Hey guys. So, so sorry that this took so long to put up. I've been so busy lately. School just started and there was a death in my family, and we had to drive across the country for the funeral. :(

I thought that I did it a few days ago, but it didn't work... so here we are.

With a snap, Fred woke up, nightmares again. This time it had been Dung, again. He had actually killed him only a week ago, and dreamt of him almost every night. Remorse constantly filled him, he had done so many awful things as a Death Eater. Fueling it, was that often, in the spur of the moment, during those heinous acts, he had felt happy. If only for a moment before horror set in. Even so, he could be happy as a Death Eater.

But no, he was firmly, if not obviously, on the Light side.

He knew, from a Death Eater perspective, that the end of the war was creeping ever closer. Voldemort said weeks. Bella agreed wholeheartedly. Rodolphus, on the other hand was more sceptical, and said at least a month.

According to Lupin, the Order and Light were optimistic that the final battle was approaching, and that they would win. Voldemort was relying on the surprise of the Order when they saw how many followers he had, easily into the hundreds, but, thanks to Fred, Draco and Snape, the Order were all well acquainted with the number, and prepared for it.

The Order was not so secretly banking on the Dark Lord being killed, presumably by Potter, Granger, and Fred's youngest brother. Looking at the past, Fred thought that Harry held a fairly good chance, or so he hoped.

Sitting up, he groped around on his nightstand, and grabbed his nearby wand. Yawning, but having no hope of going back to sleep, he summoned the book he was currently in the middle of. Unsurprisingly, it was on charms, though during his time in Lestrange Manor, he had read many books of varying topics. Even some fiction.

Hours later and dawn had broke, the new sun shining light into his room through the blinds on the window, and he was still reading peacefully. He had finished the book an hour or so ago, and unperturbed he had simply grabbed another one. His reading was interrupted by an elf popping into his room, her ears nervously twitching.

"Master Lestrange has, has requested that you, sir, that you meet him at- um, Malfoy Manor, sir." The house elf's stammering voice surprised him, and he knew that it must have been Death Eater business, the elf wouldn't have been as nervous had it simply been a cordial meeting with the Malfoys.

Jumping out of bed, he dismissed the elf, and quickly dressed in his standard Inner Circle Death Eater robes. Not missing a beat, he quickly grabbed his wand again, and the silver Death Eater that inspired fear in so many people. Quickly leaving the room, he briskly walked to the sitting room, and flooed to Malfoy Manor.

Stepping out of the fireplace at Malfoy Manor, he wasn't surprised to see another, different House elf waiting for him.

"Mr. Weasley, sir, you are needed in the sitting room. Mr and Mrs Lestrange and Mr Malfoy urgently await your arrival."

Fred nodded, and without further prompting walked undirected to the sitting room, he had been at Malfoy Manor too many times to need help finding the room. Before he entered even, he was unsurprised to hear raised voices. When Death Eaters gathered without Lord Voldemort present and a clear, objective mission, it was rare that physical fights didn't break out.

Opening the heavy doors, and entering the room dramatically, he was shocked by what he saw. To the far side of the room, tied up, was who Fred recognised as his brother, and Harry Potter, the third person that he couldn't see in detail, he assumed to be Hermione Granger. Around them, a safe distance away despite their helpless forms, were clustered Snatchers.

If no one else in the war, he hoped that the Snatchers were punished for everything they had done. All of them, no matter how many there were. At least Death Eaters believed in the cause, while Snatchers were simply there for the money. It was disgusting, and Fred would know disgusting.

On the other side of the room, Bella was standing with her husband, a restraining hand on his arm. Rodolphus himself was red faced, and shouting at Lucius Malfoy, who was also red faced, and gripping his cane with a flushed fist and white knuckles.

Wasting no more time, and satisfied that no one had seen the shock on his face when he was the Trio, except for possibly Harry or Ron themselves, Fred walked, borderline ran, to Rodolphus, supporting him over Malfoy without even having to know the problem.

Everyone turned to look at him, hearing his footsteps, and quieted, temporarily Fred was sure.

"Ah, Fred, finally your here-" Bellatrix was interrupted by her husband, who had turned his glare again to look at Lucius while Bella looked at Fred.

"Get that look off your face, Malfoy!"

Lucius had seen Fred, and as he usually did when in the presence of any Weasley, turned or not, sneered. Rodolphus had, having developed a sort of brotherly relationship with Fred, taken immediate offense, and raised his wand again at Lucius. This again prompted Bella to drag his arm down, whispering in his ear, and sneering at Lucius, who glared at her and snarled back.

Fred, hoping to quickly diffuse the issue, stepped between them, pushing back his anger for Malfoy.

"Gentleman, gentleman, surely we can push aside our issues, and turn our attention to the other, dare I say, more important problem in the room." Fred's voice was confident and assured, if somewhat sarcastic, mirroring the one he used when selling things at the shop with his twin. The one he and his twin used in perfect complement of each other. Fred held back a wistful sigh, and glared at Malfoy, not even jumping when Rodolphus put an hand on his shoulder and, both glaring at Malfoy, directed him to the other side of the room, where the apparent hostages were awaiting attention.

Fred was hyper aware of the location of every Snatcher in the room, of Malfoy following them and Bella, as they neared the hostages. He had little idea what to do now, and was simply hoping that an opportunity would present itself. He was confident that if it turned to a fight he could get Rodolphus to come with him, as he knew of Fred's traiorism, and that Bella would go with Rodolphus. Ideally.

When their party was only feet away from the kneeling, tied up, prisoners, Bella grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him down to their level.

"Now, Fred, be honest, is that your brother?" her voice was brimming with excitement, and looking at her, her eyes were bright, if slightly worried. Fred wondered if Rodolphus had told her what he knew of Fred's true loyalties. He imagined that he had, if he was in Rodolphus' place that was what he would have done, he knew that Rodolphus and Bellatrix, while in an arranged marriage, had grown to be good friends and loved each other.

He examined Ron's face, already sure that it was him. Ron glared at him, no surprise on his face, only sadness and anger, he had obviously already been told of Fred's betrayal.

"Well?" Bella's impatient voice cut across his thoughts, he looked at her.

"Yes." His voice was barely a whisper, and a hoarse one at that.

"And next to him, Harry Potter?"

Her voice was a whisper, only Fred and the hostages could hear it. Fred swallowed, knowing that this was the moment of truth. What did Bella know?

"Yes." the whisper barely reached her ears. Despite his swollen face it was obvious he was Harry Potter. If nothing else, and there was plenty else, the fury and betrayal in his eyes when he glared at Fred gave him away.

Bella looked at him, wide eyed, and fear in her eyes. Fred looked back, holding her gaze for a moment. She took a deep breath, at a loss of what to do.

She stood up and pulled Fred with her. She walked carefully with him over to the last prisoner. Hermione.

They crouched down again, Fred sweating copiously.

"Fred, what are you going to do?" her whisper was practically silent, for his ears only, though Fred thought Hermione heard it. He leaned closer to her, under the act of examining her face. He pulled away.

"Yeah, it's Hermione." then lowering his voice to a whisper again, and looking a Bella, he said, "I'm not sure if I know yet, I have a bit of an idea. Importantly, don't let them call him." Bella blinked at him, and she nodded. Before plastering an eager, if fake, smile on her face, and looked at him excitedly. It almost fooled Fred, but he knew that her current face was false, just an act, a front.

Fred stood up boldly, having a vague idea of what to do, he turned around, robes billowing dramatically.

"Lucius, how secure is this room?" Fred said in a sharp voice, knowing that Lucius might not even answer.

Lucius looked at him, scowling, and snorted, clearly not going to answer.

Fred waved his wand menacingly, stalking forward, but Bella beat him to it.

"Malfoy! Did you not hear him?" Bella screeched, as she stalked towards him. She got up in face, and he didn't move, staring her down, "How. Secure. Is. This. Room?"

He glared at her, and Fred thought he wasn't going to respond, until his creaking voice answered, "Very. No one can apparate in or out. And the room was locked after… Weasley, entered. No one can get in or out without my permission."

Bellatrix stepped back and the room was silent as she looked across the room at Rodolphus, who already had his wand out and at the ready.

Only Fred and Rodolphus expected what happened next.

Bellatrix, faster than a snake, honed with years of practice as a Death Eater, aimed her wand at Lucius and knocked him out.

Rodolphus, a little quicker on the uptake than Fred, spun around and attacked the Snatchers.

"Stupefy!" Rodolphus stunned one of the four Snatchers right away.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Another one fell, but the other two had gathered their wits and attacked Rodolphus.

Fred, quickly attacking one of the Snatchers, was shocked when the Snatcher didn't immediately fall. Instead he fired a counter attack.

"Stupefy!" Fred tried again to stun him, but it was avoided.

"Bombarda" the Snatcher, unlike Fred who knew Harry and the others were by the Snatcher, had no inhabitations.

Fred flung himself to the side, narrowingly avoiding the spell and the subsequent explosion of a side wall.

Bella, while the Snatcher was distracted by the explosion, stepped forward and shot a quick avada kedavra at him, smirking when it hit him dead on in the chest.

Fred smirked too, not at all sad for the death of a filthy Snatcher.

While Fred was attacking the Snatcher, Rodolphus has stunned the last Snatcher. The room was finally still and silent except for their ragged breathing and muffled cries from the still gagged and tied up Golden Trio.

Fred stood up, and brushed himself off of dust and small pieces of rubble from the explosion. Rodolphus and Bella were staring at each other, clearly at a loss of what to do. Fred took charge and walked to the Trio, taking in their confused looks and struggling figures. He rolled his eyes, there was no way that they could get out, the ropes were way to tight, typical Snatchers.

Quickly, with his wand, he cut the ropes. The Golden Trio were free and Harry grabbed Hermione's arm gently and pulled her back with him, putting as much distance between them and the Death Eaters. Ron on the other hand, as soon as he was free to stand up, walked over to Fred quickly and punched him as hard as he could in the face.

Hermione shrieked, clearly not expecting that, and Harry glared at Fred.

Fred stumbled back, not losing his balance, and lifted his hand up to his face, groaning slightly. He felt blood trickling down his jawline, and feeling his nose figured that Ron had broken it. Behind him Bella and Rodolphus pointed their wands at Ron, who put his hands up but kept his eyes on Fred.

Fred raised his hands, whirling around to stop Bella and Rodolphus from attacking Ron, as he was sure they were going to do.

"No, no, Bella, Rodolphus, chill. I'm sure I had it coming." He glared at them until they grudgingly lowered their wands.

"Now, what do we do?" Rodolphus asked, knowing that his wife had mainly headed the action, and would be the one most likely to come up with a plan.

No one answered, and Fred finished mopping the blood off his face, giving up when more replaced it.

He straightened up when he felt a burning in his left arm. The Dark Lord was calling him. He whirled around to look at the other two Death Eaters in the room, and was unsurprised the find them with semi panicked looks, and Rodolphus was examining his Dark Mark.

"We need to leave." Fred said, his voice nasally and off from his broken and bloody nose.

Everyone had heard what Lucius said about the wards and locked room, and as such had no idea how to get out. Bella took command, and walked to Lucius, who was still stunned, and quickly obviated him, hiding his memories of the trio being there, and their most recent Death Eater betrayals, deep in his mind. He was sure Voldemort would get them out of Lucius' head, but in the meantime they would be safe.

Rodolphus walked over to the Snatchers, and did the same to each of them, "Obliviate."

That done, Fred pondered what to do, starting to pace in agitation. His Dark Mark burned, and he knew that the Dark Lord would soon get impatient.

"Okay, okay. We need to leave. The doors are locked, no apperation." he turned to look at Bella and Rodolphus, "We're screwed." Fred was panicking, which was surprisingly out of character, and pacing increasingly faster, his wand clenched in his hand.

He stopped pacing, the saving idea suddenly coming to him. "Missy!"

The small elf apperated in front of him, and the Golden Trio gasped, Hermione starting in with her indignant mutterings of elf freedom. Ron shushed, and Fred pushed down a laugh of elation at her sharp, but incoherent response. He was joyed, and tipped his head back to laugh, ignoring the incredulous looks of his fellow Death Eaters and Golden Trio.

Rodolphus gasped, catching on the the brilliance of Fred's plan. "Missy, can you apparate us out of here?"

Missy nodded, "Of course sir, I'm an elf."

"Okay, okay, where do we go?" Fred asked the room at large.

Ron, looking only at Harry and Hermione, spoke up after a moment of silence, "We could go to Shell Cottage." He turned his head slightly to look at Fred.

Fred, in return, raised his eyebrow, "Auntie Murtle's place. Is it secure?"

"Of course, Bill and Fleur live there."

Fred curled his lip, knowing that that would be a fun talk with Bill. But he nodded nonetheless.

"Right, Missy, I want you to apperate Harry, Ron and Hermione," he gestured at them and the elf's eyes flickered to the three and then back to Fred as he continued talking, "to Bill and Fleur's, Shell Cottage."

The little elf nodded and walked over to Harry and held out her hand to him. He took it and Ron and Hermione followed suit, both putting a hand on the small elf's arm or hand.

"Missy, you do that and then you come back here for us, as quickly as possible." Fred said, breathing heavily again from the pain slowly growing in his Dark Mark.

Missy apperated away, and Rodolphus rushed over to Fred, eyes wide, and grabbed his shoulder.

"Fred, Daphne!" he sounded panicked, horror struck.

Fred tensed up automatically, knowing that it was nothing good, "what about her?"

"The Death Eaters- when they find out we've, you especially- have gone rouge, she'll be the first one they go after. Your affection for her is -was- no great secret." Rodolphus finished, and Fred gasped, floundering for a quick solution.

The pain in Fred's arm grew almost too much to bear, and he wondered if the Dark Lord knew, or suspected what he was doing. Black spots danced over his vision, but he forced it down and put on a normal facade. He would not appear weak.

Missy apperated back, her hand towards Bellatrix, ready to apperate them as well, "Misters Weasley and Potter and Miss Hermione have smoothed over the situation at the cottage and they're ready for your arrival now si-"

"Missy!" Bella interrupted what was sure to be a long speech on Missy's part excitedly, her eyes blazing, with pain or excitement Fred didn't know or care. "Go and apperate Daphne here, now!"

Missy looked startled, but did aperated away. A minute or so later and Missy apperated back, holding the hand of an annoyed Daphne.

"Fred, what is this about? Missy didn't tell me anything, except that you needed me- is that blood on your face!?" Her voice was alarmed as she cut herself off, looking at his broken nose and the blood it had resulted from it, in anger and worry.

"Sorry Daphne, no time to talk, we have to go," Daphne opened her mouth angrily while glaring at him, and made to let go of Missy's hand, "No! Don't let go of her hand, we're leaving anyways."

Fred took Daphne's hand, smiling slightly at her worried and furious, mostly worried,facial expression, and Bella and Rodolphus grabbed onto the elf's other hand. A snap later that left a ringing crack in both their ears and the air, and Fred felt the awkward sensation of apperation, like being it through a pipe just to small for you, but yet not painful. He opened his eyes to see the beach nearby the small cottage he had often visited as a child with his siblings and parents.

Clustered outside he could see Ron with Bill and Fleur, following them as they marched towards them. Harry and Hermione were talking to Missy, whom they had called over to them after she apperated Fred and the others there. No doubt they were curious about how she was treated at Lestrange Manor. But whatever they thought was probably wrong, Missy was treated perfectly fine, even if Bella did intimidate her.

The last thing Fred saw before he passed out were Daphne's concerned eyes looking at him. And then everything was black, and he felt himself fall to the ground before he blissfully couldn't feel anything.

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