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Third Person

Ron slumped in boredom against the table where he and Hermione sat, one hand resting on the surface of the table while holding his chin and the other flicking his wand lazily at the fly that had somehow wondered into the common room.

"Ron, stop that," Hermione chastised as Ron hit a nearby lamp, causing the light bulb to explode. "You're going to end up hitting everything in this room except that fly. Reparo," she added, and the lamp fell back into place, light bulb lit and intact.

"Well what else am I going to do?" he grumbled.

"Hmm, I don't know…oh yes, maybe your homework," Hermione replied in mock suggestion.

Ron cast her an excessively drab look then glanced over at the couches where Harry and George sat consoling Fred. "Do you…?"

"Do I what?"

"Do you reckon they shouldn't have told Fred?"

"No," Hermione said absently as she continued writing. "I think it's better that he know."

Ron set his wand down quietly. "But, the way they told him kind of incriminated her. I mean, she was flopping sides, that's the whole reason we found out. But the way George told Fred…it sounded like he suggested she was only involved with him to spy on Harry."

The sound of Hermione's quill scratching against a bit of parchment stopped suddenly.

"I'm just saying…" He cut off as the fly began to circle around the table they occupied. Without putting much thought into where he was aiming Ron shot a jinx at the fly which missed the small insect and zoomed across the room hitting one of the hats that lined the fireplace. The hat, which had been intended for a house elf, unraveled itself and plopped back onto the ledge nothing more than a pile of thread.

The ginger-haired boy grinned at Hermione nervously but saw she was still looking at him thoughtfully. "That sounded unusually sympathetic of you, Ron."

"I have my moments," Ron said tightly. "I suppose you didn't see how she was looking at Fred during the one D.A. meeting she went to?"

Hermione fidgeted with her feather quill, "No, I, er, was a bit preoccupied while I was sparring with you."

"Well," Ron continued, having paid no attention to her restlessness. "No amount of acting could have made her look like that. Oh! And Harry said he saw them snogging a couple days ago."

"Well, maybe-"

"Well maybe nothing. She likes him."

"You seem to be okay with that, Ron."

Ron seemed to realize this at the same time as Hermione and wavered, scratching his head with his wand uncomfortably, "Well, I didn't say that. I just, er…I think she's decent."

Hermione made a disgusted noise. "Weren't you just saying a while ago how all Malfoys are disgusting and need to die?" She said with an accusatory tone, raising her voice steadily with each word. "Or maybe that doesn't mean anything because she has a pretty face!"

"Blimey, Hermione, are you all right?"

She gave him a chilly look then turned back to her assignment, ignoring him completely.

Ron blinked and exchanged quick glances across the room with Harry, who'd heard the exchange.

Harry shrugged and turned his attention back to Fred.

"Why didn't you tell me that Sirius gave you the heads up?" Fred was saying.

"Because you would have acted suspiciously toward her, god knows why we even had you at the front lines anyways," George replied. "You were never good at long term pranks."

Fred sighed and scratched the side of his head irritably. "So tell me again, what was she supposed to be doing exactly?"

"I already told you," Harry said. "She's not here for schooling. She's here to find something of Dumbledore's, though Sirius didn't tell us what it was; Order stuff. He did tell us that she's here for Voldemort."

I flinched at his open use of the name, but recovered quickly. "Okay, got that. Do you think it's the weapon that everyone in the Order seems to be going on about?"

"For all we know the supposed 'weapon' could be anything from the Mirror of Erised to Voldemort's nipple," Harry shrugged.

An explosion of laughter came from George. "His nipple?" he hooted. "Is that the best you could come up with, Harry?"

Harry cracked a smile and began laughing with him. From the corner of the room Ron's attention peaked and they heard him saying, "Hey! What's so funny?" which only made them laugh even harder, and by that time Fred had joined in.

The laughter finally died down and Fred's expression went back to looking grim, but not as grim as it had. "Er, there's something else, isn't there?"

Harry nodded, "There is, but Sirius didn't tell us what it was. He said the Order might let us in on it, but even if they do we'll have to wait for Christmas break."

"If you're lying to me again…"

"I'm not," Harry said firmly. "I'm not lying. We don't know what it is, we just know it's big."

"And now," George added, "we know she's working for Voldemort."

"Worked," Harry corrected. "Sirius said that Dumbledore's positive she's flipped."

"Well, he says the same thing about Snape. Tell me you trust Snape with your life, Harry."

Harry hesitated.

"That's right, I didn't think so-"

"Well I trust Kira," Fred said quietly.

The other two looked at him hesitantly.

"How can you?" George said. "She's been lying to you! If she really had flipped why didn't she tell you?"

"She was going to go into hiding, she told me that much," Fred replied. "and now I know why. Look, you don't know her like I do. She's…she's not your average pureblood daughter of a Death Eater. She hates her father."

"And what about You-Know-Who?" George challenged. "Huh? What does she say about him?"

"She said she's never met him."

"I would too if I was the spawn of a Death Eater! And what about the fact that she was given a mission from Him? I mean, if she'd never met him how did that come about?"

"I don't know!" Fred yelled, "Maybe she lied about that too. I don't know what else she's lied about! All I know is that she is a good person, and I love her!" As the words left his mouth Fred's face froze.

His statement was met with silence. George sat back in his chair exasperatedly and Harry looked between the twins with an undecided expression. Once again, Ron's attention had turned toward them as soon as his brothers had started arguing again, but he didn't speak his mind, he merely watched.

"Look," Harry said quietly to George. "I…I have talked to her before, and I didn't…I don't know, I did get the vibe that she was different from her family. Not dodgy, just…different. And on top of that Dumbledore trusts her, and that's enough for me."

George looked like he was evaluating the remark when Fred stood up. He closed the space between him and his twin and looked down on him before tussling his hair lightly, "I know what I'm doing, George."

"What if you don't? What if you really don't know what you're getting yourself into? You-Know-Who could find out and then you'd be on the run."

"I don't know what I'm getting myself into, but she needs me just as much if not more than I need her, and I'm sure of that."

George sat extremely still then groaned and gave a submissive nod, "All right, you Pygmy Puff," he said, swatting Fred's hand away. "I'll try to get along with her. I'll try to like her. If…if that's what you want me to do, then seriously this time, I'll do it. When you talk to her tomorrow…I'll…go with you."

Fred looked over at Ron and Hermione who eyed them curiously and smirked, then moved away from George and Harry, crossing the room to his dormitory.

He wasn't sure what to make of the new information, but he knew that he trusted Kira.

First Person - Fred

It was in Defense Against the Dark Arts that I sat solemnly, staring fixedly at the blank parchment on my desk rather than listening to Umbridge. I had six Puking Pastilles in my pocket…I could have used one and just skipped out. But I didn't use a single one. Why? Because…what if Kira came to class after I left?

George sat next to me, anxiously drumming his fingers on his desk while he watched me out of the corner of his eye. There wasn't any other reason for him to be here other than to make sure I didn't do anything rash, like beating Umbridge to a pulp, or sprinting out of the classroom.

George eyed my fisted hands. "Calm down," he muttered.

"Or what?" I hissed. "I can't help it. She's never done this before."

I looked over at Kira's empty seat and wondered for the umpteenth time today where she was. Kira had top marks but a spotty record when it came to class attendance. The only thing that bothered me was that she had never just skipped all of her classes outright in one day.

Umbridge's class dragged on, as had the past four classes, but eventually it ended. It almost felt inevitable, like I'd been waiting for something to happen, when, as soon as George and I got out of class, Draco Malfoy came out of nowhere and rammed into George.

"Where the hell is she?" he hissed.

George glared at him confusedly and shrugged him off his shoulder as we continued to walk down the hallway. "What are you talking about?"

Draco pulled away from him looking slightly puzzled then turned his attention to me, "So you're the one?"

I grit my teeth, "My name is Fred.What do you want?"

"Kira! Where is she?"

"You tell me," I hissed low enough that the people around us couldn't hear what we said, "Perhaps she's ransacking Dumbledore's office?"

He shook my head disbelievingly then pulled me into an empty corridor; George, followed close behind us, looking around wildly for any witnesses. "She…told you about that?" he said, once we were out of sight.

"You don't deny it? So it is true."

"She told you-"

"No, you stupid pixy, someone else told me. But I know."

"Who?"

I smirked at him, "A legitimate source."

He narrowed his eyes and looked up at me knowingly, "Then you know we need to find her a-sap."

I hesitated, "What's that supposed to mean?"

It was his turn to smirk, "If you don't know why it's vital to find her then your precious source didn't really tell you anything."

"There's more?" I asked in disbelief. Maybe he'd tell me what it was.

"Look you freaking Weasley, I just want to know where Kira is. If something's happened to her…" His voice trailed off.

"Tell me what more there is," I said, desperate to know.

He shook his head, sneering.

"George, go keep watch," I said firmly.

He hesitated, looking between Draco and I. "Fred…I don't-"

"Just go!"

George nodded and tentatively walked toward the end of the deserted corridor to keep an eye out.

I grabbed the collar of his robes and slammed the Slytherin into the wall, "Tell me!"

"Help me find her and maybe she'll tell you herself," Draco choked, straightening himself up and smiling mockingly like he wasn't in immense pain. "Or maybe you don't care enough about her to try. I think you should listen to me when I say she's not for you."

"That's so sweet of you it makes me sick!" My fist impacted with his stomach at the same time I said 'sick'. I didn't bother to look around; there was no one in this hallway to see me hit him. "How dare you say something like that to me."

Draco doubled over and coughed. "You can't make me tell you."

I heard the sickening crunch when my fist connected with his nose.

"It's just as much my business as it is yours!" I hissed. "Tell me…" I broke off mid sentence and looked down at my bloody hand.

"Do you have a tissue I could use?" Draco asked in mock politeness, as blood began spurting from his nose. It flowed down his mouth and trickled onto his shirt.

I kicked the Slytherin in the stomach and caught his shoulders as he curled his back in pain and again threw him against the wall ruthlessly. He didn't even try to fight back.

Draco laughed maniacally and spat blood in my face, "I'm not going to tell you anything."

I threw a final punch at his jaw before stepping away from him to wipe the blood from my face. A very bloody Draco slid against the wall to the ground and cast me sneer. "You hit like a Nancy."

"And you take a punch like one," I said breathlessly. "Why'd you come to me if you were looking for Kira?"

"I asked because you've been shagging her," he said spitefully. "And last I heard, you were the last one to see her." He looked away, wiping the blood off his face.

I narrowed my eyes but ignored the shagging bit, there was nothing I could do to convince him that his accusation wasn't true. "When was the last time you saw her?"

"Two days ago. And Millicent Bulstrode told me she didn't go to her room last night."

"You didn't see her at all yesterday?"

He laughed again, flashing me his bloody teeth, "Just leave me the fuck alone, you've done enough."

I decided he wasn't going to tell me anything, so I turned away from him and began walking towards George.

"Wait."

I paused and turned to look at him

"What exactly did your source tell you?"

"The mission. I know she was here on a mission for You-Know-Who, but then…well, yeah, that's it." I decided it was better not to tell Draco that she was going to run away.

Draco cocked his head slightly, "Nothing else?"

"What more is there?" I demanded. "Tell me what you meant by that, Malfoy!"

He let out a throaty laugh.

I closed the gap between him and me once again, "Does it have something to do with her illness?"

"Her illnesss…" Draco scoffed, laughing even as blood trailed down his chin, "Do you hate her, Weasley?"

I frowned, "What does it matter to you what I feel for her?"

His attention snapped up at me and he stopped laughing just as suddenly as he'd started, "What you feel for her means everything to me!"

I coiled back from him slightly, "Kind of obsessive don't you think?"

He glared at me and stood up, wobbling a bit as he did so. "I'm…I'm her brother!"

I raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you haven't forgotten that?"

"You don't know anything, Weasley! Do you really think this thing you have with Kira could actually work? When you leave her I'll be all she has left!" I winced as he smirked at me cruelly.

I couldn't explain to Draco Malfoy why I was able to pardon Kira's actions, I couldn't tell him that she was switching sides because I had a feeling he would then go and tell old Lucius Malfoy.

"What makes you think you're better for her than me?" Draco continued. "What do you know about her?"

"I know she has an obsessive brother who needs to stop talking."

"Do you even know what kind of music she listens to? Answer the question."

I faltered, "Er…"

"She likes muggle music. What else do you not know about her? Did you know that her favorite color is purple? Or that it's physical touch that comforts her when she needs it?"

I looked at him warily, now understanding why Kira refused to talk about Draco. From the way he was going on, you'd think he was in love with her. "Look, pixy, I want to help you look for her."

Draco glared at me, "I don't need your help."

"I didn't give you a choice, you have my help whether you want it or not. I need to talk to her, and if you're not going to let me help you then I'll just do it on my own."

He stared at me exasperatedly, "Leave her alone, she doesn't need you!"

"Right, and Kira need's her fanatical younger brother more does she?"

"She's a pureblood and you're dirtying her up by just saying her name!"

"Stop trying to feed me that load of waffle! Even Kira wouldn't buy into that rubbish!"

Draco fisted his hands, "I won't lose you a blood traitor like you!"

I raised a puzzled eyebrow, "Lose…?"

"Fred!" George yelled suddenly and began running down the corridor. "Umbridge!"

"So?"

"We still have those fireworks in our pockets!" He said as he jogged past me and Draco. "If she finds them we won't get to use them!"

"Ooh, crap!" I gave Draco a panicky expression, "I gotta run!"

"Good! Go away!" the Slytherin said snobbishly.

I caught up to George as we ran and we moved up three flights of stairs past confused students until we were sure Umbridge wouldn't find us.

"So, did he say anything?" my twin asked breathlessly as we came to a stop.

"Not exactly," I panted. "Kira's missing, but he didn't say anything else."

"Missing? On Hogwarts grounds?"

"Apparently."

"Where could she be?"

"I want to check out the map, you know the one I mean?"

George nodded, "Yeah, that's a good idea."

I didn't tell him about Draco's strange behavior, it didn't seem relevant at the moment.

Draco

I cleaned myself up with my wand and fixed my broken nose. If anyone saw me, the only thing that would be out of place was my hair and the bruise I could feel forming on my right eye. I smoothed a hand over my hair, trying to slick it back, but if fell miserably back over my forehead. And I couldn't remember at the moment how to fix a black eye, so I left it alone.

I gave a sigh, rearranged my robes, and pulled myself back into the crowded corridor.

It was by chance that I spotted Pansy Parkinson and Alphie Ackley standing together off to the side. Pansy, who had her back to me, was twirling something in between her fingers as she giggled at something Alphie had said. I narrowed my eyes to see better and recognized the object as a broken wand.

I marched over to where the two stood and came to stand behind Pansy; Alphie eyed me precariously over her head. As if sensing someone's presence Pansy turned slowly, and upon seeing me she pulled the wand behind her back.

Without saying anything I caught her wrist before she could hide the wand and pulled it up so I could inspect it. "Where did you get this, Pansy?"

"It's mine, I broke it."

I gave her a too-calm look, "Really? Because, it looks extraordinarily like my sister's wand. You know, Kira?"

She smirked, "Well it's not."

"Did you know that all Hogwarts students' wand type is registered with the Headmaster? I would merely have to check with him to prove that that's not your wand."

Pansy tore her hand away from me haughtily, "I don't know what you mean."

"I don't care that you stole the wand, you ugly pig, I just want to know where my sister is."

"I'm not-"

"If you care about me at all," I interrupted, "you'll tell me where she is."

Pansy looked guiltily at Alphie and looked back at me.

"She told you, Malfoy," Alphie replied with a smirk, "she broke her wand and got a replacement."

I ignored Alphie and continued to look at Pansy, "My father won't be happy about this. Do you know what he could do to your family?"

Neither of the two Slytherins before me said a word.

"Pansy, if you tell me where she is, I'll agree to date you."

Pansy opened her mouth but Alphie clapped a hand over her lips to keep her from talking. "She's exactly where we want her to be."

Without hesitating I cast a stupefy hex on Alphie, watching him crumple to the ground with satisfaction. I turned my attention back to Pansy. "Where. Is. She?" I ignored the looks other students gave us.

"I don't know," Pansy said, scratching her arm nervously, looking around at watching bystanders.

"I could tell you where she is."

I turned to see Blaise walking toward me nonchalantly.

I eyed the dark bruise on his chin, "Did you have something to do with it?"

He nodded casually, "I was there."

"Blaise, you can't!" Pansy hissed. "You gave your word!"

"My word doesn't count for much these days, Parkinson," Blaise replied icily.

"Tell me," I said calmly.

"The Forbidden Forest," he said. "Tied to a tree ten feet in."

"Where is this tree?"

"It's the one you took Creevy to, that one time. The one with the black X on it. It also might interest you to know that Umbridge gave us the order to take her out there."

"Why?"

He shrugged.

"Thank you, Zabini."

He lifted his chin arrogantly and I once again caught a glimpse of the black and blue bruise, "Anytime."

I inclined my head towards his chin, "Did Kira do that to you?"

He shrugged again and I sneered at him.

"Will…will you still date me, Draco?" Pansy asked from behind me with a small voice.

"No. I just said that so you'd tell me where she was, but you failed to tell me anyway." I turned on my heel away from Pansy, not looking back to see how she's react. Frankly, I didn't care.

"Hey, Draco!" Blaise called.

I stopped and turned exasperatedly, "What?"

"Nice eye."