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�What's going on?�
Harry demanded to know as he was lead up the stairs to the twins dormitory.
They said nothing, both set in stony silence as they opened the door.

Lee was sitting on his bed, reading a book, and looked up when they walked in.
Harry waved hesitantly at him, and Lee grinned back. However, when he saw the
looks on the twins faces, he promptly stood up.

�I'll just leave you lot alone,� he said, walking past and patting Harry on the
shoulder before exiting the room to escape the quite tense atmosphere.

Once the door swung closed, Harry was promptly guided to sit down on the
nearest bed, Fred's. The twins stood still for a moment, before George sat
stiffly beside him, and Fred began pacing. Harry frowned, looking between the
two tense young men.

�What happened?� he'd been around the twins most of the day, apart from in
lessons. And Fred had been fine before Malfoy had
collided with them. �What's wrong?� Their continued silence was setting him on
edge.

�Something... happened,� George finally said, clenching the covers beneath him,
staring moodily at Fred's moving form. Harry frowned.

�Well, that was obvious. What?� He really wished the twins wouldn't act so
serious, a change from his usual hope that they would actually try and act more
serious than annoyingly mischievous. However, at that moment, he'd give
anything for the pranks to come back.

�Umbridge,� Fred nearly spat the name out. Harry
gulped audibly � any collision with the twins and Umbridge
wasn't good. Especially after just last night. Their vendetta against her had
increased tenfold.

�She held us back after her lesson,� George said when it seemed Fred couldn't
go on, too worked up. Harry turned to George, scooting up on the bed so he was
fully sitting on it with his legs crossed, and took one of George's hands in
both of his own.

�What did she say?� With Dumbledore gone, there was no telling what she'd said.
What she'd threaten them with. There was no one to stop her.

Harry hadn't thought of that before, and the realisation suddenly hit him.
Dumbledore was gone, Dumbledore, his safety net. The Ministry was in control of
everything, not good for people like him who tended to go and get in as much
trouble as possible. Harry didn't go looking for trouble, it came to him.

But the twins? They went actively looking for trouble.

�The bitch... she fucking...� George's hand tightened around his. Fred stopped
pacing, flopping down on the bed heavily behind Harry and resting his head on
his back.

�She knows. All about us. Malfoy, that little bitch,�
Fred snapped. Harry groaned, feeling a chill crawling down his spine at the
words. Umbridge with information equalled chaos.
�She's known for months, couldn't really do much, though. That threat we had on
her was pretty effective, because Dumbledore would be there to help. But
now...�

�But... she wouldn't allow what she did to be exposed, would she? Ministry
wouldn�t listen to something like her harming students,� Harry said. He had
wrangled the story of the threat made on Umbridge out
of the twins a few months ago. He wasn't happy, but it was useful.

�It's useless. Threats are useless. The Ministry is in control of everything.�
George reminded him gently, finally looking at Harry, who was looking down,
ears drooping quite pitifully. George reached out and cupped Harry's chin, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Fred
wrapped his arms around Harry, resting possessive hands on his stomach and hip.

�But... will she tell anyone? Does it even really matter? It's legal, even me
being with you is legal,� Harry exclaimed, making his point by lifting up
his robes to expose his arm, which only had very faint traces of the marks,
just a shade darker than his skin. Fred took his arm, raised it, and kissed it
gently, watching as the marks darkened at the action.

�We can't risk you getting hurt. The Ministry can't do anything, but people
take the law into their own hands,� George told him, looking quite distressed.
Harry bit his lip, looking down as his arm was lowered again. In the mad rush
of the bond, the excitement of being legally together, he kept forgetting
public reactions.

�So... we just keep out of her way, right? You stop... playing pranks,� Harry
said croakily, hating the suggestion that the twins had to be anything but
themselves. George didn't meet his eyes.

�It's not as simple as that,� Fred murmured in a dark voice. Harry tensed, tail
flickering agitatedly between his and Fred's bodies.

�She didn't tell us because she wanted to intimidate us,� George continued.
Harry felt like he'd been kicked in the gut as he cottoned on to where this was
going, why the twins had told Hermione they didn't care about getting in
trouble. Getting expelled.

�... That�s... no,� Harry murmured, staring at George in the hopes that he'd
got completely the wrong end of the stick.

�Sorry,� George sighed. Fred didn't say anything, just began kissing Harry's neck, trying to soothe the very tense boy.

�I'll go with you!� Harry exclaimed, body ready to jump into action, to pack
all his clothes and run away with Fred and George. Despite how much he
complained about them always being there, stalking him, he couldn't imagine them
not being around.

�No,� Fred finally spoke up, shaking his head. �They'll just hunt you down, say
we kidnapped you.� Harry opened his mouth to interrupt. �If you say you wanted
to go, they'll just assume you're a bit fucked up in the head and cart you off
to Mungo's. They've been looking for a reason to for
ages.�

�Fuck it, I don't care! We'll go to headquarters, wait it out there. No one'll find us,� Harry said, determined. George smiled
fondly at his sudden eagerness, and petted his ears, pulling his face until it
was buried in his chest.

�We can't do that to you, Harry,� he said, stroking his ears gently. Harry
shook his head against his chest, but didn't pull away, even though he'd known
from the start that all his suggestions would get denied. �You wouldn't be
happy.�

�You're needed here,� Fred informed him.

�But I need you.� Harry instantly flushed with mortification at what had just
slipped out of his mouth. Fred and George shared blinding smiles � Harry rarely
confessed his feelings, so when he did, it made it all the more special.

George watched Harry for a minute, still staring quite desolately at the quilt,
and then he sighed. Fred frowned at him, as if realising what that sigh meant.
�All right,� George said quietly. Harry looked up at him, confused. �You can
come with us, if that's what you really, really want.� Harry grinned, opening
his mouth to say something, but George laid a finger on his lips. �But we're
not going yet, there's still a few days. I want you think, really think, about
whether you want to leave this school, put yourself at risk from the Ministry
and Voldemort.� Harry scowled � he already made his
decision.

�We treasure your safety above everything,� Fred told him, tense at the option
George was giving him. Clearly, he didn't think it right. �But I suppose, in
the end, it's your choice. We'll go with whatever you decide.�

�You make it sound like you're going out to die,� Harry muttered sardonically,
trying to change the subject. Fred laughed, nibbling on his human ear, overcome
with love for their little kitten. Harry grabbed one of his hands and held it
tightly.

�I assure you, Harry, we are immortal,� George said, and finished the sentence
with a strong kiss.

Making love was strange when you knew it may be one of the last opportunities
for a long time, Harry mused as he lay in bed, wide awake as the twins slept on
either side of him, breath heavy and calm and fluttering his hair, blowing in
his cat ear and making him squirm with discomfort occasionally.

If he didn�t go with them... he would really miss the twins.

XxXxXxX

The twins had been planning their leaving for a week, wanting to get it just
right. In between, they played as many pranks as possible and made certain to
shag Harry each and every day.

�Mm, Fred, stop,� Harry moaned quietly as Fred's body ground slowly against his
own, that sinful mouth licking and biting every available part of his neck. �Occlumency-� he was cut off when Fred pressed his thigh
against his cock. Harry's head fell back against the
wall with a breathless gasp.

�Screw Occlumency,� Fred growled, one of his hands
giving an ass cheek a firm squeeze that had Harry bucking and groaning softly.
They were in alcove in the corridor leading to Snape's
office, where Fred had cornered Harry for some more fun.

�Or you can screw me,� Harry replied cheekily in a short burst of sexual
confidence. Fred groaned loudly, hoisting Harry up the wall and wrapping his
legs around his waist. Harry gasped quietly, wrapping his arms around Fred's
neck as he was pressed to the wall, Fred drawing out his wand to spell his
clothes off.

�Mr Potter, here you are,� a silky voice drawled suddenly. Harry nearly
screamed with shock. Fred sighed very loudly and lowered Harry to the ground,
turning to Snape.

�Professor,� he grit out, crossing his arms. Harry discretely cast a concealing
charm on his robes to hide his quite obvious arousal. Snape
sneered back at Fred, before beckoning to Harry.

�We have a lesson to conduct. Send your pet weasel on its way,� he said,
smirking at Fred, who growled angrily. Harry grasped Fred's arm and squeezed
it.

�Sorry,� he whispered to Fred. �See you later?� Fred nodded, and then wrapped
his arms around Harry's waist, sweeping him into a
powerful kiss. When it ended, Harry was left breathless, and Snape was flushing, eyes turned away in disgust.

�See ya, kitten,� Fred murmured, smacking his arse,
and then sauntering away with all the confidence in the world, in the hopes of
finding George. Harry blushed violently, arse smarting.

�Shall we?� Snape hissed, ire rising. Harry gulped � Occlumency that night was not going to be pleasant.

And he was right, it wasn't.

XxXxXxX

�I need to speak with Sirius,� Harry told the twins. They were sitting together
on Fred's bed, Harry curled up and purring as George rubbed his ears and Fred
stroked his tail. It was possibly moments like these that he loved the best.

�... Letter?� George suggested, not exactly knowing what to say to the abrupt
decision. He didn't even know why Harry needed to talk to Sirius so
urgently. Fred snickered, kissing his twin on the lips.

�No, it's really important. Umbridge's
checking the mail, so that's out.� Harry sighed, not knowing how he was
going to talk to Sirius, just knowing that he needed to. Seeing Snape's memory in his pensieve
had left him with a sick feeling in his stomach. He had to know � was his dad always
like that?

Was Harry like that?

�Why do you need to talk to him?� Fred asked, turning his face gently so he could
look into his eyes. Harry stared at his nose instead � he hadn't divulged the
memory to anyone, not even Ron and Hermione, who he told everything to. He
merely said Snape thought he was good enough that he
didn't need lessons anymore.

He didn't mention Snape screaming at him to leave and
never come back.

�No reason. Just... something I found out,� he mumbled. Fred rolled his eyes �
they always knew when he was keeping things from them � but didn't push him,
just lying back down and continuing to stroke his tail while Harry resumed
purring.

�Floo?� George asked after a while. Harry perked up a
bit at the idea, before sighing, remembering one big catch to that suggestion.

�Umbridge is watching the floo
network, too,� he pointed out, then groaned and flopped onto the bed, ducking
away from George's hands on his ears so he could be miserable for a moment.
George grinned conspiratorially and wrapped his arms around Harry's
waist, dragging him closer. Fred's eyes widened at his expression, before
narrowing gleefully.

�Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Forge?� he asked, voice full of mischief.
Harry groaned again and buried his face in the bed � they were up to no good.

�I do believe I am, Gred,� George confirmed, a grin
on his face. Harry sighed � so long as their mischief making helped him get in
contact with Sirius, he supposed there was no point in trying to stop it.

�Kitten, we have a plan.�

XxXxXxX

�You ready?� Harry jumped a mile in the air as he exited his classroom with Ron
and Hermione. He turned to glower at George, who lounged against the wall right
next to the door, not looking his usual cheerful self.

Harry walked up to him and pressed a kiss to his tense lips. George squeezed
his hand, looking slightly more relaxed at the reassuring touch. The twins had
been on edge for the past couple of days as they, along with Lee Jordan, formed
a plan for making a grand departure from Hogwarts. Harry hadn't joined them, he
didn't want to make the twins irritated � they already didn't agree with Harry
leaving school.

�Yeah, what's going to happen?� he asked quietly. He was, in all honesty,
having doubts about leaving, just as Fred and George had probably predicted he
would. Hermione and Ron didn't know what he was planning, and he felt guilty
for even thinking of leaving them. They were his best friends.

Not to mention, he was Harry Potter. If he jumped ship, everyone would think
they were doomed; all the people who believed in him, the disbanded DA.

�We're gonna leave via broomstick after creating a
diversion for you to, you know,� George replied, lowering his voice, pretending
to be kissing Harry's cat ear so that people didn't
think they were conspiring � useless, considering everyone knew Fred and George
always conspired.

�Broomstick? But aren't they in Umbridge's...� George
pressed a kiss to his lips, his own mouth spread in a grin.

�Don't you worry your pretty little head about that.� He pulled away finally,
passing Harry his invisibility cloak that he and Fred had been using earlier in
the day to make necessary preparations. �Put that on as soon as you're out of
sight, and be careful.�

Harry scowled at him. �I'm not a kid,� he muttered. George laughed and slapped
his ass before walking away, not even bothering to deign
that with a reply. Harry shot death glares at his back before hurrying away,
Hermione and Ron following after him.

�Harry, don't,� Hermione whispered hurriedly � they knew that Harry was going
to be using Umbridge's fire to contact Sirius at Grummauld Place, an extremely risky plan, but Harry had to do
it. If he and the twins were going to be on the run, there was no guarantee
they'd take him to Grimmauld Place � Dumbledore would
be furious if he found out.

And if Harry stayed at the school, he wouldn't get another opportunity to break
into Umbridge's office, and hers was the only one
with unrestricted floo.

�Sorry, Hermione,� Harry whispered to her and, on impulse, surged forward and
wrapped her in a hug, getting a mouthful of bushy hair in the process. He then
pulled Ron into a hug with a pat on the back, and used their stunned stillness
to escape, pulling on the cloak once he turned into an empty corridor.

The castle shook a bit, the unmistakable sign that the twins had already gotten
down to business. Harry reached Umbridge's office, seeing
her hurry out, muttering about disruptions and students who would get what's
coming to them. Harry slipped into her office, ready to talk to Sirius all
about what he'd seen in Snape's pensieve.

XxXxXxX

Filch eventually disrupted his conversation with Sirius, that had soothed a lot
of his frazzled nerves. Muttering about whippings, he rummaged through Umbridge's draws as Harry stood still under the
invisibility cloak, trying not to breathe.

As soon as Filch exited, Harry followed after him, hoping it wasn't as bad as
he thought it was � permission for whippings? The twins, it seemed, had broke
the final straw on the camel�s back.

The corridors were deserted as he followed Filch, and he realised why when he
saw what had to be the whole school gathered in the Entrance Hall, in a huge
circle. Harry ripped off his cloak and pushed his way through the crowd until
he reached the scene getting so much attention.

Fred and George stood in the middle of the circle, looking very smug with
themselves. Umbridge was glaring at them, fuming, and
Filch handed her the forms he'd retrieved from the drawer. A satisfied smile
spread across her face.

It was just like the night with Trelawney.

�So!� Umbridge began, folding her arms. The twins
gave her their undivided attention. �So, you think it's amusing to turn a
school corridor into a swamp, do you?�

Harry groaned under his breath, even as a laugh bubbled up in his throat. Of
course they would choose the most ridiculous, disruptive and dramatic way to
leave the school.

�I've got the whips waiting, headmistress,� Filch told her, hoarse voice full
of excitement, and Harry shuddered, hoping the twins escaped before anything of
the sort could happen.

�Very good, Argus,� Umbridge praised, spotting Harry
out of the corner of her eye and smirking at him creepily. Harry hissed back.
Fred and George threw her twin glares. �You boys are about to learn what
happens to wrong-doers at my school,� she went on, returning her attention to
the twins.

�You know what, I don't think we are,� Fred said, as if he held all the secrets
in the world and Umbridge was never going to discover
them.

�I do believe we've outgrown full-time education, don't you think, Harry?�
George continued, turning to Harry. His eyebrows went up, telling Harry that
this was his chance, his choice. He could leave with Fred and George, away from
Umbridge's oppressive reign. Sure, Dumbledore,
Sirius, Mrs Weasley, everyone would be furious at
him, at them.

But he could be so happy.

Or he could stay here, with Umbridge looming over his
shoulder, and show his true colours, his loyalty, to those who doubted his
sanity thanks to the Daily Prophet.

He could add fuel to the rebellion against Umbridge.

He could show he wouldn�t abandon Hogwarts.

But it was his choice, and the twins weren't going to make it for him. He had
to face up to his responsibilities.

�I think you have,� Harry said
quietly. George smiled slightly � it was sad, but proud. He knew what Harry was
planning. They�d known all along, really. �I'm sure we'll be fine without you
somehow.�

No, he wouldn't be.

But it was only for a few more months, and he would never be fully separated from
the twins � he had the faint marks on his arms, the bond thrumming in his
heart, to keep him close to them. And he had Ron and Hermione to always be
there for him.

�We'll always be in reach,� Fred told him, in a mere whisper no-one could hear.
Harry's sensitive hearing caught it, though. Harry
grinned at him, then at George.

�Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you
reckon?� George said loudly, once again resuming with their ridiculous conversation,
although without as much joviality as before.

�Definitely,� Fred replied, holding up his wand. Umbridge
flinched back, as if he'd pointed it straight at her. �Accio
brooms.�

Harry's ears picked up a faint crash in the distance,
and he couldn't help but laugh as he realised what Fred was doing. Looking to
his left, he ducked just in time, as three brooms came trailing along, chains
dragging on the floor.

Fred and George grabbed theirs, and then George took Harry�s,
and shrunk it. He winked at him. �For safe keeping.� Harry smiled back at him,
glad they had it, and not Umbridge.

�We won't be seeing you,� Fred told Umbridge,
swinging onto his broom as George did the same. Then, the two twins drifted
over to him. George bestowed a kiss on Harry's lips,
and Fred ruffled his hair, real longing in his eyes. Harry reached out and
squeezed his hand.

�Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch,� George said, raising his voice to Umbridge, as they began to drift up higher, above the
crowd. There were awed whispers beginning to break out from the deadly silence,
and Umbridge looked like she was going to explode
from embarrassment and frustration.

�If anyone fancies buying a portable swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to
ninety-three, Diagon Alley � Weasley's
Wizarding Wheezes,� Fredd
said in a loud voice. �Our new premises!�

Harry made sure to ingrain it into his memory as George rattled on about
discounts for students while Umbridge screamed at
Filch, at anyone, to stop them, but it was too late. She pulled out her wand,
but Harry had already slunk over to her, anticipating this reaction, and yowled
loudly in her ear. She yelped and dropped the wand in surprise, and he melted
into the crowd, sending a wink at the twins, who laughed.

Peeves was floating near them, looking quite distraught at the loss of his
favourite pranksters. George smiled at him comfortingly. �Give her hell from
us, Peeves.�

Peeves, looking proud at his order, did what no-one had ever seen him do
before. He swept his belled hat from his head and saluted, tears in his yes.

There was a roar of applause from the students down below, and the twins flew
away, out of the windows of the school, and far into the night, with this sound
whistling in their ears. Harry quickly escaped before Umbridge
turned on him for the yowl.

XxXxXxX

�Are you going to be all right?� Ron asked as he and Hermione caught up to
Harry. Harry smiled at them faintly, feeling tears in his eyes the moment he
was out of the public�s sight. Ron and Hermione smiled at him sadly, each wrapping
an arm around him as they walked.

Harry felt warmth in his chest as he looked from Ron to Hermione. �Thanks. I
think I'll be all right.�

XxXxXxX

Haha, sap, for once... Apologies for the
lack of smut, just not in the smutty mood, bizarrely O.O

Hopefully I didn�t use too much from the book this chapter, although I know I
did in the one before, and the one before that. Unfortunately, I kind of had
to, really, but I apologise to those who didn�t like it.

Despite what it may seem like, there's a reason I'm keeping Fred and George leaving,
which you'll find out about in a chapter or two ;)

Hope you enjoyed! Tell me if there�s anything I needed to improve on again :P

Pledodge - you are so right about the neck scruff moment! Agh, it slipped my mind!
I assure you, you will be seeing it at some point ;)
I would also love to see Harry chase his tail ;;begins plotting;;
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