I know guys. It's been months. Okay, so I started getting reviews from a guest on this (you know who you are, thank you SO MUCH), and I was looking and I actually have a lot more chapters for this... at least i'm pretty sure that they're all ready to upload... :) So here they are. I make no guarantees that this will be finished but.. here.

Fred closed his eyes, waiting for the world to stop spinning, slightly though it was, and wondered when the last time he had eaten was. Probably, that he could call to mind, day before last. No wonder he felt dizzy and lightheaded. He leaned back against the wall that his back had only been inches from.

He looked again into the eyes that, less than a minute ago he had been staring into intently, perhaps looking for forgiveness among them. The eyes of his mother.

But there wasn't any forgiveness to be found. Not yet at least. Fred could only hope that after she had heard the story, and perhaps after time had wearily passed, she, and the others, would be able to forgive him.

Remus broke the silence in the room. "Molly, Arthur, before you do anything, maybe we should all go sit down and talk. Fred and I will explain. I'll call Kingsley too, he's better at this. We can even call Severus."

Fred rolled his eyes, Snape would be too busy to come and chat with his family.

Molly just looked at Remus, not saying anything back to his proposal, not that he seemed offended by it.

Arthur on the other hand, who was taking this turn of events considerably better than his wife, nodded at Lupin. "That, um, sounds like a good idea, Remus. You do that. We'll just, um, move to the living room."

Remus nodded and carefully moved past the wide array of Weasleys who were blocking most of the hallway. No one moved until they heard the sound of the floo and knew that Remus had gone to get Kingsley, and quite possibly Snape.

The sound of the floo seemed to wake everyone up. Bill, who had been happily loitering at the back, avoiding his family's gazes, stepped forward and grabbed a few of his siblings hands- Charlie and Ginny's- and pulled them back into the living room down the hall and behind them. The rest of the family followed promptly.

It was with a heavy heart that Fred followed them down the hall and away from the door to the room that may have Daphne in it.

Daphne, who he so desperately wanted to see. Wanted her comfort, her advice, and mainly her smile.

In the sitting room, everyone sat down on the many couches and chairs. Silent. Fred himself sat in the armchair farthest away from where the others were sat, avoiding eye contact.

No one spoke, and Fred didn't even attempt to explain anything until Remus returned. He was hopeful still that he and Kingsley would simply explain it all for Fred, and he wouldn't have to deal with it. It was doubtlessly going to be awful and probably emotional for most, if not all, of the Weasleys. One could only hope it ended in forgiveness.

Minutes ticked by in the unnatural, tense silence, of the Weasleys. Tonks had left through the floo at the very start, not wanting to get between the Weasleys. Wise of her, Fred thought wryly, knowing how scary his family could be, especially his mother, and in this case his twin, when emotional.

Finally, after 7 minutes of tense silence, the floo sounded again, and Kingsley, and then Remus stepped out of the torrid, neon green flames. They both nodded to the Weasleys, and smiled wanly in Fred's direction.

Molly got up, Arthur quickly doing the same to voice his own questions, and rushed to Kingsley and Remus before they has so much as stepped a few feet from the fireplace.

Their questions were jumbled together.

"Kingsley, what is going on? How could-"

"What do you mean to imply with Fred-?"

The other Weasleys, not Fred or his twin though, hastily joined in, adding their own questions into the mix. Resulting in a very loud clash of voices, mostly indistinguishable, except for vague words.

"Fred… Death Eater?"

"What is this?"

"If- Death Eater-"

"Azkaban?!"

"What do you hope to prove-"

"What is the-"

Eventually Kingsley held up his hands and attempted to reclaim order over the interrupting and loud voices of the distressed voices. It took several minutes, as was to be expected, but silence eventually fell over the Weasley clan.

"Maybe we should return to our seats, if you will, Molly and Arthur." Kingsley's voice was calm, the opposite of the emotion that Fred could see in his eyes. Kingsley, though he was a brilliant strategist, or perhaps because of it, never let his emotions get to him, or create a lapse in his judgement. Fred felt a nagging suspicion at the back of his mind… Something was wrong.

Fred took a deep breath, putting aside his paranoia,

You're only paranoid if it's unfounded.

and focused on the task at hand: explaining to his family why he had seemingly betrayed them and purposefully hurt them in the worst way possible. And while doing this, hope against hope that they would be able to move past their hatred of him and pave some way to forgiveness in the near, or even distant, future.

Everyone who had gotten up, Arthur and Molly had strayed farthest from their originally occupied seats, and were still in the dining room, a few feet from the floo, including most of Fred's siblings, who had, at the very least, risen from their seats, moved back to them.

Kingsley and Remus conjured their own seats a few feet from Fred's. Remus closest to Fred, and Kingsley sitting next to Remus, a few yards from Fred.

There was a silence. It was almost tangible in the air, Fred almost believed it to be cuttable, as if he could pull out his wand, conjure a knife, and cut it.

Eventually, Kingsley leaned forward, his back hunched, and put his elbows on his knees, before bringing his clasped hands underneath his chin. He shifted positions, moving his hands again, clasping them out in front of him, and began to talk.

"Weasleys, let's revisit out situation a few months ago, well, more like almost half a year." he sighed wearily, the war showing more than ever in lines on his face, "We were losing desperately. Vol-" he broke off at the glares from most of the Weasleys. "You-Know-Who, that is, had recruited more than ever, bringing his forces to a devastating number. At least according to our spies. We could-"

Remus interrupted, his eyes darting occasionally and frequently to Fred, holding his gaze once before breaking it and looking at Arthur, "Speaking of spies, Kingsley, our spies, at the time, we had about 9, all in different ranks in Vold- his, forces. When Fred, uh," Fred coughed, obviously wanting to keep his cover underwraps for now, Remus nodded, looking at him.

Remus continued, "received the Dark Mark… we only had two remaining spies."

Kingsley nodded, and shot a look at Remus, not happy with him interrupting and detouring their conversation.

Remus sat back, glaring at Kingsley. Tensions grew when Kingsley continued, "As I was saying. With You-Know-Who's forces like they were, and ours as low and patched as they were, we were never going to be able to win against them when it came down to it. Meaning that the final battle was approaching, and we were nowhere near able to win. As time went on-"

Fred leaned forward into a similar position that Kingsley had held earlier, with his elbows on his knees, and interrupted Kingsley, looking squarely at his family, specifically the ones that were in the Order. "Something needed to change."

No one interrupted him, Fred had now and truly captivated the audience.

"George, you remember Draco," it wasn't really a question, Fred knew that their friendship was something that George wasn't going to forget, especially since Draco turned to the Dark side.

George sat back in the couch, crossing his arms and throwing his leg over his knee, staring at Fred, he raised his eyebrow, looking at him both emotionlessly but expectantly.

Taking that as confirmation, Fred continued, but was cut off by Remus, "Right, yes, Draco. Uh, Malfoy, that it. In case you hadn't guessed, his case is similar to Fred's-"

Arthur interrupted, looking impatient, "And that would be?"

"What?"

"And his case is similar to Fred's. But what is Fred's case?" Mr. Weasley's voice was strained, though his face was successfully hiding his emotions. However, as Fred's often had, prior to his Death Eater experience, his deep set, glistening eyes gave away the worry and hope he felt.

Remus and Kingsley exchanged glances.

Kingsley leaned closer to the Weasley's, as if hoping to convey the secretive nature of the information he was going to momentarily divulge. "Fred, and Draco Malfoy for that matter, is a spy." Kingsley spoke slowly, probably trying to not excite everyone more than the statement itself would. His usually deep voice was quieter than usual as well.

The entire room was silent, no one moving except for Fred, who tensed up.

His Death Eater trained eyes had picked up on the strained body language of both Kingsley and Remus; That in and off itself was hardly unusual, it was, after all, a stressful situation for both of them.

Although, they were frequently fidgeting in their seats. Examining them both more carefully, Fred couldn't help but notice how close their wands were to both their hands. Kingsley's wand was poking out of his right hand's coat sleeve, easily and quickly accessible. Remus's was on his lap, only a few inches away from where his right, dominant hand, was resting.

As soon as the words left Kingsley's mouth, there was a thick, heavy silence in the room. Then, unsurprisingly, noise broke out. Bill, who had already known, as well as Ginny, George, and Percy, stayed sitting, looking shocked. However, both of Fred's parents, and Charlie stood up.

Amid the emerging yells and even whispers of surprise and horror. Silent tears ran down Ginny's face as she looked wordlessly at Fred, probably reflecting on her opinion of him only minutes ago.

The emotions of Percy's and, again Bill's, faces were mixed. Percy looked mostly relieved, if very pale and shaken. Bill looked pensive and angry.

Fred closed his eyes, avoiding looking at the face of his twin. He knew that George would be the least forgiving, he had quite possibly hurt him the worst.

Minutes ticked by, Fred didn't open his eyes. Kingsley and Remus calmed the other Weasleys down, and everyone resumed their seats.

What followed was a long lengthy conversation. Between the Weasleys, and Fred, who minimally participated. It came to a stunning conclusion when the fireplace made a familiar roaring noise, and everyone looked to see the neon green flames fill it.

Fred didn't know what to expect, not that he had much time to figure out what to think, but whatever he, or anyone else, may have expected, it was not Severus Snape.

He stepped out of the fireplace carelessly, not minding the ash that was smeared on the ends of his robes and cloak. After the fire had calmed down, and fallen to the ground in nonexistence, he entered the living room amid glares from Weasleys, and tense looks from Remus and Kingsley. Fred was staring at him, his face serious. He could sense the worry that was emaninating from Kingsley and Remus.

He watched Snape, Remus and Kingsley exchange looks over the heads of the Weasleys, who were looking at each other. Snape looked at Fred and gave him one of his rare smiles from his previously expressionless face. He summoned one of the chairs from the kitchen, put it nearest to Fred and the door, and sat down.

The Weasleys, excluding Fred, for once didn't say anything. They had likely sensed the tense attitude of Remus, Kingsley and Snape, and chosen not to comment and instead wait for an explanation.

No such explanation came, for Snape merely stared at the distant wall. It was silent for a minute or so, before Remus leaned forward, leaning heavily on his arm rest to get as close as he could to Snape. He and Kingsley seemed to have forgotten there were non Order members in the room, namely the younger Weasleys.

"Severus?"

Snape looked at him. His face was, per usual, expressionless, but Fred swore that he could see a glimmer of something in his eyes.

Snape sighed heavily. "They are coming."

Remus recoiled, looking shocked. His face palled noticeably.

Kingsley blinked but didn't show any other reaction. "When?"

"Tomorrow. At about 12 in the afternoon."

"Who?"

Snape pressed his lips together, making them appear thinner than usual, "Everyone that he can get. Hundreds."

It was silent as everyone digested this, most of the room was out of the know, with no idea of what they were talking about. Fred had a sinking feeling that they were talking about a Death Eater raid, or by the sound of it, a battle. Perhaps the Final Battle.

"Where?"

"Hogwarts, of course."

No one said anything, Fred knowing that he was right. It was a battle, and it would be the Death Eaters.

Fred closed his eyes for a moment, knowing that it was likely that he would die in the battle. He thought of Daphne, regretful that he couldn't have married her, or at least told her how he felt. And Bella and Rodolphus. He had doomed them to death at the Dark Lord's hands for being traitors.

Few got away with betraying the Dark Lord and lived. They all, him, Daphne, and the Lestranges, were all living on borrowed time. It was simply that, a matter of time before Death came for them too.

Abruptly, Fred stood up. He wasn't going to waste what may be his last day, seeing as the attack was tomorrow, without Daphne, who he knew he loved, at his side. He made it a few steps before realising that he still didn't know for sure where Daphne was, or be able to get into the room.

He looked at Kingsley, "Where is Daphne?" His voice was more aggressive that he would have liked, and Kingsley looked at him without answering fo a moment. Fred was about to open his mouth and ask again, when he got his answer.

"In a room, locked in, upstairs. Do you wish to see her?"

Fred nodded, glad that Kingsley had guessed what he wanted without him having to vocalise it.

Kingsley stood up, and left the silent room. Fred followed him. They went upstairs, Kingsley at a brisk pace and Fred trying to keep up with him. They stopped at an unremarkable room, and Kingsley pulled out his wand.

He muttered a few words, unintelligible to Fred, and the door clicked open, gently opening a few inches.

Fred, without waiting, opened the door the rest of the way, ignoring the nerves in his stomach. There she was, but there was something wrong with her.

Fred tensed up, looking at her suspiciously.

Something was very, very wrong.

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