Fred and George had spent the evening sitting around their wireless radio listening for reports on death eater activity while they waited for someone from the Burrow to send word. They were both uncharacteristically anxious.

"Bathroom" George muttered, unable to stand siting around anymore.

George crossed the tiny kitchen into their bathroom and shut the door behind him. He turned his head to the side and look at his non-ear in the mirror. His stomach dropped yet again as he realized it was never growing back. Shaking the thought out of his head, he reached for the doorknob, never really having had to go to the bathroom. As he did so, a sharp pain shot through his head in the direction of his non-ear. He suddenly felt dizzy and he swayed slightly on the spot and leaned with his shoulder against the door to keep himself from falling.

"Hey, George! Get out here! There's a patronus!" Fred called from the living room.

George steadied himself and walked out into the living room, still a little dizzy but able to remain composed. There it was, the shining silver mass that was unmistakably their father's patronus. The weasel stood on its hind legs and Arthur's voice came out of it.

"We are being questioned. Every move is being tracked. Apparate back to the Burrow now."

Fred and George looked at each other, and seeing no reason why they should delay, disapparted.

The twins had barely entered the house when their heads were knocked together from their mother's tight embrace.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness you two are alright," Molly crooned, kissing each of her sons on the cheek.

Arthur gave them a grim smile and gestured them to follow into the living room. There, were two black-robed death eaters standing in the middle of the room. Bill, Fleur, Charlie, and Ginny were all sitting on the sofa looking anxious.

"Right," said one of the death eaters. "If you all will leave the room, we'll be questioning these two."

They all got up and filed into the kitchen, Charlie clapping Fred on the back and Ginny giving George a quick squeeze.

"So," said the other death eater. "Where did you two run off too before now?"

"None of your business," spat Fred.

"Alright," said the death eater. "Now tell me, where is Harry Potter?"

"We don't know more than you, do we?" said George cooly.

"And were you in contact with Albus Dumbledore?"

Fred snorted. "Yes, seeing as we were students at his school. Have we efficiently answered your question?"

"Oh no," said the death eater with a sly smile. "But you will, in time."

The Death Eaters motioned that they were done questioning the twins. One of them turned towards Arthur. "We will be watching your every move, Weasley". And with that, the death eaters vanished leaving a chilling silence in the air.

"Now, Fred, George," Molly said, "I don't think it's a good idea for you to go back to your shop. I think you should stay here. All of you, for now."

"Mum, we can't leave our shop" Fred said. "We can look after ourselves."

"Yeah, we'll check back in regularly. Don't worry", said George.

"Boys," Arthur said. "Your mother is right. It's not safe for you to be there".

"Why does Bill and Charlie get to work then?" Fred shouted.

"Bill works at the bank with hundreds of other wizards and Goblins and Charlie works in Romania in a dragon reserve where the death eaters would not dare enter. It's well known that you two are the owners of that shop and you will be subject to attack at any given time. You must face this, boys. I'm sorry, but you will both stay here where you are safe."

Fred and George looked at each other but had nothing to say. They knew their father was right as much as they didn't want to believe it.

"Sorry, guys" Bill said sympathetically and everyone else nodded. Molly looked close to tears.

"What are we going to do here if we're being watched?" Georged asked glumly.

"We go about our normal lives until we can figure out a way of relocating safely." Arthur said.

"Right," Fred said. "Well come on, George. We better go pack up the shop".

"Wait," Molly started. "You two can't leave!"

"Mum we're going to pack up our stuff and come back here, don't worry".

"Let them go, Molly" Arthur said. "I guess I'll send a patronus to Ron now that we're all safe."

An hour later Fred and George were bringing their stuff back into their childhood bedroom of the Burrow. Their room was looking like the warehouse for joke products it had been just a year ago when they had first opened their shop.

"Fred," George said, "Can you help me? This box is h-"

George dropped the box, spilling its contents all over the floor and started swaying on the stop, his eyes glazed.

"George, what the hell!," Fred shouted as he caught his brother in his arms just before he fainted.

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A/N: Sorry it's been so long since my last update! This is basically a filler chapter of things to come! Please review!