I hope you like how it's going :)

Also I wanted to let you know that I'm working on a few other HP fics. I'm thinking on posting chap 1 of one of them to see if people like it and I'll continue to put up more when I'm done with this one. Tell me what you think :)

One takes place in Goblet of Fire, the other two in Order of the Phoenix. Let me know please? :)


Chapter 48:

The day after Kat's death, no one really talk in her memory. Ginny tried to say nice things about her and even told a few good memories of her at the table, but Fred and George couldn't listen anymore halfway as they knew they wouldn't have any more of those. Both looked out of any window a few times in case they would bring her body back, but something inside told them they weren't even going to see her corpse again.

"What are you doing?", Ginny asked when she entered to her room that was almost upside down as they looked trough her stuff.

"Did Kat ever took anything out of her bag?", George asked, stopping his search, but Fred continued.

"No.", Ginny said, sad, "well, she did when she arrived, but a few days after the wedding…I didn't see anything of her around…you can check Bill's room"

"Already did…", George said looking down, "nothing."

George sighed as she turned around to Ginny's drawers that were open and half empty. Fred was going crazy looking in her wardrobe.

"I'm sorry, if I see something, I'll give it to you."

Fred stopped searching as he took a deep breath and looked up with eyes closed. Ginny went to George and wrapped her arms around him, tight. After she went to Fred who hesitated into hugging back, but did.

"Thanks, Ginny", he said with a broken voice.

Two weeks passed since Kat's death and the house felt more silence. Fred and George tried their best to convinced Molly and Arthur to let them go to their shop, even if they didn't open, they needed to be around something different. After taking Ginny to King's Cross, they apparated halfway to the shop with their heads down, with no motivation. As they got closer, Fred reached in his pocket to take out the key, but when they raised their heads, the key dropped to the ground. The door was open and the lock was on the ground, broken. Both pushed each other to fit in to the door to go inside and quickly looked up the stairs, but the shop was empty; in good state, but empty. George ran up the stairs, in silence, but no one was there. Fred went to the counter to check the register and he let out a low gasp.

"G-George?", he called and George hurried down to him, worried something was wrong, or hoping something good had happened, "she…she robbed us.", Fred said looking straight at George.

Both didn't know if they were losing their minds, but they quickly jumped to a conclusion as both looked to the open door and all the way down to the alley. Even if it was filled with people, they saw it empty, with only a figure of blue-black straight hair walking down.

"What do you mean she's alive?", Arthur told them back at the Burrow.

"Boys, we saw her…sadly…she's gone.", Molly said with pity.

"No, no, no!", Fred kept insisting, "she is alive! She entered our shop!"

"Could have been anyone.", their mother said, trying to bring back their sanity.

"The shop was perfectly fine. Nothing missing. Only the lock was open and broken and half our money is gone, that's the same way it was when she visited us last year."

"Coincidence?", Molly said, "don't lose your minds over this. Why would she let us believe she's dead?"

"It's Kat, you guys!"

"Why didn't we figure it out sooner? She probably did it to find You-know-who, or Harry."

"Boys, promise me you will let this go. It was somebody else. She was fully dead. Get that trough.", Arthur said as he turned around and left.

Fred and George stood there like statues, only their heads shook in denial.

"Guys, he's right. He says it because he doesn't want you to believe something like that, she's gone.", Molly said getting close.

"Kat's alive, mum.", George said with trust in his words.

"We don't care who believes us.", Fred also had trust in his words.

Molly watched as they headed up to their room and let out a sigh. As a mother, it hurt to see her boys suffer like this, suffering so much that they were falling to insanity. That night Fred and George were smart to not mention the subject any more, but didn't act like before; their jolly selves. They kept acting as if Kat was dead; not talking much or even laughing. Around 2am, both were on their feet in casual clothes and each one had a backpack on their beds as they placed stuff into it. Fred grabbed the same picture he has slept with all these nights, the one with Kat on their 7th year, and he got it inside of it. They also grabbed a few sweets, snacks, food, some of their products, and other useful stuff.

"Luckily Kat taught us how to use the Undetectable Extension Charm before all of this happened.", Fred said with a smile as he remembered that day at Hogwarts, they were bored and they asked her how to do it.

"It came out perfectly.", George added with a grin.

They closed their bags and got them over their shoulders. George put a piece of paper on his pillow that said: "We'll be back. Love, Gred and Forge.". After, both looked at each other and gave a nod. Fred grabbed George's arm and both apparated from their room and ended up on their shop, where they passed the night in to start fresh. The next day, both were sitting on the floor as they ate sandwiches.

"Where should we go first?", Fred ask with his mouth full.

"I have no idea.", George said, not so happy that they didn't have a place to start.

"Well…how about…", Fred couldn't think of anything until his eyes lighted up showing an idea, "the Shrieking Shack."

George opened his eyes surprised thinking how he could have missed that place. They finished eating, grabbed their bags and apparated at the scary, empty, cold and silent house that was falling to pieces. As they went up the stairs, the wood sounded in echoes trough the house.

"Kat?...", Fred asked with a bit of nerves.

They went trough every room, including the one they saw her 2 years ago when she ran out. The same old mattress was laying there on the floor, only dirtier. That was the only room they checked twice and the second time was the last time before they left. They kept looking around the room, remembering the sound of her voice when she first said she loved them.

"What now?", Fred asked sighing.

"I don't…are we even 100% sure she is alive?"

Fred looked at him as he opened his eyes wider with disbelief.

"You know it was her."

"Yes, but…we're out of our heads here…where do we go from here?"

"I…I don't know, but we gotta look somewhere."

"You don't think she let her parents take her to You-know-who, do you?"

"…something tells me no."

"Let's go back to Diagon Alley. Maybe we'll know were to start."

Fred gave him a little nodded as George grabbed his arms and both apparated from there. They went looking around Diagon Alley, in every shop; they even split to make it easier and nothing. They didn't even got a clue on where to look next. They met at the Leaky Cauldron and sat down at the bar to have some butterbeers.

"Where to now?", George asked as he wiped away the foam of his top lip.

"I have no bloody idea…how about Hogsmeade? She might be close to Hogwarts."

"Too dangerous…but I guess that if there's nowhere else we can think of-"

But a table crashing made them shut their mouths and turn. This big man, who was as big as Hagrid, had thrown another guy, smaller than him into a table.

"Get him out of here! He has cost too much trouble!", the bartender yelled at the big man.

He took the guy over his shoulder as he started to hit his back.

"Let me go!", the drunken man yelled with a broken voice, "stop doing this to me!"

Fred and George's eyes opened wide and they looked at each other.

"And stay out!", the big man told the other who had been thrown out of the Cauldron and he was now tumbling on his feet with his hair over his face and his clothes almost falling.

"You-I-you haven't seen the last of you!", the guy yelled, making a scene as the big one just shook his head and went back inside.

Right before the door closed completely, Fred and George walked out as the skinny, tall guy stood there almost colliding.

"Hey", Fred called and the guy turned to him, giving a few steps back almost falling.

"Hey…", the guy's face put on this messed up smile, "I know you…you-you are those two gits…"

"What happened to you, Kurt?", George asked as he grabbed Kurt's arm before he would fall.

Kurt was about to speak, but he burst into tears.

"She's gone!", he cried out, "I shouldn't have let her alone…it's my fault…", he took a good look at them, "but you!", he got closer, almost jumping on Fred with his finger up, "you were with her…and you did nothing!", Kurt burst into tears again.

"We won't be able to get anywhere like this.", Fred said taking a good look at Kurt.

"No-um, Kurt, come with us, mate."

George and Fred started to pull him as Kurt kept crying.

"She was so young…she didn't deserve to die…I should have died-you should have! Breaking my poor little Katy's heart…"

Both just sighed as they kept almost dragging him around until they got to their shop and took him to the back were they just drop him and he fell with face buried on the floor. He started to cry more.

"Sorry about that, mate.", Fred said, not sounding so sorry.

They saw Kurt didn't moved at all.

"Is he alive?", George asked before Fred kicked him, "Fred."

"Checking, but yeah, he is."

George chuckled as Fred turned around and headed upstairs.