Moony, Weasley, Padfoot and Weasley.
Christmas with the Weasley’s had always been a fun affair. In years past, when the boys still counted as boys rather than men, the holiday been filled with shouting, yelling, fighting and laughter. In the case of the twins, this was still fairly true. But for everyone else in Grimmauld Place, it wasn’t. No matter how positive Fred and George tried to be around the rest of the family and extended group of friends, the ever present threat of certain death lingered over all. Voldemort was back, gathering an army and was looming ever nearer. And affected most of all was Harry; understandably. From what the twins could tell, it had been a rough year for the kid.
It was a quiet night after Christmas Day where everyone was still full from all of the leftovers from the amazing meal that Molly Weasley had cooked up a few days prior. Everyone had decided to venture to the lounge of the large, dark house and laze before the roaring fire. Small whispers of chatter filled the otherwise quiet room. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat huddled in a corner together, as usual. Arthur Weasley, still recovering from his attack in the ministry, was being tended to by his wife. So Fred and George were spread out on the carpet in front of the fire, making bubbles pop out of the tips of their wands, bored to high hell.
Most conversations occurring in the room were inaudible, hushed whispers muttered under breaths to each other. But one was able to be heard by the twins. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were chatting away, clearly glad to be able to spend an evening together. Fred and George knew they were old school mates, particularly because they had also been friends with Harry’s parents. They always spoke about James like a brother, and they couldn’t imagine going through the pain of losing a brother, blood or not. If one of the twins lost the other, they would probably be broken for life. Well, Fred felt that way about George anyway.
Fred silently challenged his twin to a ‘who can make the biggest magic bubble’ competition, kicking him with glee when a watermelon sized bubble burst out of the tip of his wand. He wasn’t intentionally listening into Sirius and Remus’ conversation, it was just the loudest thing in the room so naturally his ears perked up as they started chuckling at some old memory.
“Honestly, I don’t think I ever saw old Snape looking so bewildered.” Remus was laughing, Sirius grinning back at him with pride. “You and James really tipped the iceberg with that one, Padfoot.”
Both Fred and George’s bubbles burst, their eyes meeting. Padfoot. They had spent far too many hours pouring over that map, yelling with excitement when the ‘marauders’ revealed the secret phrase to them. How many times had they complimented the creators of such a wonderful piece of magical mischief-making. Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. Could it be that…? That two of them were in this very room?
Fred’s head turned to stare at Sirius and Remus, only to find the two men smirking back at him and his twin. “Can we help you, boys?” Sirius chuckled, evidently amused by the look of realisation on the twins’ faces. “Moony, mate. Do I recall Harry telling us that two ginger gents who have a keen perusal for mayhem were the ones who bestowed our old map upon him?”
“Ah, yes.” Remus replied, a smug smile on his lips. Their old Defence Against the bloody Arts teacher. The scarred man was clearly holding back a laugh as he looked at Sirius. “I do believe we may have just mistakenly revealed our secret identities.”
Fred and George leapt to their feet at once, rushing to the two men sat on the sofa. “Y-You’re Moony and Padfoot.” Fred stuttered, looking between them. “You both were a part of creating that beautiful piece of artwork that fuelled our mischief throughout our years at Hogwarts? You’re two of our four heroes?” Okay this is cute
“Bloody hell, I never thought I would see this day…” George whispered from his position next to his brother. A quiet laugh echoed from where Harry sat, clearly he had known for a while about the identity of their old teacher and his godfather. It was a revelation, a joy and a shock all at once. Never did they believe that they would ever meet one of the Marauders… But meeting two and being friends and even… Shitting hell, one of them was a teacher of theirs…
“Moony, my old pal. I do believe we have fans. James is probably rolling in his grave.”
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