Welcome to Hogwarts 1

The New Girls

Disclaimer: I did not think up Harry Potter.  My hero J.K Rowling did!  But I did think up the Swedish girls and that's about it.

Note:  I'm not sure what year the Weasley twins are, I mean, how many years higher they are than Harry, Ron and Hermione's so I'm saying they're 7th years in this story and Harry and his friends are 5th years.  I've always thought the Weasley twins were 2 years older than Ron.  Does it say how many years older they are than Ron?  If I'm wrong, please tell me and I'll fix it.  Now, enjoy!

It was a full month since a new year at Hogwarts.  The Weasley twins were looking toward graduation and since this was their last year at Hogwarts, they were determined to make it memorable and play as many pranks imaginable.  But they had no idea they were going to have competition.  All houses sat at their tables for dinner and Professor McGonagall walked into the great hall and waited by the doors.

"May I have your attention for a moment?" she asked, raising her voice over the many others.  "Students?  Attention please!"

There were rattles of silverware and the students eventually looked up at her.  Silence. 

"I wonder if she found the note about fake banshee threat in her office," George whispered to his twin brother.  They kept their chuckles low.

"Now, we have two new students and I want you to all welcome them," Professor McGonagall went on.  "Come on in, girls," she said, making a half turn.

All students from each house leaned over to see who the two new Hogwarts students were.  However, no couple entered the hall. 

"Ah, don't be shy," She coaxed turning fully, "come on in now."   She stepped out of the great hall and took the new students by their arms and stepped into the great hall. 

George and Fred gasped.  They nearly fainted.  The two new students were a pair of twin girls, two gorgeous twin girls with shiny, wavy blond hair that fell to their waists.  They had beautiful, clear skin and deep blue-violet eyes.  They looked around the four long tables with shy expressions.  They both wore blue and white robes and feeble smiles.

"I think I'm in love," George mumbled.

"Me toooooo," Fred groaned.

 "Everyone, this is umm…"

"Fiona," said the on her left.

"Gwen." Said the other.  Their voices sounded like cooing doves.

"Fiona and Gwen Martingale from Wolfington school Witchcraft and Wizardry in Sweden. They were just transferred here. Because you are new to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said, leading the two pretty twin girls to the front of the hall, "you must put on the Sorting hat."

"Please, Gryffindor!" the Weasley twins muttered under their breath, crossing their fingers under the table with their eyes closed.  "Gryffindor!  Gryffindor!"

"Fiona, dear, you go first," Professor McGonagall said.

Fiona glanced nervously at her sister and the whole room then sat down.

"Gryffindor!" Fred and George repeated.  "Gryffindor!"

"Oh, she's such a beauty," Fred moaned.

"They look like a pair of veela!" George added.

Ron rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his hand.  'I don't know them….'

Fiona noticed the Weasley twins muttering something and looked right at George.

"She's looking at me, Fred!"  George gasped.  "She's looking at me!"  George swallowed and attempted a sexy smile.

Fiona smiled back shyly and held his gaze until she felt the sorting hat on her head.  She closed her eyes and held the edge of her seat. 

"Hmm, a smart one," said the sorting hat, "very clever, no better house to place you than…"

"Gryffindor!" Fred and George almost yelled. 

But alas, the sorting hat declared, "RAVENCLAW!"

"No!" the twins cried.  Everyone at the Gryffindor table and some from Ravenclaw and Slytherin stared at him.  Hufflepuff, however, applauded.

"I don't believe it," George mumbled, putting his head down into his arms.  "Oh, what a world, what a world!"

Fiona stood up waited for Gwen on the other side of the chair.  Gwen sat down on the chair and looked at Fred, just as Fiona had looked at George.

"George, George!" Fred muttered, elbowing his twin, "Gwen is looking at me! She's looking at me!"

Gwen made more effort to come out of her shell and show some guts.  She winked at Fred. After winking at Fred, she blushed a little.  Fred sighed.

"Did you see that?" Fred demanded, "She winked at me!  Did you get a wink?"

"What does it matter?" George groaned, "She'll be in Ravenclaw…"

Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on Gwen's head.  Instead of holding the edge of the seat until her knuckles went white and keeping her eyes closed shut like her sister, Gwen lightly tapped her fingertips on her lap and looked around the room, looking impatient.

"Gryffindor!" Fred whispered, "Gryffindor!"

"Fred, you traitor!" George snapped.

Fred went right on chanting.  "Please!  Gryffindor!"

"Why, what another clever mind," the sorting hat said, "brilliant.  Simply brilliant.  Best place to put you would be…"



"Not fair!  Not fair!" Fred groaned and he put his head down on his arms.

Gwen stood up and hugged Fiona.  They looked at Professor McGonagall for whatever they should do next.

"Please sit down at the Ravenclaw table," she told them.

A 7th year boy from Ravenclaw stood up and gestured to the Ravenclaw table.  The twin girls walked down the steps and glanced over to the Weasley twins, who still had their heads down on their arms.  They took a seat at the Ravenclaw table.

"After dinner," Professor McGonagall began, "who would like to take our new students for a tour of the school?"

Reaching their hands in the air, the Weasley twins sat straight up.  "We will, Professor!"

"But you two are in Gryffindor," Hermione reminded in a whisper.

"Quiet!" George snapped.

"We'll give them a tour, Professor!" Fred said.  They stood up from their table.  "We'll gladly do it!"

"It will be our pleasure! Oh, please, oh please…"

Professor McGonagall eyed them warily, "they're in a separate house."

"It's all right," Fiona called.  "We'd appreciate it if these nice young men show us around."

The twin boys blushed.

"There is no real rule saying they can't, is there?" Gwen asked innocently.

"No, there is not," Professor Dumbledore said suddenly.  "It's just never been done before.  All right, Fred and George, you may show the girls the castle--but don't invite them to your common room."

"Yes sir," George and Fred said in unison.

"Good.  Now, let's finish the feast."

"Thank you, thank you," they said and sat back down.  The two pair of twins kept making eyes at each other throughout the dinner.

"Aren't they gorgeous?" Fred asked his brother.

"Too bad they're in Ravenclaw," George sighed.

"Hey, at least they're not in Slytherin," Fred said, trying to be optimistic.

"Yeah. Good point."

"Those boys over there are quite handsome," Gwen said, "wouldn't you say, Fiona?"

"Mmm-hmm," Fiona said.  "They have the reddest hair I've ever seen.  I wonder who they are."

"Fred and George Weasley," Cho said quickly.

"Hmm?" the twin girls mumbled.

"Those twin boys over there," Cho explained, "Fred and George Weasley. They're in Gryffindor House, 7th year."

"They like to play jokes on people," said another Ravenclaw student, "but they are really funny guys.  All of the Weasley boys are, except for maybe Percy.  Just don't eat anything they give you.  A lot of people learned that the hard way.  They're starting a joke shop."

"Oh?" Fiona whispered. 

"Yes.  They come from a poor family of 7 children."

"Seven?" Gwen asked, looking back, "but they do seem, happy."

"So, tell us about the school at Sweden."

"Yes, tell us.  How come you were transferred?"

Fiona blinked, "oh, Wolfington?" She paused and nodded.  "Yes, it was getting too crowded, so we were transferred here.  I think we'll like Hogwarts."

"Yes, I like it already," Gwen admitted.  Their eyes sparkled and they exchanged glances.  "I really like Hogwarts."

"I believe it's going to be a great year," Fiona agreed, "for all of us."

Cho raised an eyebrow.  'Something strange about those two.'

As they continued to eat, the Ravenclaw students told them more about Hogwarts and how to win points for their house.  "I think every house's goal is to just win enough points so Slytherin doesn't win."  Pointed out a 5th year.  "In my first year, Slytherin was in first place with 472 points, but then Professor Dumbledore added new points to Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor house and they beat Slytherin with 482 points!  We almost beat Slytherin that year.  Since Harry Potter became Gryffidnor's new seeker--"

"Who?" Fiona asked.


"Who's Harry Potter?" Fiona and Gwen asked.

"You don't know who Harry Potter is?" Cho demanded.

The twin girls shook their heads.  "Should we?"

"He's the best seeker Gryffindor ever had, in fact, the best that Hogwarts ever had!  He's a natural. He's even better than me, and I'm pretty good!"

"Don't flatter yourself, Cho," someone from Ravenclaw table muttered.

"We're not big fans of Quidditch," Fiona said.

The team was shocked, "no way!"

"So what did you do in your old school?" someone asked, "if you didn't play Quidditch, that is?"

"Oh, we just kept out of trouble.  Studied."  Fiona replied.

"Yes, we were the smartest in our school," Gwen added.  "Too bad we were transferred.  Everyone liked us."

Cho, however, believed that she and the rest of Ravenclaw would not.  She was sensing a major bad vibe from the two, that they were hiding something.

After looking at their half-eaten plates of food, Fred and George walked to the Ravenclaw table and stopped by Fiona and Gwen.

"Uh, hello, Fiona, right?" George asked.  "I'm George Weasley."

"Hi George," Fiona whispered coyly.

"Then you must be Fred," said Gwen, winking at him again.

"Uh, yeah, that's me," Fred acknowledged, acting macho. 

"Ready for a tour of Hogwarts?" George asked, "that is, if you're finished eating…"

"Oh, we're done," Fiona insisted, standing.  Her foot caught on the bench and she fell into George.  "Oh, George…I'm sorry!"  She giggled.  A few heads turned.

George looked a little flustered at first but didn't act like it bothered him, because it didn't.  He just wasn't used to a pretty girl bumping into him. He could get used to this, he really could. He cleared his throat.  "It's all right, let me help you."

"Fiona, you're such a klutz," Gwen grumbled, using more caution as she stepped over the bench.

"Do you need a hand, Gwen?" Fred asked.

She smiled, "thanks, Fred, but I'll be okay."

Fiona slid her hand around George's elbow.  He straightened up.  "Oh, right this way."

Gwen looked at Fred and they both shrugged.  Gwen slid her arm through Fred's and left the hall, leaving the other students still dinning.

"Well, where to first, gentlemen?" Gwen asked.  "The library?  Courtyard?"

George chuckled, "oh, no, no, no, no!"

"We want to show you the secret passages first," Fred said. 

"You know all of them?" Fiona asked George, impressed as she leaned closer into him.

"Just about," George bragged.  "We had a map of Hogwarts."

"But then we gave it to Harry Potter," Fred said. 

"Who is this Harry Potter?" Fiona asked, "Our table said he was a seeker."

"He's our younger brother's best friend," Fred replied.  "His parents were killed by an evil wizard.  I can't believe you never heard of him!  He's famous!"

"I guess word never out to Sweden," Gwen said.

They walked down the hall to a big painting of a bowl of fruit.  "Ooh, lovely texture and sense of artistic talent," Fiona sighed.  "The lighting on the banana is perfect and they look so real.  I love paintings!"

"Then tickle the pear," George urged softly.

"Tickle it?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.

"Are all these paintings ticklish?" Gwen cracked and Fred howled with laughter as if he was being tickled to death himself.  George and Fiona looked over at him.

"What?" Fred demanded, "I thought it was funny."

"Go ahead, Fiona," George told her, pushing her gently to the painting, "tickle it." 

"All right," she said, "if you say so."  She lifted her hand slowly and tickled the pear.  When it jingled and laughed, she gasped and pulled her hand back as if she had touched a flame.  George wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"It's all right," George coaxed, "look…see, we told you we were going to show you secret passages, didn't we?"

The painting pulled inward like a door.  Fiona and Gwen gasped.

"Wow!" Gwen said.  "Where does it lead?"

"See for yourself," Fred told her, "ladies first."

Fiona and Gwen exchanged glances then slowly stepped into the passageway.  Fred and George were right behind them.  The passageway led to the kitchen.  A couple of house elves gasped and hurried to them.

"Oh, sirs, madams, still hungry?" one asked.  "Can Buttercup interest you into a lemon tart?"

"The kitchen?" Gwen asked Fred.  "But we just had dinner!"

"Well, now you know where to go for a midnight snack," Fred told her and she covered her mouth to muffle a shrill laugh.

"Oh, Fred Weasley," she said, "you bad boy you!"

Wide-eyed and open-mouth, Fiona looked over the group of house elves. "House elves!  They're so cute!"  She got down on her knees, her hands on her thighs. A younger house elf smiled at her. "And loyal! I want one!"

"Then I guess you'd never join SPEW," George said.

"Bless you, George."

"No, SPEW.  Hermione Granger thought it was wrong for house elves to work for people so she created SPEW."

"But what she didn't know was that the house elves like doing this stuff," Fred explained.

"Wow, they make all this?"  Gwen asked.

"Ever tried a butter beer?" George questioned.

"Butter beer?" the twin girls whispered.

"FOUR BUTTER BEERS!" the boy twins bellowed, "and the freshest pastries you've got!"

"Oh! Yes sir, yes sir!"  Within moments, they brough four butterbeers and platters of delicious-looking pastries.

"Mmm," Fiona said, "they look so good, but I really shouldn't."

"Now tell me you don't want to sink your pretty whites into this," George insisted, picking up a cone-like pastry with a creamy filling.  He held it inches from her lips.

"Well, maybe just a bite," she whispered. She opened her mouth and George inserted the pastry into her mouth.  Mmm--mmm!"

"Oh, wait, butterbeers!" Gwen exclaimed, "I remember now!  A lot of students from Wolfington had these.  I remember one time a girl had 10 of them! I never got a chance to try one."

"Well, now you do," Fred said, already halfway finished with his.

Gwen sniffed the glass and took a small swig.  She blinked.  "This stuff is incredible!"  She began to chug it down. 

"Better bring more butterbeers," Fred said.

After eating enough pastries and drinking butterbeers, Fred and George left the kitchen to finish the tour. They showed them three other passageways they used when they were running late for classes.  They passed the courtyard and library and the field they played quidditch.

"Oh, you play quidditch?" Fiona asked George excitedly, her hands clasped together.  "What position?"

"We're beaters," George replied, puffing out his chest.  "The best."

"Do you like quidditch?" Fred asked Gwen.

"You bet," Gwen replied.  "We'd try to catch at least one game before finals."

"I'd love to watch you play, Georgie," Fiona cooed, batting her eyes with her arms around his neck.  George swallowed.  "You sure look like a beater.  You've got such strong arms."

"W-well," George whispered.

Gwen cleared her throat, "So, Fred, have you always wanted to be a beater?"

"Oh yeah."  He replied with his arms crossed. "We practice hard."

"Think you could show me some pointers?"

"Why, of course!"

Fiona gasped, "Gwen, quidditch is dangerous!"  She began to talk furiously in a fast pace. "And girls can't be beaters! Remember that girl who wanted to be beater, but then the coach said it was too dangerous, but she did it anyway so the coach said, 'well, don't say I didn't tell you so when you get knocked out' and then in her first game she was knocked into a pole by another beater and she was in a coma for a week?" 

"Well, if I knock myself out," Gwen said bluntly, "I knock myself out.  It shouldn't hurt to try.  Besides, maybe Fred can teach me how to keep from letting that happen, right Fred?"


"I think I'd do better as a cheerleader for quidditch," Fiona said.  "It's much safer!"

"Yeah, I agree!" George blurted.

Fiona smiled, "well, I'm glad someone does.  You wouldn't like it if I got hurt out there, would you?"

"Of course not."  George said.  I'd never let my kid sister play quidditch, but being a cheerleader would better suit her."

"Ginny never said anything about wanting to be on the quidditch team," Fred said.

"Exactly, that's because we won't let her!" George yelled.  "Think about what mom would say."

"Girls could play quidditch," Fred insisted, "it can be pretty dangerous but that's what makes it so fun."

"Ooh, I like danger," Gwen sighed.

"See?" Fred said.

"Whatever, Fred," George groaned.

"Well, shouldn't we be heading back?"  Fiona asked.  "It's getting cold out here."  She shivered.

"Aww, is Fiona getting cold?" George asked, putting his arm around her.

Fred attempted to put his arm around Gwen but she said, "I'm not cold, Fred.  But thanks."

"Oh, uh, sure."

"Anyway, we should get back."  Gwen said.  "Do you know how to get to Ravenclaw?"

"Well, we do know which hall to take but we don't know the way to get into the common room."  Fred replied.  "It's just the opposite way of Gryffindor House.  We can take you that far."


They went back inside the castle and Fred pointed down the hall.  "Ravenclaw is down that way."

"Anything else we can show you?" George asked.

"Yes, is there--" Fiona began and Gwen put her hand on her mouth to silence her.

"Thanks for showing us around, guys," Gwen said.  "See you in class!  Bye!"

After muttering to each other for a while, the girls walk down to Ravenclaw tower.  The twin boys said their goodbyes and turned the other way.  They looked each other once and began to rave how cute or interesting they thought Fiona and Gwen was.

"Gwen wants me to teach her quidditch!"

"Fiona is so cute!"

"And they're twins!"

Next Chapter:  Playful Pranks