A/N: I just saw the movie (I recommend it. It's worth seeing just for Looney) and loved the twins, so here's another chapter.
Fred watched warily as Harry paced the room, every few seconds letting out a scream, causing sparks to fly out of the tip of his wand. "How could she do this?" Harry screamed, his voice echoing in the nearly deserted common room.
"'Cause she's evil?" Ron suggested dully.
Lee sat down on the other side of George, one hand slipping around his friend's shoulders, wincing as fire erupted in his back. "Calm down, Harry." He instructed, his voice soothing.
"Calm down? This is all my fault!" Harry collapsed in a chair, chest heaving.
Fred cocked an eyebrow, "How do you work that one out?"
Harry shook his head. "If it weren't for me and the stupid DA…"
Fred fixed him with a glare he often gave his brothers. Harry was as much his brother as Ron was, even more so than Percy. "Listen, the DA has nothing to do with this. She's twisted."
Harry met Fred's eyes and winced, then crossed over, lifting up George's shirt for proof. "She has to be stopped." He said, disgusted. Red welts covered George's back, criss-crossing each other. George gasped, suddenly, wiggling out of Harry's reach, his face expressing pain before he calmed down again.
Harry looked mortified. "Sorry George. I didn't mean to hurt you."
George turned to the younger boy, looking for the first time something like his old self. "You didn't hurt me Harry, don't worry." He clapped Harry on the back and sat upright, wincing again but other then that displaying no signs of pain.
Lee shifted slightly. Hermione, on the other side of the room, saw the dark boy bite his tongue, letting out a stream of swears towards Umbridge. Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, Lee, I'm sorry. I forgot."
She knelt in front of the boy, lifting his shirt gently to display similar marks, standing out brilliantly against the dark back drop. She muttered the same spell, blinking hard to keep from crying. She looked up. Ron looked sick, Harry angry. George looked defeated.
"We never should have tried to escape." George murmured, eyes on his knees. "Look where that's gotten us."
Lee stood up, planting himself in front of his friend. "No mate, what you did was awesome. You gave people hope. I think they're going to fight now."
George shrugged, but he looked like he didn't believe a word Lee said.
Harry growled, swiping his hand over a nearby table, scattering parchment and quills. "We've got to do something!" He growled, voice harsh.
"What are we supposed to do, Harry?" Fred stood up. The seventh year stood almost a foot taller than the younger boy. "We tried everything, we tried to escape. Look where that got us!" he gestured to George, who sat on the couch, a carbon copy of Fred except for the scars from the fall, and to Lee, who was watching the conversation through dark eyes, his face unreadable. "George nearly died, Harry!"
Harry looked taken aback by Fred's sudden outburst, then gathered himself up again. "This time it won't just be the three of you. I promise. I'll help, the DA will help. We'll win, Fred."
Fred looked doubtful. George piped up, "We still have some fireworks, Fred. She didn't seem to like those very much."
Fred turned to him, and saw Lee, his face thoughtful, "You know, I bet I can reconfigure the Swamp so it can go down stairs."
Ron spoke from a corner of the room, "Don't worry, Fred, me and Hermione can take on the Inquisitorial Squad. It'd be cool to see them barfing up slugs."
Hermione nodded fervently, "Ginny would be awesome with that hex."
Harry looked at Fred. "We need you, both of you." He included George. Harry smiled. "Hogwarts best mischief makers." He saw Fred relenting, added, "I bet you could have given my dad a run for his money."
Fred looked at the boy and smiled. He knew it must have taken a lot for his to say that. His expression wavered for a moment, doubtful. "I almost lost my brother, Harry. He almost died. I can't let that happen again."
Harry was confident, his voice reassuring. "It won't, Fred. I promise."
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