HP : The Chronicles

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"Blimey mate! Is that all you do?" George asked cocking an eyebrow. They seemed in a much more serious disposition than they usually were, Harry realized, and couldn't help wondering why. A letter in Fred's hand, on which he could just make out the writing of their mother told him part of the story; and the fact that the twins had gotten detention again, blowing up Merlin knew what a few days ago told him the rest.

"Trouble at home?" He asked calmly as the two of them looked at each other.

"Perceptive, aren't ya?" George asked sighing. Whatever that letter was, it must have been pretty bad.

"So I've been told." Harry agreed with a nod. "And that means I'm right?"

"Yeah." Fred confirmed. "Mom learned of our latest detention and…"

"I get it." Harry assured him.

"I'm not sure you do." George stated, sharing a look with his brother. The green eyed wizard regarded them carefully.

"And why would that be? Surely, your mother can't be that angry…"

"It's not that, mate. It's just that…"

"…everybody knows you're some sort of renegade Ravenclaw, joining Gryffindor just for the better Quidditch team." Fred completed his brother's sentence in a matter-of-fact voice.

"What?" Harry asked confused. "Nobody thinks of me like that! Do they?" Suddenly the Common Room felt just a bit smaller.

"They do; even Flitwick said so once." Harry's eyes widened in confusion.

"Professor Flitwick thinks that I'm a renegade Ravenclaw?"

"No, but he said you should be in Ravenclaw and… you know what? That's actually why you don't get it." The green eyed boy opted on agreeing; he surely didn't get it now.

"I must admit that you lost me."

"What Fred means," George explained "is that you're the top student in your year and the Gryffindor Seeker. Mom was talking to Remus who told her something about a magazine subscription he got you for Christmas last year and she tends to compare…" He mumbled almost inaudibly. Harry smiled sadly.

"My mother does the same you know." The twins' attention shifted from looking at the carpet gloomily to him in a fraction of a second.

"She does?" They chorused, two identical, confused pairs of blue eyes staring back at him.

"Not consciously, I think, but she does." Harry assured them shrugging. "Just with my mother… she's not one that will send a letter about it but I can see it sometimes, when Adrian and I are in the same room with her. It's the little things in my case, but I get what you mean." Fred and George regarded Harry just a little differently, not like they had never seen him before, just as if they had discovered something about him that they had never imagined was there. And Harry on his part understood there was more to the twins than playfulness and pranks.

"Maybe you do get it after all." Fred admitted, stealing a glance towards Adrian.

"Well, at least you don't get the comparison shoved in your face." George offered.

"Was it the detention that did it this time?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's not just that." George admitted.

"OWLs are coming next year and Mom wanted to know what we're thinking of doing after school." Fred explained. "She was hoping we'd want to work in the Ministry, we said no, and things just got nastier from that point."

"I see. And just what do you want to do after school?"

"We were thinking of opening our own shop in Diagon Alley." George confessed after a short pause. "A jokes' shop, just like Zonko's."

"You sure have the knack for it." Harry said smiling; he could see that happening in a few years.

"I wish Mom saw it your way." George was looking at the letter in Fred's hands as he spoke.

"Well, that's not as important as it seems now." Harry stated. "You can't decide for your future based on what everyone else wants you to do. It's your future after all."

"Yeah but…"

"Look at it this way." The green eyed wizard interrupted Fred. "If you follow a career you don't really like, you'll end up miserable or at least forever live to wonder what would have happened if you had followed your dream. Do you think your mother wants that?"

"No…" They both mumbled.

"Exactly. If you try and see it her way, I believe you'll find out she's just scared; your mother understands that it will be easier to just work at the Ministry. It will give you a steady job and an income that will support a comfortable life for you. Having your own business is that much more risky, I guess. But if you really want it and work towards making it true, you'll win her over eventually, don't worry." Harry said, trying to reassure the twins.

"Our little Harrykins has gone and matured on us!" Fred exclaimed with a smirk, his eyes finally sparkling again.

"And so smart too!" George seconded.

"So smart, I seldom understand a word I say." Harry offered seriously, causing a round of chuckles. "But really now, if opening a shop is what you want, give it a try. I, for one, would put money on that idea."

"We might just take you up on that one, Potter!" George threatened.

"So, should we expect you to follow our path and not become the perfect Head Boy everyone expects?" Fred asked.

"The perfect Head Boy? Merlin forbid!" Harry exclaimed in mock fear.

"Then what should we expect from you? A career in Quidditch perhaps?" Harry chuckled once.

"Quidditch, you said?" He asked, thinking of the half finished designs of race broomsticks inside his trunk. "That's a thought."

"I'm happily surprised, my dear boy!" Fred announced in his best Dumbledore imitation.

"Jubilant I would say! Ecstatic!" George added, imitating Percy and shaking Harry's hand for a good measure.

"I just can't get your surprise. I'm already a renegade Ravenclaw, as you said; what's stopping me from being a complete wild card?" The green eyed wizard rationalised with a smirk.

"Nothing we can see!" Both twins exclaimed. The evening passed pleasantly after that; Harry decided to spend more time with the twins in the future. There was definitely more to them than what met the eye and he could connect to that a bit.

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