Hey there. This is my first fanfiction so sorry if it's not great. This is a plot idea I decided to run with- you get load of stories on people (usually Snape) taking Harry away from number 4, this I a twist on that. Fred and George saw how harry was treated in Chamber of Secrets and don't strike me as they type to leave friends in a bad place, so what do you do if you can't take the away and aren't too bothered by the rules? You go to them. (I havent seen many stories like this- mostly ones where people stay at number 4 for some reason- but let me know if you have). Suggestions and constructive criticism welcome.

Not currently planning on any major pairings (if there are they'll be cannon).

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters and this is a non-profit fiction

Chapter 1:

It was closing time at the joke shop and Fred was checking the finance books while George dealt with the last few customers. The shop was coming along nicely and business was getting better by the day.

Fred looked around his desk, bored. This was the part of the business he hated- paperwork and finances. He decided they'd have to come up with a product for that- maybe something like the marauders map that changed with a password from homework to a comic. Thinking of the map made his mind wander further, this time to the boy who helped make this possible: Harry Potter, their little brother's best friend, the boy who he'd seen go through countless trials and adventures.

Think of Harry made him realise that not only was Harry special to Ron but to his whole family- the boy had given him and George the final leg-up to get there business off the ground, helped Ron's confidence with their adventures, and even saved Ginny's life. There was no doubt there whole family owed Harry a lot, which made him wish he could help more. The question was how? Fred could hardly take on Voldemort for him, or keep the press from attacking at the first sign of trouble (he was thankful they were trying for Harry's good books again), he couldn't even take him away from his so-called relatives. He felt his anger rise.

Just thinking of the Dursley's made him sick. Those muggles had one of the kindest and bravest people he'd ever met living in their house, yet, they had both seen how they treat him. He though back to the summer when he was just 14. They had borrowed their dad car and used it to rescue their friend. When they saw him Fred could hardly believe his eyes; Harry was so thin, locked in a dingy room, his belongings taken away and bars on his window.

Of course there mum thought they were exaggerating and then the fiasco with the chamber drove the incident out of all their heads, but still, he doubted they were much better.

Fred's thoughts were interrupted when his twin walked in holding a letter looking tired.

"Another postal order?" he enquired.

"No" replied George "mum"

"Why's she sending a letter? She does realise we see her 3 time a week right?" Fred sighed.

"She's worried, she just read about the attack that happened a few streets over. Apparently she's decided were not safe living in the shop"

'That's just great' Fred thought 'we have enough to do without moving back home: we'll never get anything done!'

As usual George seemed to read his thoughts;

"If we want to avoid moving back home we'll need a compromise with her"

As they both pondered the question Fred found himself thinking of all the issues in their lives: running the business, helping the order any way they can, keeping mum happy. This somehow led him back to thinking of all the issues Harry dealt with and wondering how he didn't go mad.

That's when it struck him. A way to kill all three birds with one stone, while at the same time helping to lighten his friend's painful burdens.

He met George's eye- a grin slowly spreading across his face, soon mirrored in the face of his doppelganger. He sensed Fred had a plan.

After a brief discussion they had the perfect plan, one that would have them in a safe neighbourhood to keep mum happy, yet with the space to work on the shop and their inventions, all the while helping the order protect their greatest hope, from both death eaters and Dursley's.

The next day they were going house hunting… in Privet Drive.