Disclaimer in Chapter 1. Will add as needed.

Fred woke up with a groan, his head was pounding. He patted vaguely along the bed, across his brother, and toward where the night stand should be; Winky had stored some pain potions there and he could really use one.

Unfortunately, the bed seemed to have shrunk over night and the motion rolled Fred and George right out of the bed to slam unforgivingly into the creaky wooden floor. Fred frowned, the floor in their room at LeFay Castle wasn't creaky. Fred finally opened his eyes as he levered himself off of George and froze when he looked up to scan the room.

"Fuck Fred." George whined, "Did Loki shrink our bed again?" He grumbled sleepily.

"Loki has never been to the Burrow." Fred choked.

"Whaa..." George began as he blinked open his eyes, his eyes immediately locked onto Fred, "What the...why are you so small?! You look like a second year!"

"Forget about that! Look where we are!" Fred exclaimed.

George frowned but look around, his eyes widening as he took in their old room at the Burrow. "What happened!"

Fred moved off of George and sat against the bed, dropping his head into his hands, "Last I remember..." he frowned, "Ron sent that dark curse at us?"

George tilted his head as he sat up, "No, Harriet came for us after that remember?"

'Still ready to follow me anywhere?' Harriet's voice echoed softly in their minds.

Fred's frown deepened, "Did she do this then?" He asked curiously, "Why would she deage us and send us to the Burrow?"

George reached out to their bond with Harriet and froze, "Fred...I can't feel her."

"She blocked us?" Fred asked as he too reached for their bond. It quickly became clear that she had not blocked them; even if she had they would have been able to feel wisps of her, emotions at the very least, but this was like hitting a brick wall. Nothing got through it. All they could tell was the bond was still complete, letting them know Harriet was at least alive.

Fred and George shared a worried look as they quickly stood, ready to go find their mate, but the door to their room opened before they could make it too far.

They gaped at the person in the doorway.

"What the bloody hell are you two gawpin' at?" A young looking Ron asked, his arms crossed over his chest. "Mum wants you downstairs for breakfast. Our letters are due any minute, then mum wants to hit Diagon Alley before it gets too busy." With that Ron turned and slammed the door as he exited, seconds later the twins could hear their mum yelling at Ron for the slam.

"Was that..."

"Ron looking like a first year?" Fred finished, "Yeah and that sounded like mum."

"But Nat killed her a year ago." George said with a frown.

Fred hummed and turned to where he remembered their trunk should be. "We need to figure out what is happening. Find Harriet and get back to LeFay Castle before everyone does something stupid." He stopped and frowned at the mess on top of their trunks.

George moved over to his brother and peered over his shoulder to see what had caused Fred to stop, his eyebrows rising when he took in the charred potions equipment scattered on top of the trunk, "If this is some illusion it's a really elaborate one." He murmured.

"This is...the equipment we exploded before our third year?" Fred questioned, reaching down and plucking experimentally at the strangely fractured stirring rod that he distinctly remembered because of the fracture pattern in the shape of a cat. "Merlin, whoever set this up was serious. Even the fracture is the same." He murmured to George.

George's eyebrows drew together, "It's not completely perfect. The explosion that caused this had us knocked out for three days."

Fred nodded as the memory came to him through his bond with George, "Mum had to take us to St. Mungos."

"We missed our third year letters." George continued, "We didn't go to Diagon Alley until two days after getting home from Mungos."

"So that rules out Loki messing with us." Fred huffed as they cleared away the mess wandlessly and he opened the trunk. "He wouldn't have missed a detail like that."

The thought of apperating home sprung through their minds before George shook his head, "Not here. If this is the real Burrow then the wards would alert people."

"Diagon then." Fred said, "The magical signatures there would be too muddled for them to pin point who it was."

George tilted his head, "Can we still use Mischief and Mayhem?"

Fred reached out for his animagus and was replaced with a fox not a second later, the fox looked down at itself, swishing his black tipped tail before changing back to Fred just as quickly. "So that's a yes." he bent to start pulling clothes from their trunk, "Who would go through making an illusion of us being younger but leave us our animagus forms?"

"And our wandless magic, we couldn't use that easily until we bonded with Harri." George added, taking a shirt from Fred, "It doesn't make sense."

Fred gave a short nod, "So we need to observe as much as we can and find our way back to Harriet."

A small smile made its way onto George's face, "What a goal."

Fred grinned, "If we can get home and get everything fixed before another chitauri attack maybe we can convince Harriet to show us the stuff she bought in Paris the other day."

"For our Queen then brother?"

"For our Queen!"

I'll update this one on Friday!