And you know I might
Have just flown too far from the floor this time
Cause they're calling me by my name
And the zipping white light beams
Disregards the bombs and satellites
That was the turning point
That was one lonely night
The star maker says, "It ain't so bad"
The dream maker's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says, "Everybody look down
It's all in your mind"

The Killers "Spaceman"

"How do you propose we do that, mate?" Terry asked as he leaned forward. The glasses he wore dropped down his nose a little, making him look every bit the professor he was.

George regarded the Ravenclaw for a moment. He hadn't seen him since the annual DA party that Neville had started. It still surprised George that he was a Werewolf. It was surreal to see so many gathered in one place. George wasn't crazy, he knew that most everyone was here because there was nowhere else to go. Very few had come out of real curiosity or hope. Justin was probably the most honest one here in saying that he wanted a pack. George understood the longing, he was lucky that he had Fred. His transformations would be pure misery without his twin. It was painful and lonely and isolating, George wasn't all that sure how other people managed it on their own.

"Well, I think we need to start by figuring out just what all the restrictions are. There isn't a one stop location for finding them. They're littered throughout the ministry. We don't actually have one department in charge of us currently."

"Which makes things a lot harder for us." Fred added. He looked around with a little frown. "They can lose any request we issue into the bureaucracy of interoffice communications. They can all but put a stop on any forward movement at the moment. I'm not sure who built the system, but they did a beautiful job of screwing werewolves over."

"So now, we're going to bombard them. There are a lot of us here, I believe that if we all submit an average of twenty different request a day that the ministry will start to get seriously swap. And it shouldn't stop with us. Find as many werewolves as you can and have them bombard the ministry. Both departments, the Auror's and Creatures."

The group regarded Fred and George for a long moment, their gazes steady as they weighed their options.

"It's a start." Michael finally said. "Terry and I'll also start looking into restrictions and loopholes."

"I work on the radio," Hannah offered, "I can advertise our meetings, and promote inquiry about the number of restrictions."

"Do you actually think this'll work, son?" Richard asked in his deep voice. George nodded his head and looked around. He did believe they could. And it was time someone tried at the very least.

"Yes, I think it'll work."

Richard shared a look with his wife who gave her head a curt nod and grasped his hand. "Then," he said, turning back to George, "we're in."

"What the hell," Nott said with a shrug. "What more can they do? We're in."

-o-o-o-

"Harry?" Hermione inquired as she stepped up to her friends cubicle. "Do you have the-what is going on?" There was a cloud raining on his papers. Harry looked up from where he was fiddling with something under his desk. His hair was wet and lying flat (!), dripping into his bright green eyes. His glasses were speckled with water and he looked thoroughly soaked.

"Hi, Hermione." Harry grunted. He crawled out from under his desk and looked up at her with a sheepish smile. "umm, I dropped my wand. I promise this isn't as bad as it looks."

Hermione banished the cloud with a swoosh and flick of her wand. "What was going on?"

"Prank of the day." Harry replied easily. "Ron was just trying to get back at me for covering all of his files in blueberry jam yesterday."

"Blueberry jam-never mind." Hermione shook her head. She was used to Ron and Harry's daily prank contest. "I came to ask if you received my w-project report."

Harry straightened up and turned towards his desk. He flipped through a few files until he found the one he was looking for. He picked up the damp pages and smiled sheepishly. Hermione flicked her wand again and dried it.

"Thanks! I filed the appropriate reports and started the paper work for it. Do you think it'll work?"

"I have to hop-" the sensor light over Harry's desk flashed, signaling someone was apporahcing. Hermione looked over her shoulder to see who it was and couldn't hide her brief frown.

It was Ron.

"Hello, Hermione. Harry," the ginger rushed. He stopped right in front of his coworker, his eyes wide and a bit worried. "What the bloody-hell have you been working on? Dosenger just came down to visit me. He's asking about George and Bill, Harry."

"Damn." Harry muttered before giving Hermione another sheepish smile. 'Sorry' he mouthed. He knew how much she disliked profanity.

"Why is Dosenger asking about George and Bill?" Hermione asked. It didn't make sense for the head of the magical law enforcement to enquire about either of them. They were law abiding citizens.

"Because my brothers robbed a store." Ron deadpanned before throwing his hands up. "Because George is causing trouble by trying to raise awareness on wolves." Ron growled.

"Actually, Fred and I started the trouble." Harry corrected. He indicated Hermione, "and I dragged her into it. I believe Fred probably did the same with George."

"Wait," Ron held up a hand to stop Harry talking, "Are you telling me that you knew they were holding a meeting for Werewolves last night?"

"Umm, yes?" Harry raised an eyebrow in question. "What, you didn't?"

"No I bloody well did not know!" Ron exploded. "I would have told him it was a bad idea!"

"And why is it a bad idea?" Hermione demanded. Why shouldn't George be allowed to try for more freedoms? He was just as much a citizen of England as Hermione, Harry, or Ron.

"Because Dosenger is coming to talk to me!" Ron bellowed, "And now they're moving to stop werewolves from meeting in groups of more than five! They're currently not allowed to meet in groups of over twenty! They're not even allowed to have packs right now."

"That is utterly ridiculous." Hermione informed Fred. "There are enough werewolves in the world currently that any large group could have ten werewolves in it."

Ron waved his hand, dismissing her. "No, it's all about ratio. Three to ten in a crowd. It's stupid but that's where we are currently."

"Never mind that." Harry cut in, "We already knew all of that. All of that is what we're working on. What did you tell Dosenger?"

"You knew about those restrictions?" Ron asked, surprised. Harry furrowed his brow.

"You didn't? I just learned about it a few days ago because Fred got on my case. I thought you'd know because he was your brother. If I got such a lecture just over a flyer, I figured you would have gotten one on default."

"I never heard anything about it. I knew George was weird about going over laws, but I just thought he was being cautious."

"Honestly," Hermione huffed as she looked between the two clueless aurors. "How could you both be so clueless after Lupin? He was chased out of Hogwarts, and had to flee your party just because the minister was stopping by."

"I never thought-" Ron started. Hermione cut him off with a glare.

"That has never been clearer. But never mind. What. Did. You. Tell. Dosenger? Do we need to warn George and Bill?"

"I told him that I didn't know anything about a meeting, obviously."

"Did you tell George and Bill?"

Ron shook his head. "No, I came straight-"

"You dolt!" Hermione raged. She'd had enough of him. He'd avoided her completely since the breakup and told their friends who-knew-what because none of them would really hang out with her now, and now he was being thick. She. Was. Done.

Hermione turned her back on both Harry and Ron and cast her patronus. She barely let the spell take form before she was speaking.

"George, Dosenger is coming to do an inquiry on you and Fred. Lock up any research until further notice. Do not admit to anything. I'm sending Michael over right now. He works with magical law and will be able to help with any technicalities." The gleaming silver light shot out of the room to deliver the message to George as quickly as possible. Hermione cast the same spell again, this time leaving a message for Michael to go to WWW and help the twins out.

She turned back to find Harry glaring at Ron who was glaring right back. "Harry, I'll get that report later. I'm going to go and try to do a little damage control. We're all in trouble now. They'll figure out we've been 'meddling' and probably try to pull us off the cases." She regarded them both with a sigh. This wasn't the first time she'd annoyed someone higher up with an attempt to provide a creature with more rights. She'd had to raise all sorts of kane over the House-elfs.

"Get ready to make a riot. We're entering dangerous territory now."

She twisted into the air and reappeared back at her desk. She summoned a folder of papers from her cabinet and set the sheets on her desk. She gave another quiet sigh and began to flip through them.

-o-o-o-

"George, would you bring that- what is going on?" Fred stopped in the middle of the shop as a bright flash of light landed in the middle of the room. It took the shape of a familiar silver otter before the mouth opened and Hermione's light voice filled the closed shop.

"George, Dosenger is coming to do an inquiry on you and Fred. Lock up any research until further notice. Do not admit to anything. I'm sending Michael over right now. He works with magical law and will be able to help with any technicalities." George sat up from where he was sorting their enchancted card collection and frowned. Dosenger was the head of magical law enforcement and one of the prime advocates for locking all werewolves up and keeping them drugged on wolvesbane with-or-without consent from the werewolf.

"Damn." Fred hissed before bolting across the shop and waving his wand wildly while he ran. In moves well practiced from the war, he put the shop on lock down and raised all the additional alarms. They had rigged the force field so that only family, or someone with a DA galleon could get through. George set to magically encrypting their files.

A loud crack resonated through the middle of the room and Michael Corner appeared in the middle of the room. He offered Fred, who was stacking papers in a pile a smile. "Did I beat him?"

"Yes." George answered. He stood up and walked over to Michael, offering him his hand. "I take it this could be bad?"

Michael flashed a toothy grin that made George's wolf stand at alert. "I guarantee it." He glanced around the shop while Fred forced the last of their files into the secret compartment. "I'm afraid that I'll also make matters worse. Dosenger is not too fond of our kind." He gave George a significant look at the 'our kind.'

Just then a loud crack sounded throughout the room signifying that someone had tried to apparate in and failed.

George grinned.

-o-o-o-

That was, quite possibly, the most ridiculous thing Fred had ever been through. The department head had had to go around to the front of the store and knock politely before the twins had let him in. Michael had then cut off every question he had asked and redirected his ever sentence. After a lot of technical babel that Fred had very much not understood, Dosenger left and Michael looked grim. Fred understood just enough of the lingo to know that they were in trouble and had seriously made Dosenger angry. He was going to do everything in his power to stop the werewolves, and it wasn't hard to do anything against werewolves in their current society.

"Alright… I give us exactly one week before we are no longer allowed to have meetings of any kind. Fred, you're going to have to go for a mental examination-"

"What?" George growled, standing between Fred and Michael before Fred even realized George had started to get up out of his chair.

"Dosenger wants to know how deep the twin bond/link goes. It could be a key piece in the argument. If you're connected enough to count as a partial werewolf, I can have a field day in the legal room. It might be enough to help me and a few coworkers completely revoke the limits on partial werewolves. Which makes our problem half as large-" Michael cut himself off when he noticed George was baring his teeth faintly.

"Right, sorry, I digress. They want to examine his mind. This is where we need to move quickly. Do you have an official healer?"

Fred leaned around George so he could see Michael. He shook his head. "No. Ours was killed during the war."

Michael nodded his head. "Then we're going to have to do a bit of undercover work. I know two very trustworthy healers we can put as your healer. If you don't have one they'll assign you one that works for them and might bend the result." He scribbled something down on a piece of paper that Fred recognized as one of their instant message pads before mumbling a spell over it to activate it. The paper disappeared with a tiny pop to whoever held the matching pad. Michael wrote something else on another sheet of paper and handed it to George.

"This is what you're going to want to do. Head to St. Mungo's and go to Su Li. She'll act as your head healer and Lavender will be your second healer. She'll also make sure all the paperwork is legit."

"A healer? Lavender turned into a healer?" Fred asked incredulously. He knew Lavender was in the same boat as Bill. Her hearing was improved along with her taste for rare meat, but he never pictured her as a healer. He always thought she'd go into fashion or something.

"Yeah." Michael said absently. "During the war we needed a lot of medical help and there just wasn't any. We had to practice without a license, and she wants to make sure that's not a problem for any of us ever again. She covers all DA/Phoenix members for a really low fee. She also is really good at sweeping problems under rugs."

He gave them one last nod. "I'm going back to talk with Hermione about a few ideas. I'll keep you both updated. Have a nice evening."

A/N: There was a lot thrown at y'all in this chapter. Let me know if I need to clarify anything at all.

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