When the twins were born, Molly’s brothers Gideon and Fabian Prewett moved into the Burrow, and stayed to help out with the kids between Order missions.
They did a lot of reading to two year old Percy, and were the ones to teach seven and five year old Bill and Charlie to fly, freeing Molly up to take care of two tiny babies - both of whom had more powerful innate magic than their brothers.
Fred Weasley felt the world come crushing down around him, the ground was shaking and everything around him was burning to the ground and the last thing he remembered was his older brother joking as he duelled. He had always made fun of Percy for being the stuck up one, for once he had let it go and Fred had to let it go, too. He felt his body become too heavy to carry and he slowly let it all go.
Fred opened his eyes to an unfamiliar place, he was staring at the ceiling but he had no idea what he was seeing. Then a strong set of hands gripped him and before he pulled him up he whispered “Ready, Freddie?” and he was standing but he could swear he just.. died. Fred turned around to see who it was that helped him stand up and was hit by the man’s striking resemblance to his mother. There was not one but two of this guy and he had heard about them from Bill and his mother.
“Fabian and Gideon Prewett?”
“Exactly” they answered simultaneously and Fred suddenly thought about his own other half that liked to talk at the same time as he did. “George!”
“He’s alright Freddie, he is alright” said one of the twins as he put his hands on Fred’s shoulders.
“Where the bloody hell am I?”
“Welcome to afterlife,” revealed one of the twins, Fred still had no idea which was which. He felt his heart clench at the thought of his mother not being able to tell him and George apart and how it must have been an awful reminder of her little brothers, everyday. Fabian and Gideon had the same structure as Molly but Fred could swear he could see George’s eyes looking at him.
“I’m Fabian,” said the slightly thinner twin as he extended an hand. Fred didn’t need to shake hands he needed hugs, firm ones at that. So he just ignored Fabian’s hand as he hugged the man who was unmistakably his uncle that he never got the fortune to meet.
“Alright, buddy” laughed Fabian as he hugged Fred back.
“And that makes you Gideon” Fred said as he pulled away from Fabian and launched himself on Gideon.
“Oh, he’s a smart one” teased Gideon as he patted Fred on the back softly.
“It is an honour to meet you. Mom mentioned you and Mad-Eye talked about with so much pride–” Fred took a deep breath, he must be here too. The fallen warrior. “He is here isn’t he? Mad-Eye?”
“Of course he is ickle Freddie, he is with Dumbledore” replied Gideon as he pointed to Fred’s former Headmaster, who looked younger than he did his last year.
“Mad-Eye always told us how it took five Death Eaters to, umm–”
“It was seven, but who’s counting?” joked Gideon as he winked and Fred felt a shiver down his spine. How was it that even the way they talked was so reminiscent of George even though they have never met them?
“Why am I here?”
“We are not sure ourselves, we think it is because we all have something in common and we all have something we’ve left behind, something we are not ready to let go of yet,” explained Fabian. “We weren’t ready to let go of Molly just yet then she started popping all of you out one right after the other and now we stay for the fun of it.”
“Not that there has been anything remotely fun ever since Cedric arrived,” interrupted Gideon, his eyes focused on something Fred couldn’t see. “We are so proud of you Freddie but you know, the good die young.”
Fred remembered the day Cedric left his now older life very clearly, nothing had been the same. He remembered the kind face of the Hogwarts Champion and the way Harry held on to him as they reappeared in the middle of the Quidditch pitch.
“We want you to meet some people here if that’s alright, looks like we will be together for a while now” suggested Fabian after clearing his throat and taking a deep breath. Well, now Fred know how he got his ability to change subjects almost instantly.
“Do you remember that ridiculous map you used with Georgie?” asked Fabian.
“That map is not ridiculous, it saved our arses hundreds of times from Filch.”
“I think he is in love, Fabian” teased Gideon. “Do you know who owned that map?”
“Umm, the Marauders?”
“But do you know who they are?!” said Fabian impatiently.
“No,” answered Fred, a little taken aback.
“You have met Sirius and Remus right, Padfoot and Moony?”
“WHAT THE– really?!” shouted Fred, he had met the people who created that awesome piece of paper and he didn’t know.
“And that,” said Gideon as he pointed to a man who looked like he could be the twin of Harry, “is James Potter, or as you may know him Prongs.”
“You are fucking with me,” babbled Fred.
“Now, now, Freddie did you kiss Molly with that mouth?” laughed Fabian as he stared at Fred with a shine in his blue eyes.
Fred was in awe. Him and George owed them so much and he had returned the Map to it’s owner’s son without intending. For the first time he felt excited, he looked up to them so much without knowing them. The original pranksters of Hogwarts.
“But there was a fourth one. Wormtail?”
“Peter Pettigrew. Well, fortunately that bastard is not here.” complained Gideon and Fred didn’t understand what was going on so he stared at the twins with a confused face. “He is the rat who betrayed James and Lily. He was their best friend, now he’s a pathetic mess of a Death Eater.”
“We know he is dead, he just never made it here even if he did, we didn’t see it. We were friends with him, too.” he said guiltily. “None of us understood he was the mole.”
“We should get back Gideon,” said Fabian. “We were watching the war with them, we got to keep an eye on them, everything’s a bloody mess at the moment.”
“Can I watch Georgie and the others?” asked Fred.
“Of course you can,” they replied together and they walked next to the growing crowd around James and Lily Potter.
Until George arrived to where ever he was, Fred had a new home and apparently a new family, too. He stared down at his twins pain stricken face as he duelled a masked Death Eater with Percy by his side.
For the first time ever they were separated and this was their final adventure together whether they liked it or not. Fred felt like he should start getting used to the fact that this will be the hardest thing they will ever have to do without each other.
WHY DO PEOPLE ALWAYS FORGET ABOUT THE PREWETT TWINS?
I always see posts like ‘The Marauders welcomed Fred into their group in the afterlife’ and ‘The Marauders watched everything Fred and George did from the afterlife’ and stuff like that.
Do you honestly think the Prewett twins wouldn’t be there for Fred in the afterlife? That they’d let him join the Marauders in the afterlife instead of them? That they wouldn’t be watching them from the afterlife and cheering on their pranks and everything?
I mean, yeah, Marauders headcanons are cool, but we’re talking about Molly’s twin sons and her twin brothers, that connection is so much more than what the Marauders have with the Weasley twins.
It annoys me that people completely ignore the Prewett twins (and also completely ignore Peter being a Marauder) when they come up with these kinds of headcanons.
I have a headcanon that Molly was only as hard on Fred and George as she was because they reminded her of her own twin brothers, with all their jokes and pranks and all around mischief, and she knew that another war was coming and didn’t want to see Fred and George’s names on gravestones next to Fabian and Gideon’s.
Friendly reminder that Molly Weasley gave Harry her dead brother’s watch because it’s wizarding tradition even though that was probably one of the only things she had of his.
Also friendly reminder that Fabian Prewett was killed during the First Wizarding War along with his brother. Molly Weasley gave Harry her dead brother’s watch and if that doesn’t say she thought of him like a son I don’t know what does.
fabian and gideon prewett were both pure-blood wizards born to mr and mrs prewett and brothers to molly prewett. they were members of the orginal order of the phoenix. they were murdered by five death eaters before the end of the first wizarding war. through their sister they are the uncles to the seven weasley children.
Last night at a Once Upon a Time viewing party everyone was asking what story they got the name Gideon from and without thinking I blurted out “Gideon Prewett from Harry Potter” and they all stared at me blankly so I was all “Molly Weasley’s brothers? Gideon and Fabian? Harry wears the Prewett family watch?”
And my best friend dead ass looked me in the face as if she realized how obsessed I really am and said “wow that’s a really fucking obscure fact.”
I didn’t know how to tell her the truth that’s it’s my lifestyle to know any and all facts given about the marauders era because my second job is writing fanfiction for jily lovers so I just laughed awkwardly and changed the subject quickly.
I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING ABOUT MCGONAGALL IN THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS
“We haven’t seen her for ages, Professor,” Harry went on hurriedly…..”Of course,” she said, and Harry, amazed, saw a tear glistening in her beady eye. “Of course, I realize this has all been hardest on the friends of those who have been…I quite understand.” Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, p. 288
Minerva McGonagall, in charge of Hogwarts because the headmaster has left, begins to cry because she comes to see how hard it must be for students whose friends have been Petrified. This seems normal, of course, but think of all the memories it brings back of the First Wizarding War. Children receiving news of killed loved ones, students having to learn combative spells and charms, the state of emergency in the school must’ve been all too familiar to her.
“P-Professor?” The fifth year girl had clearly been weeping for some time. A small group of friends, heads down, stood just behind her. Minerva McGonagall looked up from her desk, an eyebrow arched.
“Yes, Ms. Waltham?”
“I-I’m terribly sorry….b-but I’d like to be e-excused from class. I j-just got an owl, and it’s about my brother. H-he’s…” The girl’s face screwed up, a sob narrowly escaping her throat before she could even finish her sentence.
“Oh, of course, Ms. Waltham. Of course. Take all the time you need.” Minerva watched the girl be herded out by her friends, and she dabbed at her own eyes.
A few days later, Molly Prewett received a letter informing her that her twin brothers, Fabian and Gideon, had died. She fell to her knees in the Great Hall during breakfast, and was brought up to Minerva’s office by way of Lily Evans.
“Ms. Prewett, do sit down.” Minerva guided her to a chair, where she fell into it like her legs could not work anymore. “Would you like anything? Tea? Water?” But Molly could only shake her head over and over again, as if she could not believe it was real.
And soon after that, some students began to take on a certain vigor to their training that Minerva could not help but be sad over.
“Mr. Potter,” Minerva said, watching James as he performed an exemplary jinx. “you seem to have progressed greatly in such a short amount of time.”
The seventh year boy ran a hand through his messy dark hair, adjusting his glasses in the same movement. He shrugged, face expressionless. “I’ve been practicing, Professor.”