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As Dumbledore and Malfoy battled,
Ron dragged Harry away from the scene, quite against Harry�s
will � he wanted to help Dumbledore.

�Dumbledore�s fine! Like Malfoy could even gain an
inch on him,� Ron reassured him as they ran down the large staircase. �Now, we
better find the others before they die from worry, and then it won�t be
Dumbledore you�re concerned about.�

Harry nodded and ran with Ron instead of against him. There was a huge battle
going on � more Death Eaters had arrived, and with them, more Order of the
Phoenix members. Harry and Ron continuously had to duck and dodge flashing
spells. Some of the spells looked awful.

�I see them!� Harry exclaimed, spotting unmistakable vibrant orange hair among
swarms of black robes. Hermione was bravely fighting some Death Eaters, with
Ginny sitting behind her, clutching her leg. Neville�s nose was bleeding, and
most of his spells were going wrong, but Harry still felt proud of him.

�See that?� Ron murmured to him, noticing the expression on Harry�s
face. �You did that.�

Harry shook his head. �Nah, Neville did that. He just needed a little help.�

Ron grinned. �Whatever you say, mate.� He then drew out his wand and stood
beside the struggling Neville. Harry shot down a Death Eater creeping up on
Fred with a stunner. Fred turned to him, grinned, and went back to his battle.

�We need to get you out of here,� George announced, appearing behind Harry
suddenly.

�Expelliarmus.
Why? I caused this, I need to help!� Harry argued back. George rolled his eyes.

�Because � Stupefy � you�re the one
in the most danger! We need to get you out before Voldemort
strolls in and � bloody hell, Expelliarmus � chops your head off.�

�Better he targets me than someone else. Petrificus Totalus!� Harry countered. He�d rather
he was targeted than one of his friends, just because he�d been too much of a
wimp to stay and tackle Voldemort.

�No, we�re getting you out of here,� Fred said from behind him, voice firm.
Without further ado, an arm was wrapped around him, and he found himself being
dragged from the battle.

�Put me down! Fred!� Harry yelled, digging claws into Fred�s arm, wanting to
get back into the battle. �You can�t do thi- Sirius!�
he gasped, cutting himself off, as he spotted his Godfather among the recently
arrived Order members. The man was battling a woman who looked clearly insane,
and Harry wanted to go help him.

Sirius� eyes met Harry�s for a moment, and widened.
He looked past him, to Fred. �What�re you waiting for?! Get him out!� Fred was
quick to agree and, before Harry could have his say, he was across the room,
and out the door, Fred and George behind him�
and Hermione and Ron bringing up the rear, supporting Ginny between he
and Neville. Luna somehow found the will to skip in front of Harry and Fred,
and Harry barely resisted the urge to kick her for being so casual.

They entered the spinning room, and Harry groaned as the door shut and they
were spun around again, curling deeper into Fred�s arms (he wasn�t entirely
certain when he�d become willing to be embraced). George ran his fingers
through his hair and petted his cat ears, but it didn�t stop the disorientation
when the room stopped moving. Ron stumbled about blearily for a few moments,
leaving Hermione to hold Ginny up.

�Which one�s the way out?� Neville asked despairingly. Some doors had �X�s on,
from Malfoy presumably. After opening a few, and
leaving them open so the room didn�t spin, they discovered the way out, and
Harry was turned away from trying to escape back into the battle, and frog-marched
out of the Department of Mysteries.

The moment they passed the door, the whole group breathed a sigh of relief,
even Harry, although he twitched anxiously, hoping the battle was going fine. However,
with Dumbledore there, there was no way the Order could lose.

That didn�t stop him worrying about Sirius.

�C�mon, Dumbledore said we need to floo to his
office,� George announced, grabbing Harry�s hand and
beginning to run, causing Harry to run along with him reluctantly.

The atrium was bright and deserted when they reached it, the fountain still
trickling, loud enough to cover the sounds of their footsteps as they hurried
towards the fireplaces lining one wall.

It didn�t register that the fountain had stopped until Harry was at the
fireplace. Harry frowned, cat ears perking up, and turned around, seeing that
water was no longer flowing. That couldn�t be good.

Harry didn�t tell the others, instead, he hurried them along into the
fireplace. Had he told them, they would have panicked, and it would have turned
into chaos. Neville went through first to catch Ginny, and then Ginny, Hermione
following after, and then Ron. It was as Fred put his foot into the green fire
that Harry�s scar seared with pain, and a spell shot
through the air.

Harry pushed George down, and the spell struck the fireplace, instead of the
redhead. Fred quickly hopped out of the way, turning back as George pulled
Harry up, placing himself in front of the catboy.

�Oh Merlin,� Fred hissed, eyes widening. Harry, clutching his head, had a good
idea of just who arrived, and shuffled his way out from behind George to meet
Lord Voldemort head on.

�Harry Potter,� Voldemort hissed, voice as high and
body as emaciated as last year, in the graveyard. Harry felt himself trembling,
but he raised his wand anyway, useless though it would undoubtedly be. However,
with Priori Incantatem, he could at least stop Voldemort casting any spells.

It was his one defence.

Just as Voldemort sneered and raised his wand as
well, Dumbledore appeared in between them, quite suddenly. His back was to
Harry, but that didn�t stop him from addressing the boy. �Harry, don�t
interfere. The floo connection has been cut off, but
I will protect you.�

With that, Dumbledore focused his full attention on Voldemort.
The duel between them was awe-inspiring, and George and Fred used Harry�s distraction to pull him away, behind them, pressed
up against the wall. Their protection was soon joined by a statue, taken from
the fountain and animated, blocking any spells Voldemort
attempted to send their way, and also stopping the youths from interfering.

However, a well placed curse from Voldemort had
Dumbledore down on the floor, and then Voldemort
disappeared entirely, with not even a sound. Tense, they all looked around from
him.

Harry cried out as a jet of green light suddenly shot out from a corner, and
struck Fred in the side. Fred didn�t even have time to make a sound as he
crumpled to the floor, George falling onto his knees beside him in despair.

The light. Green light. There could
be no way that that was anything else, could there?

A cold feeling gripped his heart and refused to let go as Dumbledore hurried
over, sending spells into the corner, although it was useless. Voldemort had already disappeared again, most likely still
somewhere in the room.

Dumbledore knelt by Fred�s side and checked his pulse. Before he had time to
confirm Harry�s greatest fear made reality, Harry
suddenly felt like someone had punched him in the head.

Without even a sound, he crumpled to the ground, clutching his head tight. The
previous throbbing of his scar had turned into an acute, mind-numbing agony,
and he wanted it out, wanted the pain, whatever had caused the pain, out of his
head.

He writhed on the ground, vaguely hearing voices call out to him, before a dark
feeling began to creep over his mind, invading it, not even giving him a chance
to fend it off. And somehow he knew, without a doubt, that it was Voldemort, in his head, plundering his mind and showing no
mercy.

And Harry also knew he couldn�t let that happen.

Fred was fucking dead because of Voldemort, and the
pain seized his heart, despite the activity going on in his mind. Rage rose to
the surface, anger like he�d never before known, as everything he remembered
about Fred, his smell, his touch, his smile, burst through his mind. It didn�t
just stop at Fred � he was remembering George, wishing he could see George,
alive George, and hoping to Merlin that Voldemort
hadn�t taken him too, because Harry was so fucking stupid, and let Voldemort kill one of his lovers.

The presence in his mind, Voldemort�s presence, was
still battling to control him, but, for some reason, not succeeding. Harry
didn�t take notice, thoughts of the twins too strong in his mind, anguish
seizing him and not letting go.

He only noticed when the presence began retreating swiftly. Seconds after, it
was gone and Harry, shaking, dizzy, and confused, succumbed to darkness.

XxXxXxX

He awoke a few minutes later to Dumbledore�s blue eyes twinkling down on him.
�Ah, Harry, you�re awake,� he pointed out the obvious.

Harry opened his mouth, making an odd, hoarse squeak, before he cleared his
throat. �Guess I am,� he replied, trying to sit up. Dumbledore helped him up. Harry�s head still throbbed and made it hard to think.
�What-what happened?�

Dumbledore�s expression turned grave, and then his gaze moved to the side.
Harry followed it, eyes widening when he saw a group of medics bent over Fred,
who lay splayed on the floor, not moving. Harry couldn�t see his face.

�Is he- he�s not��

Suddenly, George was by his side, on his knees. He opened his arms, and Harry
practically fell into his embrace. �He�s not dead, right? He just� he can�t
be��

George sighed against his hair. �They won�t tell me anything. But� I don�t
think it was the Killing Curse. �Else they wouldn�t be trying to help him.�
Dumbledore nodded at George�s words.

�Harry, go back to my office. The floo�s working
again. We need to have a long talk,� Dumbledore told him. Harry nodded, not sure
what to say. He couldn�t think of anything but Fred, being struck down by green
light. So similar to what he saw through Dementors.

�I�ll stay with Fred, update you on what�s happening,� George told him softly,
standing and helping Harry up. Harry weakly fell against him, head pounding,
and George held him tight, burying his face in his hair. Harry felt lips press
against him, and he squeezed George tight.

�I can stay with you, if you want. I can talk to Dumbledore later,� Harry told
him, pulling away and looking into George�s sad, gorgeous eyes. George smiled
and pushed a lock of hair from his face.

�Don�t worry, Kitten, I�ll be fine. And so will Fred, you�ll see.� George then
began pushing him towards a fireplace, making sure Harry gripped some floo powder. Before Harry threw the powder in, George spun
him around and pressed a desperate kiss to his lips. Harry pressed back against
him, just as desperate for some contact, some reassurance.

�Love you so much, Harry,� George whispered softly. Harry smiled, a little
strained, but real. His first real smile in months.

�I love you too.�

George spun him around again, to face the fire, and Harry threw the powder in,
calling out �Dumbledore�s Office, Hogwarts!�

George watched him go with a sad, wistful look.

XxXxXxX

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