Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Dedication: To Creative Touch, CT gives me a lot of ideas. Like the kidnapping of Katie. And no she's not going to die.
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Getting rid of Mrs. Weasley and the other two members of the Golden Trio was harder than the strange trio thought. When she was finished making breakfast she insisted that she went around cleaning. Harry and Hermione could only laugh as Fred and George exchanged worried glances.
"Trying to get a meeting of some sort in?" Hermione asked. "Your mother will never let you get a word in edge wise."
"The wedding, you guys were planning something right?" George asked.
"Yeah," nodded Harry.
"It was hard when she kept separating us. But it was kind of obvious," agreed Hermione.
Pamela looked at George. Etched onto his face was nothing more than fear. He was afraid of what might have happened to Katie if they left her in position in the Death Eaters. Pamela knew his biggest fear was death.
"George! Can you come help me dust your living room?" Mrs. Weasley called out. "Fred I need you to start cleaning your room. Pamela can you come help me with the library?"
Hermione smirked. "Good luck with that."
Pamela groaned and got up from the table. She hated to do work, and needless to say the twins only cleaned when guests had arrived. Personally she was all right with that, but their mother? It was obvious that she was not.
Fred walked into his room before walking straight back out. "MUM!" he bellowed. "I told you not to touch my laundry. Let alone my socks!"
Hermione chuckled. Fred held a sock that was no bigger than a baby's foot. He glanced at Pamela and winked at her. He then stormed down towards the library. The door was slammed and Pamela backed up.
"I THINK MAYBE YOU SHOULD START LISTENING MUM! THIS IS MY FLAT NOT YOURS!"
"DO NOT SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!"
"THEN DO NOT CLEAN MY HOUSE!"
"I'VE CARRIED YOU FOR NINE AND HALF MONTHS! HOW CAN YOU GO AND SAY THAT TO YOUR MOTHER?!"
Pamela laughed. She had read fanfics about mothers freaking out and using that. But never had she actually had it used on her, nor has she seen it used on another friend.
"CAN'T YOU SPARE ME THE CRAP?"
George stuck his head out of the living room. "What's going on?"
"Your brother's sock shrunk," replied the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Mum was doing our laundry this morning, he should have said something then," George rolled his eyes. "I suppose that's why I hear the bellowing and the shrieking I'm hearing. Maybe that will get her out."
"I'M TRYING TO MAKE YOUR HOUSE VERY RESPECTABLE! ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE GUESTS OVER!"
George flinched and looked at Pamela. "Do you care?"
"Not really, you're whole house is cleaner than my bedroom at home, and Fred's room is spotless compared to mine," she quickly answered.
"MUM WOULD YOU JUST GET OUT! THIS ISN'T YOUR HOUSE!" Fred's voice boomed. 'I'VE GOT PLANS!"
"WHAT ARE THE PLANS THAT YOU CAN'T INCLUDE YOUR MOTHER?" she asked.
Fred glared at his mother and walked out the room and yelled, "YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE! I'M A GROWN MAN NOW! I DON'T NEED YOU IN MY LIFE ANYMORE!"
Pamela heard George gasp and Hermione shook her head. Harry's green eyes were full of knowledge. He knew what was coming next. Mrs. Weasley walked out of the library and wiped away tears that where about to fall from her blue eyes. She let out a huge dramatic sniff and looked towards George.
It wasn't too much longer before she completely lost it on Harry's shoulder. Fred's gaze softened but he didn't approach his mother. Harry looked like he was about to collapse under the weight of Mrs. Weasley. Hermione helped her troubled friend and looked towards the older twin.
"Take Mum home to get some rest. Percy has the day off, he should know what to do," George hastily explained. He was glad to get rid of the three of them. "Don't worry, Mum, drink some tea and I'll talk to Fred."
Hermione nodded and both her and Harry Disapparated. George turned to his brother was not happy about the way he used to get rid of his mother. "Was that necessary?" George snapped.
"She started cleaning my house!"
"Our house!" he continued. "Excuse me, but was it necessary to lay into Mum like that?"
Pamela put her hands in defense, stepping in between them. "Guys, how about we focus on Katie?" she suggested.
Fred sighed and looked towards the girl. "Okay, so what was the first plan of action?"
Pamela smiled. "Getting me to see Katie," she said. "What about this new item you're working on George?"
"Have you been keeping something from me?" Fred questioned, raising an eyebrow.
George shrugged. "It's still in its development stage."
"What is it?"
"A bug."
The look alike raised his eyebrow. "A bug? Have you been talking to Dad again?"
"Of course, and a little bit of Hermione too, but it's more to hear…" George sighed. His eyes fell on Pamela. "A little help?"
"Well, what the Holy One is trying to say is that it's a listening device in the shape of a bug, or a hair piece."
"Hair piece?"
"A butterfly," Pamela pulled out a purple butterfly. "If I put this in my hair the D.E.'s shouldn't know and you guys can listen in."
Fred snorted. "Yeah and that's stupid."
"Stupid?" George questioned. "What the crap? Aren't you supposed to praise me?"
"I was thinking that it's pointless…"
"Have I mentioned you can see what the person is seeing?" George asked smirking. He held up a case that reminded Pamela of a piece of jewelry. "The butterfly has eyes, you can see what Pamela's seeing."
Fred smirked. "Okay, so maybe I'm liking the sound of it. I mean just listening to it, that's stupid."
George rolled his eyes. Fred always seemed that the pranks were stupid. At least until the older bother went into explanation. Once that was done, Fred usually understood, and half the time thought it was a good idea. The younger twin was strange like that.
Pamela sighed and put the jewel into her hair. She hated to have anything unnatural like that. Looking over at George she spun around and said, "How do I look?"
Fred bit his bottom lip and said, "Gorgeous."
Pamela blushed, which in return caused Fred's ears to turn red. "Thank you," she muttered.
George rolled his eyes. He had half a mind to lock the two in a closet and see if Fred came out looking thoroughly snogged. "So, shall we get going?"
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George held Pamela's arms lightly. She was putting up a pretty good fight. Occasionally she would break free and try to run off. Personally he was impressed with her speed. She was scared; every time George grabbed Pamela, he had to whisper things to calm her down.
Pamela took in a deep breath as they walked to the point where George was supposed to meet the Death Eaters. She could feel the shaking of his hands, and she felt her palms begin to sweat. If this went wrong then she would never see Fred or her parents again. And she was without a wand too.
"Where's your wand?" George hissed.
"Don't have one, remember?"
He nodded and looked up at the Death Eaters standing before him. In their arms was Katie Bell. Pamela looked at her with wide eyes. She was beaten; Pamela felt the grip on her arms become tighter. Katie was affecting George; the Death Eater held her head up roughly so George could see her eyes.
Her brown eyes held no emotion. There was caked blood on the side of her head and her brown hair was greasy. Pamela began to worry over the Chaser before her. She looked up at George's green-blue eyes. They held nothing more than anger, his hand clenching into a fist.
She heard Fred's voice in her ear whispering, "Do not let him dive, you must find out who these people are." Okay, so maybe it wasn't Fred's voice exactly, but just Pamela's imagination. She couldn't allow George to forget the plan, so she did the only thing she could think of.
She stepped on his foot.
George released he grip slightly and looked at the hooded Death Eaters. "OK, I've got the girl, give me Katie."
One of the Death Eaters flipped his hood over. He had baby blue eyes and raven black hair. Pamela gasped and glared at him.
"How dare you?" she screamed. "You should be dead! Or in Azkaban!"
The man smiled. "Shouldn't you be excited to see me?"
"I don't see why, you're an asshole," she barked.
"Don't you love me still?"
No reply.
George was confused. "Who are you?"
"Chase, you can call me Chase," he answered.
"And you should rot in hell for what you've done," Pamela snapped.
"That's no way to treat me, Love," he smirked. He snapped his fingers and threw Katie forward. "A deal is a deal."
Pamela glared, but softened as George took a step to pick up Katie. She lay helpless in his arms and he felt like kissing her, just so she knew everything was better. But they still needed to get out of here in one piece.
He reached towards his back pocket, where he kept is wand, only to find it gone. Pamela held it in her hand tightly. The tip of it started to glow green. George never knew you could do an Unforgivable nonverbally.
"Chase, why did you do this to me!" she yelled. "Not only me, but to Fred! And now Katie!"
Chase could only smirk as Pamela began to tremble. "You can't do it, Pam," he said. His smirk didn't falter as he took a step closer to her.
"I'll kill you like I should have done when you dumped me my sixth year," she snapped. "You've hurt my friends and me too much."
He chuckled as George stepped out of the way. The Weasley twin was frightened of what Pamela might do. She warned him last night if it was Chase, then something would have happened, but she wasn't a hundred percent sure if it was him. Chase took another step towards Pamela.
"For a price, you know a Death Eater never works for free. If I would have known you were a Mud-blood back when I dated you, I would have used you more than I did," he laughed. "But since I didn't know until Snape told me."
"I knew that Snape couldn't be trusted," she snapped. "I also know that I should have listened to 'Kita and Annibelle. They warned me about you," she continued.
"Yeah, and look where that got you."
Pamela raised George's wand and yelled, "Stupefy!" Sadly a spell her first, she was sent flying back. George took a step forward, but a blur ran forward. Fred stood in front of her and held his wand threatening Chase.
"You are the cause of the reason I was put into St. Mungo's," he growled.
George held Katie closer to him and took a step away from Fred. His brother was good at jinxes and spells. If you thought Hermione was good, then you hadn't seen Fred launch spells at someone who threatened the people who he cared about.
Chase shrugged and pulled out his wand. "If it's a duel that you want, then I think it's great to have a duel. But to let you know, I've been trained by Serveus Snape himself."
"Like that's something to brag about. I'm part of the D.A. and let tell you that I'm an owner of a joke shop," Fred growled as Pamela tried to get up. He glanced down her to make sure she was all right, when he saw that she was in perfect condition he turned back towards his opponent.
He bowed, never once taking is dark blue eyes off of the ex-boyfriend. Chase refused to bow. This caused Fred to smirk. "You know it's polite to bow," the Weasley twin said.
Chase shook his head and with a flick upwards he launched a spell towards Fred. Pamela's grasp was tighter on the wand as it sped towards him. She gulped as she wanted to help him, but with an almost lazy flick of his wrist the spell was cast hurtling towards a nearby tree. Pamela let out a breath of release as the two began to launch spells at one another.
George held onto Katie and backed up. She coughed slightly, and he looked down. She opened her dull brown eyes and smiled at him. "I knew you'd come," she smiled. "I knew somewhere deep inside that you still cared," with that said, Katie passed out. Her breath came to a halt and the older twin panicked.
"Go!" Pamela yelled. "Getter to St. Mungo's, Fred and I will take care of this." She stood up and heard a crack leaving her by herself. Well, Fred and Chase were battling it out.
"Do you know one swift Avada Kedavra curse would end this where you stand?" Chase asked.
Fred seemed unphased by the death threat. "Who sent you?"
"My employer. We death Eaters are hired. And I was hired to take out your pretty little girlfriend," he said, with a swish of the wand sent a red light at the twin.
Pamela panicked. It was something that would almost kill Fred, if he were hit that is. She raised her wand and drew it across her front like a sword. She then quickly launched a dull pink spell at Chase. He was hit in the chest and sent flying back. Pamela looked towards Fred to see him wide-eyed.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Perfectly fine, but him?"
"He was hired by someone close to both of us," a glare was sent towards Chase. He brushed a strand of his black hair back and grinned. He raised his hand and muttered, "Avada Kedavra."
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K15: Oh my gosh! I am so sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out!
Fred: No your not!
Me: Shut up Fredrick. I've been watching Sweeney Todd since it came out! I've been addicted!
Fred: Yeah, that's what they all say.
Me: No it's true! But I've been busy with homework too! And studying for tests and registering for next semester. I also found out that I have to take a third year here at my two-year college!
Fred: Oh no…
Me: Be nice. Anyway, so I'm starting on the next chapter right away! Hopefully nothing is going to get in the way. Luv ya guys lots. Don't forget to review. Later. K15