Pick up
Ed slammed the door open as Anthony the wand maker from Knockturn alley jumped in his boots at the sudden noise of the door as a shaky smile formed on his face, “Hello Hawtho- oh Edwar- Ed. Right Ed…” he sighed finally getting the name right. He then remembered the reason for their arrival, “I finished it, let me go get it” he strutted in with a trunk hulked over his shoulder as he snatched the hat off his head, and threw it on the hatrack while his hair fell to his sides, he combs it out the way sparingly.
Harry was tired and pleaded with Ed to take control until they got to the train station since he was so tired and Ed was annoyed, with locks of liquid gold and golden eyes to match. Harry is tucked away in the back of the mindscape slowly but surely getting a hang of his surroundings since he was tired as hell and forced Ed to take the lead for the morning.
It was too early, about 2 hours before the train for Hogwarts even arrived at the station. Harry didn’t want to do anything until they got on the train and Ed begrudgingly accepted as he got them ready for the wand pick up, mostly in his clothes that he got for himself such as a trench coat over a black silk tank top with warm trousers. He huffed as he brought out 38 galleons Anthony brought the wand out and he flinched, the magic and the aura coming off the wand were intimidating yet welcoming. Harry immediately came to the front changing their appearance from gold eyes to radiant emerald that ever slightly glowed with a hint of gold, “May I present you your wand” he signed and pushed the box towards them.
The moment they touched it they couldn’t help but flinch and relish the feeling of magic and he could feel the wand's magic sing when it came in contact with them resonating with their magic.
‘Thank you Anthony’ he smiled at the man who bashfully rubbed the back of his neck, “No, thank you for granting me the opportunity to create a wand that I consider my masterpiece. I wait in anticipation for the feats you will accomplish with my work” they smirked as the pouch on the counter, ‘Keep at it, I keep no promises of keeping this intact’ Anthony seemingly slouched in defeat as they chuckled at his reaction. He snapped his fingers to get his attention quickly before he left, ‘Have a good day and thank you for your work’ Anthony smiled, “I’ll see you when you take over the government or something…” they grinned as they left.
(Okay go back to your corner I’ll tell you when we’re at Hogwarts, I don’t want to be changing colors every time you want to do something personally. ) Ed was firm, he told Harry what he wanted and what he didn’t want. It was simple. However, the shot of literal magic espresso shot that went through his veins with the wand disappeared. It was like he couldn’t stop moving and he wanted to comply but he felt as if he physically couldn’t.
(Sorry Ed I just... Wand magic is one hell of a drug I’ll tell ya that!) Harry could feel Ed’s eyes rolling and then his groan, (Fine what do you want to do share? Take the lead?) Harry thought for a moment, (Could we share? Our eyes are already green and our hair is already gold- (Just say blonde) It not- Urgh Whatever Ed! So we don’t look too out of place like before when it looked like our hair was bleached with liquid gold, so we can like- stay like this ya know?)
Ed didn’t say anything for a moment too long and Harry thought he was going to say no or something, (Okay let’s get going) Harry practically sighed in relief and walked to the station but then a thought came to his mind. (Shouldn’t we get something to eat?) Ed paused before he smiled, (How do you feel about train food?) Harry was confused for a second, (Train food? Like what you get on the trolley? I don’t think that-) Ed cut him off, (No. I mean station food. Greasy station food.) The intensity of Ed’s words started getting the cogs in Harry’s mind moving. (Ah- yes I think it's good when you’re super hungry and stuff… why?) Harry could feel Ed smiling, (Good, because we’re getting train food.)
Harry hummed, (Cool…?) Ed practically dragged them to the station and they came across a hole-in-the-wall restaurant. They walked into the place that was mostly an empty restaurant that only had 2 other patrons who didn’t feel like wixen so they were definitely muggles, they took a seat by the window that had a clear view of the platform he had to board in an hour or so. He raised his hands to sign as he remembered, most people didn’t learn sign language. What’s the chance some random restaurant owner or even server will know it?
He dropped his hands and took out his notebook from his coat pocket along with his pencil when he heard the footsteps coming closer, “Hello welcome to our fine establishment, call if you need anything” the server who had a name tag reading “Kelly'' said as she walked away leaving a menu on his table. They nodded as he read what was on it to see what looked appetizing and to his tastes.
(Woah, all of this looks so good, what do you want Ed?) Harry was practically licking his lips at the salivating food in the pictures, (A pizza and burger, how do you feel about that? That cool?) Harry hummed in agreement as they wrote down their order and waited for the server to come to check on them. Sooner than expected they did and didn’t question the note, probably because it was so early in the morning, and soon enough the pizza slice and burger was in front of them with fries on the side.
(Ah, the gist of my first day was basically meeting my friends and my school rival) Harry said in a nostalgic tone which caused him to laugh with a sigh. (Or at least that’s what we considered ourselves as… I have a feeling some things won’t happen again…) Ed could practically and literally feel the sorrow rolling through Harry. (Even if you don’t you still have the memory right? Even if they aren’t the same doesn’t the memory make it worth it?) Harry had forgotten that Ed was quite literally ripped from his time and away from his friends and family. Was he being insensitive!? (Oh Ed I didn’t mean-!) Ed chuckled and sighed.
As if he could tell what was running through his mind to the dot, (Don’t sweat it, kid, don’t feel bad for saying what you’re feeling I take no mind so let’s just finish our breakfast okay?) Harry nodded guiltily as he sighed, (Yeah I just want to get on the train now, and maybe take a nap…) Ed chuckled as he took a bit of the burger that seemed to burst with flavor and then took a fry that was perfectly salted. (This is so good! Oo what about the pizza!) Harry took a bite of the pizza as the cheese stretched and only tore when they pulled away from the pizza. (This was SO worth it!) Ed chuckled at Harry’s enthusiasm for the food.
(Have you never had pizza or a burger?) Ed genuinely asked as Harry paused as if thinking before answering, (No, wixen delicacy is really different and they lag behind but they make up for it with their magic I guess…) Harry shrugged as they ate, (Huh that's funny I used to eat this stuff all the time because it gave me tons of calories and when I was traveling) Ed and Harry ate the last hour before they thought to get ready for the train. Being first on wouldn’t hurt. They ate, having seconds before the sound of a train whistle came booming and startled them, (That made us both jump, I make no acceptions.)
Ed said firmly and Harry could feel the embarrassment rolling off Ed but he couldn’t deny he could feel his embarrassment too so he agreed. (You read my very words-) the embarrassing moment they shared was interrupted by a realization. (We need to get on!) they stood up and fished some cash out of his pocket and left it on the table as he grabbed their trunk and ran into the wall as Ed was realizing what Harry was doing, (Wait- wait- Harry what the FUCK are you doing-!?) Harry only chuckled as he continued to run face-first into the wall.
Instead of the ache or pain, they went through the brick and into a crowd of wizards and witches, (You scared the shit out of me you little fucker-!) Harry, the little shit. Giggled himself silly as he covered his mouth to try and smother the giggles, it didn’t. (I- wheeze- sorry-! It was hilarious I couldn’t h-wheeze- help myself!) Ed grumbled, (Damn wizards, and they're stupid-) Harry tuned him out as they shuffled through the crowd and practically shoved themselves through but it was mostly due to their stature and build.
They mouthed sorry’s and nodded their head to practically say yes they acknowledge that they were pushing through and yes they will continue, the closer they got to the door the denser the number of children and or parents were. He caught a smaller girl who bumped into him and mouthed “Sorry” and she muttered, “It’s okay…” he nodded and he made sure she was able to stand before getting on the train. They made it up into the train and down the train hall searching for a compartment of their own, (Where should we sit? Any preferences? Unspoken rules?)
Ed asked as they walked and weaved through some students, (We’ll go towards the back right before most of the slytherins go to sit, we should find some good compartments) Harry answered as Ed hummed in response. (Sounds fine, but why the back? Slytherin is one of the houses- or were they like dormitories or something like that?) Harry nodded as they stopped in front of a compartment and peered inside.
(Yeah almost exactly, but a lot of stigma is around the house about it being evil because Voldemort came from that house and then it was tainted with bad blood. And because of most pure-bloods going to that house muggle-borns or half-bloods suffer, I won’t lie… most of my life I too held prejudice against them but it was a naive view when really I misunderstood them when good can come from their house. I feel like I might even go to that house as retribution, as revenge for what I’ve done but I guess it didn’t help that the Slytherins are quite nasty if you offend them and I did accidentally “step on their tail” when I first came here…) The compartment was empty and they stepped inside as Harry spoke.
They absent-mindedly threw their trunk in the hangover and sat down. (I didn’t know anything about wixen costumes and did something insulting to the “prince of Slytherin” before I even stepped into the castle, my luck had run dry by the time of the sorting.) Ed thought for a moment before speaking, (I think if you actually get in you can change the reputation, rise higher, and be greater. HELL maybe get a little fan club that borderline is a cult!) Harry coughed on reflex, (NO! I wouldn’t even dream of it! Don’t say something so stupid!)
Ed laughed as Harry probably had war flashbacks but Ed decided to have mercy and move on. (Do you think you’ll find someone you’d want to settle down with? I mean you’re a handsome young man with so much potential-) Harry knew Ed was pushing the subject in a way that sounded like he was joking but he knew what he actually wanted to know. It was a tactful prod from him for his opinion, should they ever try to marry someone with both of them? Should they have 2 lovers? Was Ed stroking his own ego by calling him handsome? Absolutely.
Harry didn’t want to think about that right now and wanted to focus on a way to take down Voldemort so he replied how Ed started. (You know damn well no one can meet MY standards old man, but I guess since you're asking for mine you must be an easy catch- hell if they even know what CHEMISTRY they already got you!) Ed gasped in comical surprise, (YOU LITTLE SHIT-) Harry could tell Ed was smiling and he grinned. (Don’t get your knickers in a twist-) Ed was about to retaliate when the door of the compartment opened and they both stopped and looked up.
Their bright green eyes with the slightest shine of gold as if dipped in honey, those eyes met with two pairs of blue, an almost radiant glow to them. “Oh, why look at the-” a boy with ginger hair with sharp jaw said and cut himself off mid-sentence for the other similar-looking boy to finish, “tall first year, usually they sit in the front or middle compartments-” the boy with almost the same face that was just slightly duller, no that wasn’t the right word. His jaw was a rounder face even if his twin, at least they think, has the same coloration.
The sharper-jawed boy finished the sentence, “Not all the way in the back” Their tone was humorous as if to get a laugh, attention, the limelight so to speak. They were looking for an answer, a response, a reaction. Ed and Harry couldn’t communicate normally so they stood there staring at each other for a few moments before shuffling to get their notebook, “Not much of a talker huh?” they both said in unison as they both snorted. If only they knew, they quickly wrote a response, [I’m mute I can’t talk nice to meet you] he ripped out the paper and handed it to them.
They took a moment to read it, and once they completely read it their eyes widened in surprise, “Oh oh- sorry…” they rubbed the back of their neck, “We didn’t mean to touch such a… well-” the other continued. “Touchy subject. Are- well um can you hear us?” The boy pointed to his own ear as if playing charades.
They chuckled and they wrote down a response, [I can hear just fine it's not a touchy subject but would rather not talk about it] he ripped out the paper and handed it to them once they read it they looked visibly relieved. “Ah, that's cool… great even!” the rounder-jawed twin said, “Well we should introduce ourselves then” the sharper-jawed twin continued as he glanced at his twin who nodded slightly and they both grinned.
The twins leaned in and smiled, “His name is Forge!” the other continued, “And his name is Gred!” the twins then stood up straight and stretched out their left and right hands, “Fred and George Weasley at your service!” Harry couldn’t help but smile, the cheery and even Cheshire-like charm that they held was relieving. He handed a note to their stretched-out hands, [Can you keep a secret?] This intrigued them as they moved closer they grinned and nodded.
“Of course, tall firstie! Our lips are sealed!” Ed chuckled, (They are amusingly bastardly. Are you absolutely sure they’re trustworthy?) Ed didn’t sound weary, he sounded like the final confirmation window it made Harry grin, (I’m positive. Don’t worry Ed they are quite the formidable ally, promise) Ed sighed. Harry wasn’t sure it was relief but he was absolutely sure that he wasn’t mad or anything negative, at least he thinks. (Okay go on and recruit your first cultist-) Ed grinned, (Fuck you too Ed. And it's not a cult! Now shut it.) Ed chuckled, (Okay whatever, fanclub then?)
If Harry and Ed weren’t in the same body he would be strangling Ed. Harry decided that instead of violence in the mindscape or bodily harm, he would ignore Ed for the time being. [Im actually two people, a ritual made us basically merge us two so you can call me Harry and the other’s name is Edward but he likes to be called Ed] he gives the note to them and they read it before gaping. “Really-?” Fred gaped and Fred seemed a little nervous but an exciting kind of nervousness that made him relieved was his reaction.
“So you’re Harry- wait Harry? As in Harry Potter?” he grimaced and nodded his head, [Yes but that’s not important is it? I don’t want to talk about it, my last name is Peverell-Elric call us either] They read the other note that he wrote and handed it to them as they looked up, “Okay if that’s what you want, can we meet the other one?” he nodded, (Okay, work with me Ed I want to put down some of my cards for trust's sake. Please do this for me!) Ed thought for a moment before letting out a breath, (Fine but you owe me) Harry moved back to let Ed push to the front and take the wheel, and just like that their eyes were different and their hair.
Liquid gold hair seemed to glow just a touch more almost like a halo, where there were green eyes now melted into a brilliant polished gold. His eyes focused and turned to the twins. Ed’s immediate response was the sign, ‘Hello my name-’ his hands froze in place before grimacing, “Oh! What was-” Fred said as Greorge continued, “-that! It kinda looks like-” George is cut off by a paper slapped in his face. “Oh” Harry practically shrieked, (What the fuck Ed!) Ed huffed, (He had it comin’ for being so tall.) Harry just deadpans at him and Ed ignores him.
George snorted as Fred grinned and turned to Ed, “You’re a feisty one aren’t you?” tilting his head with a toothy grin full of absolute delight on his features. [My name is Ed sorry that was autopilot, I was doing sign language a way for me to talk with my hands] George read it and handed it to Fred, “Do you think you could teach us? It would be nice to talk properly to a new friend.”
George smiled with genuine interest which made Ed think about how Al would pull the puppy-dog eyes on him to get what he wanted. The only thing that was different was that instead of teary eyes there was a thirst for knowledge that made him think of when he first found Dr. Marco’s books and during the process of decoding them. It was the same with this boy when he was younger, he sighed and nodded. George’s eyes sparkled with excitement and eagerness, “Ah so Ed, this sign language I heard of it before it's for like the deaf right? Then are how-” Fred asked with naive interest as George deadpanned at Fred with a raised eyebrow.
“Forge, you can’t just say why can’t he speak.” Fred winced at the realization, “Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it like that- I was just curious!” Ed found his babbling amusing and shrugged, [it’s fine but im not answering that question] Fred’s shoulders slumped in relief, “That’s fine, by the way Ed-” Fred glanced at George who nodded absent-mindedly, “-and Harry mind if we sit here until later-” Fred the continued after George’s continuation, “-there's some “drama” in the front compartments-” George then ends with, “-that we would rather avoid!”
They two leaned only a centimeter forward in anticipation before Ed gave a nod and they both cheered, “Yay!” Ed rolled his eyes but was glad he got some hyperactive twins out of this. He was so getting those sweets from the cart that Harry mentioned, maybe even surprise jelly beans…. (Don’t even think it Ed. I can feel whatever you’re thinking from here.)
Ed choked on a cackle, (Booo!... Party pooper.) Ed covered his snort with a huff and crossed his arms as the twins loaded their trunks in and took a seat. Ed also dug in his trunk to look for those beginner sign language books they brought with them by “chance.” Ed smoothers a giggle as Harry groans, (I can feel you making fun of me. I hate I don’t know what it is…) Ed coughed to hide his laughter from the twins.