"I don't know who you are but I, I'm with you." -I'm With You (Avril Lavigne)
"It's as good as new, George," Fred said with a grin as they stood in the middle of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, surveying the newly repaired shop.
It had been two months since the war had ended; two months since Harry had finished off Voldemort. Fred and George had returned to their shop to find it practically in ruins. The shelves had been nearly bare while boxes, papers, glass, dust, and broken products littered the floor. The window had been broken and the money in the cash register was gone. The flat hadn't been much better. Furniture had been overturned, and a lamp broken, as well as a window.
The entire family, in addition to Harry and Hermione had helped to repair both the shop and the flat. It had been thoroughly cleaned, the products replenished and restocked, and the broken window repaired.
"I wasn't sure the day would ever come where we were finally ready to reopen," George answered, walking over to the window and looking out onto Diagon Alley. Customers were already gathering outside, waiting for the store to officially open for the first time in months.
"I'm excited to finally be back here. I missed it," Fred sighed, joining his twin at the window. "I don't know what I would have done if it had been beyond repair or if we couldn't have come back, if we had lost it all."
Fred saw George glance at him and he knew what he was thinking. "George," he sighed. "What did I tell you? No looking back. That incident is in the past now."
"I can't just forget it, Fred," George said. "You almost died. If that wall had exploded one second earlier, you would be gone. I almost lost you, never mind the store."
"Funny how a second can make such a difference," Fred said quietly. "I moved out of the way just in time."
"Not completely out of the way," George said, still looking out of the window.
"So a part of the wall fell on my leg," Fred shrugged. "My leg broke, it was healed, no real harm done. At least I was out of the direct line of impact."
"Who exactly healed your leg? Harry told me someone healed it right there and it wasn't Madame Pomfrey. The dust had been too thick too see through, according to him and we never really talked about it much."
Fred shrugged. "I don't know who it was. Like Harry said, there was a lot of dust, and I was struggling to stay focused from all of the pain. I just remember someone healing my leg."
"Well, if we ever find out who they are I'm going to hug the life out of them and give them a gift basket of joke products. If it's a girl, I would even propose to her, if I weren't already dating Katie," George said, turning to smile at Fred.
Fred smiled back. "What if it actually turns out to be a boy?"
"I'll still hug the life out of him and give him a gift basket. Whoever it was, they helped you and I owe them."
Fred patted George on the shoulder. He understood where his twin was coming from. If the roles were reversed, Fred would have been thinking the same way.
"It's time," he said with a smile, tilting his head towards the front door.
Verity came out of the back room and took her place at the cash register. Fred walked over to lean up against the counter while George went to unlock the doors. The crowd waiting outside nearly trampled him as they charged into the building.
"Good to see we haven't exactly lost our touch," George said, approaching Fred and Verity.
"We've still got it, Georgie," Fred grinned, dusting off his brother's shoulder.
"Was it this crowded on the day you first opened?" Verity asked with a smile a few hours later. Fred was helping her at the cash register while George helped customers.
He shook his head. "No, I don't think it was. This is completely crazy. I don't think I've ever seen this many people in here. Do you think it's a fire hazard?"
Verity shrugged. "Who knows, but who cares?"
"I couldn't agree more," George said, joining them. "Fred, I'll take over at the cash register now. You go help customers."
He nodded and stepped out from behind the counter while George took his place. Fred was about to go circulate the room, searching for customers who needed anything, when something caught his eye. Actually, it was someone for that matter.
She had just walked into the shop and was standing in the doorway, looking around the room. He didn't know who she was, but there was something familiar about her. She had long, reddish brown hair and even from where he was standing he could see that her eyes were a bright green.
"Where do we know her from?" he whispered to George. "Has she come into the shop before?"
"Who?" George asked, handing a customer back some change.
"That girl who just walked in. She's standing in the doorway."
George looked up at the girl before looking back at Fred. "No, I've never seen her in here before, why?"
"She looks familiar."
"You're right," George said thoughtfully. "She does. Why don't you go talk to her and figure out where we know her from?" He elbowed Fred and winked.
"I can't just walk up to her and ask where I know her from. That's so classless," Fred sniffed and paused. "I have to at least say hello first."
"Get to it, then," George grinned.
"Okay," Fred answered. He took a deep breath and began to walk over to the girl.
"Fred?" George called.
"Yes, George?" Fred glanced over his shoulder.
"Don't forget to help her find what she needs. We can't start losing business because you decided to play googly eyes with the customers."
"I'm just being helpful," Fred said indignantly. "I'm not playing googly eyes."
"Oh that's right," Verity said, "Weasley twins don't play googly eyes. It's a serious activity for you."
"Where did you hear that from?" George asked.
"From you," she answered. "When we first opened the store and before you were dating Katie. You were playing—I'm sorry—making googly eyes at some girl who came in."
"Ah, yes," George said. "I tried talking to her, but then she introduced me to her dad, who was tall, scary, had muscles bigger than my head, and was giving me one of those 'back off' looks."
"Shame," Verity said, shaking her head.
"Anyway, Fred," George gestured towards the girl who was now walking along the wall of shelves nearest the door, "this girl doesn't have a big scary dad. At least not with her. That means you're free to talk to her."
Fred grinned and made his way over to the girl. "Hello, welcome to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Can I help you with anything?"
"I'm actually all set," she said, not looking at him and crouching down to pick up a few Backwards Ink Quills from a box on the bottom shelf.
"Oh, well, is there anything else you need?" Fred asked.
"Nope, I'll just go pay for these. Thanks for asking though." The girl finally looked at him and Fred saw that her green eyes were even more stunning up close.
"You look very familiar," he said as she began walking towards the cash register, attempting to keep her talking a little more, and trying to figure out why she looked so familiar.
She looked at him, smiled and tilted her head. "You're Fred, right?" she asked.
He nodded. "How did you know?"
She looked as if she was thinking about something and she didn't answer right away. Fred decided to try something else. "Have we met before?"
She smiled. "I guess you could say that."
"What's your name?"
"I don't think telling you my name would make you remember me," she said.
"Why not? Just tell me and maybe it will."
She shook her head. "If you're meant to find out then you will." She gave him a smile and turned around, walking to the cash register.
Fred stood there, dumbfounded as she reached the line at the cash register. Just then, a customer asked Fred to help them find the Puking Pastils, preventing him from going up to her again. He glanced up five minutes later to see her heading for the door.
"Hey, wait," he said, catching up to her.
She turned and looked at him. "Yes?" she asked.
"Will you please tell me your name? It's going to bug me forever if I don't know at least that."
She stared at him for a second before speaking. "Like I said, if you're meant to find out, then you will."
"What does that mean?" Fred asked exasperatedly.
"If I see you again, I'll tell you my name," she answered.
"Why don't you tell me now?"
"Because we're going to play a game and leave this all up to fate."
"Fate?" he asked doubtfully. "But what if that kind of thing doesn't exist?"
"Then let's think of this as a little experiment to find out if it does, Mr. Non-Believer. If we meet again, then it'll be fate, and I'll tell you my name. I promise. I'll even tell you the story behind it."
"There's a story?" Fred asked.
She nodded. "There is."
"I can't wait to hear it," he called as she walked out the door.
"Ah, looks who's a believer now," she called over her shoulder. All too soon, she disappeared into the crowd.
"So, did you find out who she is?" George asked as they closed the shop that night. Verity had already gone home so it was just the two of them.
Fred shook his head. "She knew me, though, but I still don't know where we know her from."
"She knew me too," George said. "When she was paying for her things, I handed her the bag and she said 'thanks George,' and walked away."
"Weird," Fred said, turning off the lights before they walked into the back room and up the stairs to the flat. "She wouldn't tell me her name either. She said we're going to leave everything up to fate and if we meet each other again, she'll tell me her name."
"Really?" George asked with a small laugh. "What if you never see her again?"
"Exactly," Fred answered. "That's what worries me. And it's not like I can go looking for her either because I don't know anything about her like where she lives or where she works."
"Plus, wouldn't that go against the rules of fate?" George asked. "Fate wouldn't be fate if you just went looking for her and knew all the places to look."
"I suppose," Fred shrugged, collapsing onto the couch.
It was killing him, not being able to know who the girl was. He had come to the conclusion that today had been the first time she had come into the shop. He would have noticed her if she came in before. The shop did tend to get crowded though and he could easily have missed her. He wished he could figure it all out.
A/N: I got the idea for this story after watching the movie Serendipity so some parts of this story are kind of based off of that. It's a great movie and I've always thought the idea of fate was fascinating so I decided to write a story about it.
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