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Life without the twins was... strange.

Harry was definitely enjoying the independence he was displayed with (although
that independence was snatched back by the upcoming exams). He could climb a tree
and get stuck without Fred popping up to help him down while teasing and
laughing. He could drink milk without George making lewd comments in his ear.
He had more time to spend with Ron and Hermione.

But he missed having someone to pet his ears at night as he curled against
them. He missed their frequent squabbles. He missed the dangerous secret he'd
constantly carried around with him, making their encounters all the more
thrilling, breathtaking.

He missed the twins.

Ginny would occasionally send him guilty looks as if it were her fault they'd
left. She was slowly recovering from her dangerous bout of jealousy, and
avoided Malfoy like the plague. She would tag along
with Harry, Ron and Hermione, saying nothing, as if she were silently begging
for forgiveness that Harry was only too glad to give, if only to stop the
family rift.

Ron and Hermione slowly forgave her, too. Harry just wanted everything with her
to be over � he hated tearing the Weasleys apart, and
was glad that at least Ron continued to be friendly, although it was strained,
without the same affection he used to show her.

Harry wondered if the twins would ever forgive her.

�I want to sleep,� Ron whined as he rested his cheek on the history book
splayed in front of him. Harry grunted in agreement, curled up on a large
pillow in front of the fire and pretending to read while secretly cat napping.

Hermione scowled at them both, looking frazzled and exhausted, dark circles
under her eyes. �Well it's your own fault for not taking this seriously and
leaving revision until the last minute!� she snarled, standing up abruptly and
shutting her book. �I'm going to bed, because I can afford to.�

With that, she stalked off. Ron stared after her, bemused, before turning to
Harry who was equally as taken-aback. �Mental, that one.�

Harry grinned. �You can say that again.� He then turned his attention back to
his History textbook. It was the night before the History OWL, and Harry just
couldn't absorb all the dull information on trolls and goblin wars.

�Where d'you reckon Hagrid
is?� Ron asked quietly, aware of the few other fifth and seventh years staying
up for a late-night cramming session. Harry sighed, tail stopping it's languid
wagging at the reminder of Hagrid leaving the school,
being forced out violently by Ministry members. McGonagall had suffered a fatal
blow that night, too. All this was witnessed during their Astronomy OWL exam.

�With Dumbledore,� Harry said, equally as quiet. And the twins was left
unsaid.

�D'you wish you'd, you know... gone with them?� Ron
said after a moment of silence where he studied Harry, who was playing with his
own tail in an attempt to distract himself. Harry tensed, knowing the question
was coming. He was surprised Ron or Hermione hadn't asked him before, in all
honesty.

�A bit,� he said, wincing when he saw the flash of hurt in Ron's eyes. �But I
couldn't leave you, or Hermione, no matter how insane she's acting. I know I've
been a crap friend, but...� he trailed off awkwardly.

�S'all right,� Ron said uncomfortably, before
offering him a grin which Harry gladly returned. �I can understand � Fred and
George take up a lot of attention, always have.� He said the last part slightly
bitterly. Ron had always been overshadowed by his older siblings.

�Still, that's no excuse. You're my best mate,� Harry told him, voice firm and
not leaving room for an argument. �You mean just as much as the twins do to
me.�

�Same to you,� Ron returned, and then embarrassedly returned to reading about
the Goblin wars. Harry smiled to himself and went back to his book as well. To
him, the air was already feeling lighter.

XxXxXxX

Umbridge had, unsurprisingly, been furious at the
dramatic departure of the twins and, for the first few weeks, focused most of
her anger on Harry, who�s hand suffered greatly.

But, as it turned out, Ron, Hermione and even Lee Jordan were quite successful
in directing her attention off of Harry, mainly by becoming Peeves suppliers.
The corridors of Hogwarts would never be the same once the year was out if
Peeves kept up his heavy pranking ways.

The twins hadn�t wrote much, the occasional letter to let him know that they
were still alive and in the process of setting up their joke shop while doing
Order work. Dumbledore had allowed them to join despite Mrs Weasley�s
protests, saying they�d done quite an impressive job leaving Hogwarts. The
letter always finished with the assurance that they loved him, and he secretly
kept them hidden under his pillow, wrapped in his invisibility cloak.

At first, he�d been confused and hurt as to why the twins rarely contacted him despite
their assurances that they�d always be there.

�Well, what can you expect? Being in the Order is a hard, time-consuming job,
not to mention being on the run from Umbridge and
setting up their own joke shop. Plus haven�t you seen the way Umbridge�s eyes have been fixed �on Hedwig since the
twins left?�

Harry shook his head negative � he�d spent most of his time avoiding Umbridge�s gaze, really. Of course, Charlie wouldn�t have
this sort of problem.

�She�s itching to get her hands on a letter from the twins. You�re not safe,
Harry. I can protect you, but by the looks of it, I won�t be here for very
long, either.� Charlie had finished with that ominous premonition, and wouldn�t
elaborate despite Harry practically whining.

Two weeks after, it had become clear what he meant, as Ministry Officials
flooded Snape�s personal quarters, where Charlie had
taken up residence, and attempted to arrest him. Snape
had reacted instantly, distracting them while Charlie made a quick escape.

Umbridge�s eyes rarely left Snape
these days. And Snape�s eyes rarely left Harry.

�Wish Snape would stop being so creepy,� Harry
grumbled as he shovelled food into his mouth at about the same rate as Ron. He�d
forgone dinner the night before to keep out of Umbridge�s
path of fury -� Peeves had been up to his
old tricks again.

�He�s only protecting you,� Hermione reminded him curtly, possibly out of
annoyance of Harry and Ron�s constant speculations about Snape�s
loyalty, or possibly because she was out of her mind from studying for the
OWL�s so hard.

�It�s still creepy,� Harry bit back, quelling when Hermione raised bloodshot,
terrifying eyes to glare at him. They were all under strain from the fierce
tests, but none more so than Hermione, who barely slept unless Ron discreetly
cast weariness charms on her � unethical but effective.

�Maybe it was Charlie�s last wish or something?� Seamus suggested.

�You make it sound like he�s dead,� groused Ron, more than a tad annoyed at the
attention his brother was getting for his apparently miraculous escape from
Hogwarts � awe-inspiring, apparently, despite the fact that no-one but Snape had seen it, and Harry highly doubted that he�d
started the rumours. � Besides, I doubt Charlie�s last wish was for Snape to drive Harry to suicide.�

Harry snickered into his pumpkin juice and promptly choked, while Hermione
scowled at Ron. �I think he means that Charlie wanted Snape
to protect Harry.�

�Oh yeah, and a great job he�s doing,� Ron snapped back, holding up Harry�s bandaged hand, which he yanked away, sending Ron a venomous
look.

�What�s wrong with your hand?� Dean asked, as Seamus made a grab for Harry�s hand. Harry unsheathed his claws and held them up
threateningly.

�That�s hardly Snape�s fault!� Hermione and Ron were
still bickering. Despite leaps and bounds in their relationship, it sometimes
seemed that they would never get past arguing. Some days it irritated Harry,
and others he couldn�t help but be amused. They were like children, pulling
hair and pushing each other into puddles.

�So what�s wrong with it?� Dean persisted. Seamus held up a bit of fish,
catching Harry�s attention, and then grabbed his hand
while he was distracted. Harry made an irritated, feline sound, which didn�t
deter Seamus as he unwrapped the bandage, paled, and re-wrapped it.

Dean asked, �what is it?�. Seamus merely held up his own bandaged hand. Dean
nodded, as if that explained everything, and then turned to break up the
growing tension between Ron and Hermione.

�She�s putting more of us in detention. Cow,� Seamus said quietly, eyes
flickering from Lee Jordan to Colin Creevey, even to
Cho Chang.

Harry nodded. �The twins got her to stop for a while, but they�re not here any
longer, and I don�t even know much of what they said, anyway. Can�t do it
again.� A lump formed in his throat at the thought of the twins � he hadn�t
heard from them in a month.

Hermione abruptly stood up and gathered up her bag. �I�m going to the library
to study,� she said stiffly. Ron rolled his eyes.

�It�s the last exam in an hour! What�s the point? It�s just History of Magic.�

�Unlike some people, I want to succeed in life.� Hermione stormed off, leaving
her scathing remark behind. Ron muttered under his breath about being more
successful than her. Harry patted his shoulder and stood up.

�We should take another look at the textbook, maybe Hermione�s right; we can at
least try and pass, eh?� Ron nodded despondently and stood as well.

Harry was glad when they escaped from the hall, and the searing eyes of both Umbridge and Snape.

XxXxXxX

�A
flash of red hair.

�Pick it up,� a cold voice hissed. �Useless little boys, pick it up!� Two heads
shook simultaneously. Two bodies tried to hide quivers of pain.

�We won�t... obey you...� a raspy voice, almost unrecognisable, croaked. Voldemort�s cackle was high and grating as he pointed his
wand at the speaker.

�I assure you, you will. Crucio!� Screams flooded the room. Harry wished he
could cover his ears at the tortured sounds as the bodies writhed on the floor.

�Pick it up!� Voldemort ordered, releasing the curse.

�Never,� Fred hissed. Beside him, George grinned and shook his head.

XxXxXxX

The realisation hit him like a cold kick in the gut.

�Mr Potter?� someone asked loudly, and there was a slapping at his cheek. Harry�s eyes opened unnaturally wide to see an unfamiliar
face looming over him.

He bolted upright, feeling sweat trickle down the back of his neck. His
breathing was harsh and his throat was raw, as if he�d just let out a banshee�s
scream. Judging by the way many unusually pale faces peered at him from various
desks, he deducted that he had, in fact, screamed.

�Mr Potter? Are you all right?� the same woman asked, helping him to stand up
on shaky legs.

Fred and George.

�I... I�m fine,� Harry replied hoarsely. The woman didn�t let go of his arm
when he stood, correctly guessing that he would fall back down. Her eyes,
covered by round glasses, peered at him with concern.

�Would you like to get a glass of water?� she queried. Harry nodded, knowing he
couldn�t return to the exam. Not now. Not with what he knew.

Fred and George are in danger.

The exam moderator led him out of the hall, and he could feel a hundred eyes
burning into his back curiously. He didn�t care about the spectacle he�d just
made of himself � there were more important things on his mind. His lovers.
Being tortured.

�Here you are,� the woman sang, sitting him down on a bench in the corridor and
bringing him a glass of water. �You just wait here, maybe you�ll feel good
enough to go back into the exam in a few minutes.� With that, she bustled off, and
Harry was left clutching a glass of cold water and feeling sick to his stomach.

There was no way he was going back into that exam.

XxXxXxX

�Harry!� Hermione gasped when he pulled her and Ron from the crowded corridor
into an empty classroom. He was aware that he didn�t look the best � after
fleeing the corridor he�d been left in, he�d stayed in a bathroom, splashing
cold water on himself to try and calm his shaky nerves.

�It�s Fred and George,� Harry began without preamble. �Voldemort....
he�s got them. He�s got Fred and George!�

Ron and Hermione stared at him for a moment with incredulous gazes. �You have
to believe me!�

�... But, mate... how do you know this?� Ron asked hesitantly, probably quite
put off with the scary expression adorning Harry�s
face. Hermione rolled her eyes and slapped Ron upside the head.

�Did you not notice the screaming?� she snapped. Ron flushed and looked away.

�Just figured you�d had enough of the exam. Merlin knows I was near screaming,�
he replied abashedly. Harry shook his head � they weren�t taking this seriously
at all. Fred and George were in danger and they were discussing the exam?!

�They�re hurt! Voldemort�s torturing them, trying to
get them to do something. But it�s the twins � you know they never take orders,
not even under the Cruciatris curse. They could be
dead by now, for all I know!� That thought had only just struck him, and he
suddenly felt the need to sit down as his face lost any colour it once had.

Hermione wisely conjured a chair and helped him sit down. �They could be dead.�

�They�re not, Harry. They�re not dead. This is Fred and George, of course they
aren�t. What if that vision was false?� Harry looked up as Hermione said this,
jaw clenched with offense. �For all you know they could be back at the Burrow,
brewing potions and being screamed at by Mrs Weasley.�

�She�s right, Harry. Voldemort might just be tricking
you,� Ron backed Hermione up. Harry couldn�t help but feel betrayed, by both
his friends.

�Don�t you think I�d know what�s a real vision and what�s a false one?!� he
exclaimed, shooting to his feet and brushing back the fatigue that action gave
him. In a quick burst of inspiration, he yanked his sleeve up, exposing the arm
with the marks from his bonding. They were a deep black as opposed to the faint
scars they�d been before. A sure sign something was wrong. �This is real!
They�re in danger!�

Hermione groaned softly and ran a hand through her bushy hair, before looking
to Ron for help. Ron looked equally as baffled. However, they were convinced.
�Is there any way we can contact the Burrow?� he asked.

�No, the floo�s down, and an owl would take a day,
maybe more,� Hermione answered, frustrated that, for all wizarding
magic was brilliant, they had no way of making particularly fast connections
with other people if one network was down.

A realisation suddenly struck Harry. �The floo�s not
down everywhere,� he said softly, and then began to walk hastily, towards the
stairs that would take him up a few floors. Hermione and Ron ran to catch up
with him after sharing confused looks.

�What do you mean?� Hermione asked. �Umbridge has
banned the floo eve- oh.� She stopped for a moment,
before moving again, as fast as Harry, an angry look on her face. �Absolutely
not!�

��Absolutely not� what?� Ron piped in from Harry�s
other side. Hermione quickly explained it to him while also trying to get Harry
to see reason.

�Harry, it�s dangerous!� she moaned quietly, in fear of any of the students
spying on them and reporting back to Umbridge. Harry
shook his head wildly, cat ears flapping.

�It�s Fred and George. I have to... I have to help them!�

�And what if she catches you?� Hermione snarled as they neared Gryffindor
tower, hastily giving the Fat Lady the password.

�... I can help,� a voice said from behind them. They turned around as one,
surprised when they came face to face with the earnest, almost desperate Ginny Weasley. �I�m not the twin�s sister for nothing.�

XxXxXxX

There we go, another nice, fresh chapter�

This is going to end soon, and when it�s ended I�m going to edit a lot of it to
make it as good as I can, as I�m aware it�s lacking in a lot of departments. If
any of you readers who�d made it this far have any
suggestions of what I�m missing, maybe an important scene that could have gone
smoother, or too much angsty in certain chapters
where it was unnecessary, or where you think Harry acts too weak (� which would
be everywhere, come to think of it), I�d love it if you�d either review, or
email me:

Crackle _ claw at yahoo dot co dot uk (take out
spaces and replaced at and dot with actual symbols, as always ;) )

Thanks for all your help in advance!

And also a big thanks to all my lovely reviewers, you guys are absoloutely amazing ;)
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