Aspire

Harry huffed as he walked into the great hall. It was lunch, and he was starving. Speed walking over to the Gryffindor table, Harry seated himself between the twins. Fred quirked a lip at that while George snorted slightly.

“Harrykins! How was your first classes?” Fred asked, drinking George’s orange juice.

“It was fine,” Harry answered, laughing as George’s jaw dropped comically at Fred stealing his drink.

“I spat in that, by the way,” George muttered, reaching over and taking a big gulp of Fred’s drink.

“I did too,” Fred responded, giggling at George’s scowling face.

“Fred? George? What age do most people,” Harry lowered his voice, “Present?”

The twins looked almost confused at the subject.

“Uh, it’s different for everyone, I think Charlie presented as an alpha in like sixth year?” Fred said, asking George.

“Pretty sure. And Bill presented like a year after Hogwarts,” George responded, shoving a sandwich into his mouth.

“Why do you ask?” They both said at the same time. “Jinx!” They both yelled. Harry snorted at their dramatics.

“I dunno, I was just wondering. What do you think you will be?” Harry asked, picking up a fork.

“Definitely an alpha I think I will be, little baby George here will be a beta,” Fred snarked, flinging a carrot at George.

“Percy will be a beta, for sure. I'm sorry, but Harrykins, I can’t picture you being an alpha, you just going to be a little baby beta,” George said, ignoring Fred’s dig at him just before.

“A beta? No, my Hare-Bear is going to be a little omega, I reckon,” Fred muttered under his breath.

“An omega?” Harry repeated, his face looking almost offended.

“Yep.” Fred answered, taking a bite of Harry’s scone.

“They are so rare as well! Like 1% of all females- but I can see our little Harry being the first male omega!” George snorted, flicking Fred’s ear.

“Shut up,” Harry muttered, ignoring Fred and George’s laughs.

“Don’t worry, you will be a great little omega,” Fred snorted, squishing Harry’s cheeks.

Harry flushed as he swatted his hands away. George snickered as Percy walked over to him.

“Detention,” Percy snapped, scowling at Fred and George.

“Hmm?” George muttered innocently, smiling slightly at Percy who was practically shaking of frustration.

“Cut the nonsense, I know it was you two who,” Percy’s voice lowered, “stole my, erm, underwear,” He whispered annoyedly.

Fred cracked up laughing.

“It worked!” He exclaimed loudly, high-fiving George.

“DETENTION AT 7PM WEDNESDAY!” Percy shouted after the twins as they jumped up and ran out of the hall giggling.

Harry shook his head and snorted. He drank the last bit of his orange juice, his stomach uncomfortably full.

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Fred lay upside down on his chair, dangling his feet in the air as he shot sparkles above his head with his wand. George was lying on his back on the floor next to him, reading. Not many people actually took the time to befriend both of them. No one knew they liked different things and it felt most of the time as if everyone assumed he and George were the same person. Which they are far from. Obviously, Fred isn’t stupid. He knows that he and George look the same, think the same, and act the same, but if someone took even an hour to get to know them, they would find so many differences.

Fred shook his head out of his thoughts as he cracked his knuckles.

“Quidditch tonight?” George asked, turning to look at him.

Fred had always been slightly envious of George, he had better grades, was a better beater, and always seemed to know what to do or say. The better twin, Fred thought bitterly.

“Nah, I got to study this year,” Fred scowled slightly, flicking his wand harder than needed.

George frowned. “Fredrick, studying doesn’t matter! Where is my twin and who are you?” George laughed, closing his book.

Fred’s lips quirked. George was studious, yes, yet Fred was quick-witted.

He could bullshit his way through a conversation with Snape about potions he had never heard of before. George wished he could think that quickly. George liked to read books on quidditch, but Fred could never be patient enough to read a book.

Fred liked animals. He always secretly wanted Scabbers, yet he never told anyone because he knew Ron was dying for something of his own, to care for. And Fred would never take that away from his younger brother. George on the other hand likes flowers. Just something about them is comforting. How the petals fall in a certain way. It’s so delicate and, simply put, beautiful. Fred used to paint when he was younger. Paint and sketch pictures of flowers to gift to George on Christmas for he knew how much he loved them. Sometimes Fred wished people saw that side of them instead of always seeing two identical-looking orange-haired teens who liked to prank and had no plans for their future.

Fred’s eyes flickered over to the door as it creaked open.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see George tighten his hold on his wand protectively.

“Harry?” Fred called, watching as a short scruffy boy poked his head in.

“Can I come in?” Harry asked politely.

Fred watched as George smiled and easily dropped his wand, obviously not seeing Harry as a danger.

Harry trotted in and sat down on the fluffy carpeted floor next to George.

Fred took that time to truly inspect Harry. He was short, yes. Very short. And scrawny. He looked so fragile. Like he could be bowled over by a burst of wind. His face is slightly rounded, giving a childish cute look as well and his glowing green eyes seemed to sparkle all the time. He is cute, Fred reasoned internally. Very cute.

“Whatcha doing?” Harry asked, smiling slightly.

“Nothing much, just plotting plans to kill Minister Slytherin and take over the world,” George muttered, flicking his wand silently at Harry.

Harry gasped quietly as his robe grew in size. It was softer and fluffy. Harry wrapped himself more into it as he warmed up.

“How did you know I was cold?” Harry asked, grinning appreciatively at George.

“You were shivering,” Fred deadpanned, watching as George snorted. Harry lopsidedly quirked a lip as George pulled Harry close to his chest. Curling Harry up like a cat in his lap, George petted him gently.

“Mmmm,” Harry moaned, stretching slightly as Fred grinned.

“Little cat Harry!” Fred exclaimed as George rubbed his back.

“Meow,” Harry laughed, his bright emerald eyes glowing.

“Come on then, Har, go up to the first-year dorms and sleep,” George said, pushing Harry onto his feet. Harry groaned but he still walked up to his dorms.

“Good night!” He called out, smiling as he heard the twin’s replies. Fred turned to his twin.

“Bed?” George asked, nodding in agreement at Fred’s silent nod.

Fred can just steal George’s potions homework essay tomorrow at breakfast.

No biggie.

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