Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters. This is merely a work of fanfiction.

A/N: This fic is heavily inspired by the song 'Right Hand Man' from Hamilton. I made a tiktok based on this a while ago, and never got around to it, so here we are. I had a request for a fem!Harry x the twins. This takes place about a year after Heloise graduates Hogwarts. Full blown war has not broken out yet. This was Beta-Read by Isy_Teller on tiktok.

Hope you enjoy :)

The sitting room at Potter Manor was roaring with life. A massive Christmas tree stood in the corner, covered in red and gold decorations. House elves with dresses decked out in tinsel were carrying trays of beverages.

Theo Nott was talking to Hermione Granger over a pile of books. They were debating a rather rare translation of Ancient Runes. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin sat in a corner, arguing about something, while Neville Longbottom showed Luna Lovegood a rare plant in another corner of the room.

In the middle of all the hubbub was Lady Heloise Potter herself She stood behind a large table with parchment strewn over it. She was strategizing, as she always did now. War would break out in earnest any day now, and she was their best hope at winning.

Mister Fred and George Weasley strode in the room escorted by Kingsley Shacklebolt and Alastor Moody. They nodded at Heloise and turned back around to leave Potter Manor. They had Auror duties to attend to.

The Weasley Twins weren't surprised to see that none of their family members were here. After the death of Dumbledore, they had famously fallen out with Heloise.

She believed it was acceptable to use Dark Magic in the war against Lord Voldemort. The Weasley's did not. The Order dissolved under the weight of the conflict, and reformed with Heloise as their leader. Those under her leadership lived at Potter Manor, for their own protection.

Fred and George stopped at the edge of the table and looked at Heloise. She was wearing dress robes of Potter Crimson, that made a striking contrast with her pale skin. A gold ribbon was threaded through her long black hair. It was woven into intricate braids that cascaded down her back. She held a feather quill in hand, and her wand was strapped to her forearm.

She looked stunning.

Heloise set down her quill and looked up at them. George's voice caught in his throat at the light in her eye. She had always been pretty, but she looked magnificent now. Fred clenched his jaw at the way she made him feel. It wasn't often his emotions got the best of him.

"Why are we here?" He asked bluntly.

The conversation in the room came to an uncomfortable halt. He was uncomfortably aware of the fact that everyone now held their wand in their hands. He was sure they would all gladly die for Heloise, and some would certainly kill for her.

"Leave us," Heloise instructed, her eye contact never breaking from them. She had a small smile upon her face, as if their impertinence amused her.

Some of her retinue looked conflicted. Sirius even protested, but they all followed her instructions, and left the sitting room. Heloise usually knew what she was doing.

"Have we done something to offend you?" George asked, trying to smooth over the situation.

They had never been particularly close with Heloise, though they had certainly admired her from afar. She was powerful, brave, and increasingly beautiful every time they saw her.

They were the only Weasleys in Slytherin, and as such, had been a bit of an outcast from their own family. They spent most of their holidays in their bedrooms, perfecting future products for their shop.

Heloise cast a muffliato on the door, and warded it. She knew Sirius would try to listen in.

"On the contrary. I've called you here because my odds are beyond scary. I need to defeat Riddle before he destroys everything we hold dear. Your reputations are legendary. I saw what you did at Hogwarts. Those pranks required complex magic. There seems to be some that think you are the key to my success…"

George beamed at her praise.

"...but I have to laugh."

The smile fell from his face, replaced by a mask of indifference he shared with Fred. It was something you mastered when in Slytherin house. Though truthfully, her appraisal cut them both.

"Why is that Heloise?" Fred asked evenly.

She had always admired his deep, steady voice. A voice like that could lead someone to salvation, or otherwise. She allowed herself a smirk as she walked slowly down the length of the table.

She paused at a list that detailed where magical families would fall during the upcoming war. Those for Riddle, those for her, and those that would remain neutral.

"Why is it that no one can get you on their side?"

"Heloise-" George started, but she cut him off.

"I know both Dumbledore and Riddle tried to win you over."

Fred raised a single eyebrow at her. He thought no one knew of those offers. She must have eyes and ears all over the magical world to have such good intel. Perhaps they had underestimated her.

"To be their sycophantic lackeys? I don't think so."

"Why're you upset?" Heloise asked.

That small smile was still on her face, and there was a twinkle in her eyes, as if she knew she would win.

'Potters always win,' Sirius had told her, and she took that to heart. She won nearly every Quidditch game she played, she won every duel she had ever been in, and she would win this war, no matter the cost. The fate of the magical world rested on her shoulders.

"We're not," Fred insisted, though his shoulders were tense, betraying his frustrations. They would not be low level foot soldiers in this war, sent off to die in a pointless moment of glory. They wanted no part in that.

Heloise continued her slow path around the large table, until she stood in front of them. She leaned back against the table, like a stool, and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She regarded them shrewdly. George swallowed nervously in response.

"It's alright that you want to live. I want to live too. That's why you're here. I know you're not like you're short-minded parents. You have your eyes on something bigger, something more enduring than they could ever possibly imagine. We have that in common too."

Fred was surprised at her words. Most didn't understand that they were building an empire. They saw a joke shop, but they didn't understand the hard work and research that went on behind the scenes. They didn't know about the secret products they had been working on that could single handedly win the war.

"You're well informed," Fred observed, "why are you telling us this?"

She picked up the parchment of families and handed it to Fred. Many families that he knew would have sided with Dumbledore were in the Neutral column. Many more were in the Unknown column. Fred handed the paper to George who looked over it slowly.

"I'm working with a third of what Dumbledore had on his side. Riddle and I are equally matched for resources. The Potter fortune is vast, and our estate is large. But he has numbers, and terror on his side. I won't hesitate to use Dark Magic in the war, but I won't conscript people into my service either. You're the key to winning this war. You have the brains to outsmart Riddle, and I have the power."

George handed her back the paper, astounded that for once someone seemed to understand them. She somehow saw through their exterior. Not even their own mother seemed to realize what they were capable of. Fred looked at her shrewdly, and she flashed him a dazzling smile, that briefly broke his concentration.

"I know you two are too discerning to be swayed by words. Surely you've heard similar speeches from those in Dumbledore and Riddle's camp over the past few years."

She motioned for them to take seats in two arm chairs, and sat across from them.

"So what is it that you want? I'll give you anything. Name it, and it's yours. Between the Potter and Black fortunes, I can't imagine there's anything I can't get for you."

George and Fred traded a look, and when George gave Fred a nod, he knew they were thinking the same thing.

"Nothing so trite as money. We have money."

"I can see that," she replied as he let her eyes roam over their dragonhide boots and fine robes.

They had certainly made their fortunes with that joke shop. They were significantly taller since the last time she had seen them. They had been good looking then, but they had an air of surety about them now that pushed them into being down right handsome.

"Have you heard of a War Bride?" Fred asked, careful to keep his expression neutral.

She was free to turn them down, they would understand. He was certain she could find another way to win the war, but they wouldn't risk their lives for just anyone. One side of her lips lifted in a smile, and her eyes twinkled in mirth.

Now this was an interesting solution to her problem.

"I have," she answered evenly, looking between George and Fred with amusement.

Sirius had made sure she was well versed on old pureblood traditions, since she was the Heiress to the House of Black, and the House of Potter. War brides were an archaic practice in magical society. Offered to make alliances in times of war.

She wasn't opposed to the idea. They were handsome, intelligent, and kind. She may not have interacted with them much when she spent time at the Burrow, but they were always kind to her. Even more so than Ron, who could be a downright prat. He had sided with his parents in the fallout of Dumbledore's death.

"So bond with us," George offered. Heloise smiled gently at him.

"You'll have full access to all of our products. We can move the workshop here, and close the shop for the duration of the war. After the war, we could practically rule the wizarding world between your power and ours."

"Is that what you want?" Heloise asked archly. "To rule the world?"

"No," Fred answered authoritatively, "we want to leave something enduring for our children. We want to make sure this war is finished this time, so they can have an actual childhood. A happy one, free of the shadow of looming death."

Heloise drew her wand from her holster, and spun it between her fingers as she thought. It was a trait she had picked up from Sirius.

"So you want children? How many exactly?"

She had thought about it a lot. She wanted to have a big family. She knew when the war was over, she would be something of a hot commodity, and often thought of what her life might be like after. It kept her going.

"Quite a few," George responded, "five or six. Despite our differences, we enjoyed having so many siblings."

"Olde Ways or New?" Heloise asked as she stood to her feet and walked back to the table. She opened what looked like a jewelry box and began to rummage through it.

"Olde," Fred responded. They had learned them in Slytherin, and wouldn't waver now. It felt closer to the source of true magic to them, though they knew they were unpopular with Dumbledore supporters.

Heloise paused in her search and flashed them a smile. She much preferred the Olde Ways she had learned from Sirius. The New Ways seemed like they were just watered down to appeal to muggleborns and Light Magic supporters.

Well, she had Grey Magic, Sirius had Dark Magic, and she had enough of muggles for the rest of her life. Just because she didn't want to see them slaughtered, didn't mean she liked them.

"Ahh! Here they are!" Heloise chimed.

She pulled a set of rings from the box, and used a replication charm on the man's ring. She walked back towards where Fred and George sat. They stood at her approach, shocked by her forwardness.

She held out her hand so they could see the rings she had. There were three, two made of thick gold with what looked like a small ruby set into the band. The other band was a more delicate version of the mens bands.

"They belonged to my grandmother Dorea and my grandfather Charlus. They're Soul Bond rings. I trust you know what that means?"

Fred and George smirked down at her. This was a move worthy of a Slytherin. She would bond with them, but only a Soul Bond.

If they agreed they could never betray her, never hurt her, and never be with another romantically. It wasn't commonly done anymore. It was seen as archaic now, too controlling for most.

"We do," Fred answered with a smile, "you sure you like us that much?"

"Us Potter's are a possessive bunch, as you will soon learn. If it's a War Bride you want, it's a War Bride you'll get, but you will be loyal, and so will I. I intend to fall very much in love with you both. Our children will know a loving home."

George chuckled at her. They would never hurt or betray her, and neither had any tolerance for something like cheating. The use of the rings would give her some confidence, in the trying circumstances, and that was enough of a reason for him.

He picked up the rings and handed one to Fred. Heloise graced them with a glorious smile as she picked up her own with her free hand. They shared nervous smiles as they slid them onto their hands. Heloise felt her magic shift, and the wards of Potter Manor changing to include the two men in front of her.

There was a loud pounding on the door, and Heloise flashed them a smile.

"Brace yourselves. Sirius is going to blow his top."

Fred and George crossed their arms and prepared themselves as well as they were able. They were sure now that they could face anything.