighting in the first place. She knew she would never forget the look on Molly’s face when she had seen Albus and her at the door with Bill in her arms. Minerva didn’t know but she would meet the twins again soon.

Being strong had never been so hard for Minerva.

Marlene McKinnon wasn’t a Gryffindor but Minerva knew the blonde haired girl like the back of her hand. She reminded Minerva of herself every time she would speak. She had a elegance to her but her fury was something to behold. She was too young to be fighting a war let alone die. She didn’t need to receive a letter to know what had happened, it was all over the Daily Prophet. The Dark Mark above her house, her whole family and the ruthless girl that fought for everyone were gone. Minerva stood tall and strong for her students, they were more than her students though; they were the children Minerva never had and Minerva didn’t know if she could take another funeral like this. 

The war didn’t wait to show her that she had to.

Dorcas Meadowes knew how to fight as well as she knew how to fly. Minerva had seen her in Quidditch matches giving the Gryffindor Beaters a round for their money, she had a bright future ahead of her. Minerva enjoyed her presence and their conversations about the ministry and the school. It wasn’t long after Marlene had been taken by the darkness that surrounded the whole world, her future wasn’t bright anymore since it didn’t exist. There was a burn mark close to her heart and Minerva felt like she wasn’t so strong anymore but she held her head high as another one of her children went six feet under.

“These kids,” she wanted to scream “they have to live”.

Her boy, marked for death betrayed by his brother. Minerva struggled to stay standing when she saw the war was won because for her, this wasn’t a victory. James and Lily were twenty-one years old. Twenty-one was too young to have a fate like this. Twenty-one was the age to laugh and fall in love not to die wandless on the floor or with red hair like flames with tears dried on your face. James Potter should have become and international Quidditch star with the way he flew at the age of twenty one and Lily Evans should have trained to become a Potions master with her talents. Twenty-one wasn’t the age for them to die but death didn’t listen.

I cannot take another.

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The Prewett brothers greeting Fred in wizard heaven

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ready, freddie?

Fred Weasley felt the world come crushing down around him, the ground was shaking and everything around him was burning to the ground and the last thing he remembered was his older brother joking as he duelled. He had always made fun of Percy for being the stuck up one, for once he had let it go and Fred had to let it go, too. He felt his body become too heavy to carry and he slowly let it all go.

Fred opened his eyes to an unfamiliar place, he was staring at the ceiling but he had no idea what he was seeing. Then a strong set of hands gripped him and before he pulled him up he whispered “Ready, Freddie?” and he was standing but he could swear he just.. died. Fred turned around to see who it was that helped him stand up and was hit by the man’s striking resemblance to his mother. There was not one but two of this guy and he had heard about them from Bill and his mother. 

“Fabian and Gideon Prewett?”

“Exactly” they answered simultaneously and Fred suddenly thought about his own other half that liked to talk at the same time as he did. “George!”

“He’s alright Freddie, he is alright” said one of the twins as he put his hands on Fred’s shoulders. 

“Where the bloody hell am I?”

“Welcome to afterlife,” revealed one of the twins, Fred still had no idea which was which. He felt his heart clench at the thought of his mother not being able to tell him and George apart and how it must have been an awful reminder of her little brothers, everyday. Fabian and Gideon had the same structure as Molly but Fred could swear he could see George’s eyes looking at him.

“I’m Fabian,” said the slightly thinner twin as he extended an hand. Fred didn’t need to shake hands he needed hugs, firm ones at that. So he just ignored Fabian’s hand as he hugged the man who was unmistakably his uncle that he never got the fortune to meet.

“Alright, buddy” laughed Fabian as he hugged Fred back.

“And that makes you Gideon” Fred said as he pulled away from Fabian and launched himself on Gideon.

“Oh, he’s a smart one” teased Gideon as he patted Fred on the back softly. 

“It is an honour to meet you. Mom mentioned you and Mad-Eye talked about with so much pride–” Fred took a deep breath, he must be here too. The fallen warrior. “He is here isn’t he? Mad-Eye?”

“Of course he is ickle Freddie, he is with Dumbledore” replied Gideon as he pointed to Fred’s former Headmaster, who looked younger than he did his last year.

“Mad-Eye always told us how it took five Death Eaters to, umm–”

“It was seven, but who’s counting?” joked Gideon as he winked and Fred felt a shiver down his spine. How was it that even the way they talked was so reminiscent of George even though they have never met them?

 “Why am I here?”

“We are not sure ourselves, we think it is because we all have something in common and we all have something we’ve left behind, something we are not ready to let go of yet,” explained Fabian. “We weren’t ready to let go of Molly just yet then she started popping all of you out one right after the other and now we stay for the fun of it.”

“Not that there has been anything remotely fun ever since Cedric arrived,” interrupted Gideon, his eyes focused on something Fred couldn’t see. “We are so proud of you Freddie but you know, the good die young.”

Fred remembered the day Cedric left his now older life very clearly, nothing had been the same. He remembered the kind face of the Hogwarts Champion and the way Harry held on to him as they reappeared in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. 

“We want you to meet some people here if that’s alright, looks like we will be together for a while now” suggested Fabian after clearing his throat and taking a deep breath. Well, now Fred know how he got his ability to change subjects almost instantly.

“Do you remember that ridiculous map you used with Georgie?” asked Fabian.

“That map is not ridiculous, it saved our arses hundreds of times from Filch.”

“I think he is in love, Fabian” teased Gideon. “Do you know who owned that map?”

“Umm, the Marauders?”

“But do you know who they are?!” said Fabian impatiently.

“No,” answered Fred, a little taken aback.

“You have met Sirius and Remus right, Padfoot and Moony?”

“WHAT THE– really?!” shouted Fred, he had met the people who created that awesome piece of paper and he didn’t know.

“And that,” said Gideon as he pointed to a man who looked like he could be the twin of Harry, “is James Potter, or as you may know him Prongs.”

“You are fucking with me,” babbled Fred. 

“Now, now, Freddie did you kiss Molly with that mouth?” laughed Fabian as he stared at Fred with a shine in his blue eyes.

Fred was in awe. Him and George owed them so much and he had returned the Map to it’s owner’s son without intending. For the first time he felt excited, he looked up to them so much without knowing them. The original pranksters of Hogwarts.

“But there was a fourth one. Wormtail?”

“Peter Pettigrew. Well, fortunately that bastard is not here.” complained Gideon and Fred didn’t understand what was going on so he stared at the twins with a confused face. “He is the rat who betrayed James and Lily. He was their best friend, now he’s a pathetic mess of a Death Eater.”

“We know he is dead, he just never made it here even if he did, we didn’t see it. We were friends with him, too.” he said guiltily. “None of us understood he was the mole.”

“We should get back Gideon,” said Fabian. “We were watching the war with them, we got to keep an eye on them, everything’s a bloody mess at the moment.”

“Can I watch Georgie and the others?” asked Fred. 

“Of course you can,” they replied together and they walked next to the growing crowd around James and Lily Potter.

Until George arrived to where ever he was, Fred had a new home and apparently a new family, too. He stared down at his twins pain stricken face as he duelled a masked Death Eater with Percy by his side. 

For the first time ever they were separated and this was their final adventure together whether they liked it or not. Fred felt like he should start getting used to the fact that this will be the hardest thing they will ever have to do without each other.

“Ready, Georgie?”

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Fred: Did it hurt?

Hermione: *rolls eyes* Let me guess, when I fell from Heaven?

Fred: Nope.

Hermione: Wait what then...

Fred: *grins* Did it hurt when you fell for me?

Hermione: *pulling out her wand*

Fred: Er... *sweats nervously*

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