Hello again- sorry for the cliff hanger. I'm not completely satisfied with how the last chapter turned out, I felt Dudley and the Twins interaction was kinda weak, I did look into Dudley's part's in Half Blood Prince but he didn't really do much but look scared (I tried to capture that but not sure I did it too well). I decided to keep the first interaction brief simply because I think Dudley would need a chance to get over the shock before any good interactions could take place. He will be getting his own chapter soon (looking at his current thoughts and having more interactions with his parents, Harry, and the Twins).

As usual I don't own Harry Potter (if I did Fred would have definitely lived)

Fred didn't even register moving, if he had been thinking of anything outside that scream he would have almost thought he'd operated. As it was his mind was on one track: he had to save Harry!

George was in a similar state with a thousand questions rushing through his mind; why was Harry screaming? How seriously was he hurt? Was it his relatives? Deatheaters? Why didn't feel like he was moving despite his legs flying up the stairs? Despite all these questions there was only one thought that registered: faster!

The second the two reached the door they slammed into it, relieved to find it wasn't locked this time, and tried to prepare for whatever horrors may be behind the door.

The light was off, but the light from the window was enough to reveal a terrifying sight; Harry was on the bed looking for all the world like a corpse. The only thing assuring them he wasn't was his frantic thrashing and heavy breathing, thankfully he'd stoped screaming.

Recognising one of his nightmares the twins edged closer. Both were relieved to learn Harry wasn't in any immediate danger, but were unsure the safest way to wake him, or even if they should. Taking a closer look they found Harry's condition was worse than they could have imagined; had he eaten at all since Hogwarts? He was so thin! And pale, his skin almost translucent with the sole exception of his closed eyes, almost black from the shadows of exhaustion, eyelids quivering as his eyes darted around below. Shadows fell across his gaunt cheeks making his thins face appear skeletal.

Unwilling to spend any longer seeing his friend in such distress Fred stepped forward and gently took his shoulder, planning to shake it to wake him.

Until he felt a sharp blow to his face.

Sitting up with a start Harry frantically looked around, still trying desperately to shake the ruminants of the latest nightmare from his mind. As he woke he recognised two figures in his room- one leaning over seemingly checking on the other who was knelt down by his bed clutching his face. He then registered a slight throbbing in his knuckles. Slowly he registered more details about the two, primarily the hair, the bright red hair which he had only seen belonging to one family. The Weasley's! Wait, what were the twins doing in his bedroom? DID HE JUST PUNCH ONE OF THE WEASLEY TWINS? Oh he was in so much trouble! Harry could only hope he had a chance to flee to another country before Molly Weasley had a chance to find out.

"Are you alright?" He rushed out "I'm so sorry! Are you alright"

"Well, he's awake now" joked Fred (sounding slightly strange as he was pinching his nose in an effort to stop the blood).

"I guess that's one way to do it" his brother replied looking slightly anxiously between Fred and Harry (though weather it was because he was worried Harry may lash out again or just worried if Fred was alright, or just shaken from what just happened was unclear).

"I am so sorry" Harry continued "let me help you" he held out a tissue while looking around for some of the pain potions he had secretly brewed before coming back to Privet Drive.

"No worries" Fred insisted with a grin "it's not broken"

"Are you sure?"

"Harry my friend, trust me, six siblings, six years playing beater on the quidditch team, and a lifetime of pranks will teach you to recognise these things" George assured him with a wink, having calmed down a fair amount knowing Fred was OK (though still shaken by Harry's sickly appearance). With a quick flick of his wand Fred's nose was back to normal and the blood cleaned away.

Harry looked between the two with a thousand questions running through his head ranging between; is Fred OK, where are the Dursley's, to should I write a will before seeing their mother, to what are the twins doing here? For now he decided to start with the latter as the first had been addressed and the Dursley's hated being in the room with one wizard, let alone three.

"What are you two doing here?" he asked

The twins shared a look, grins spreading across their identical faces and the twinkle he knew so well lighting up their eyes as though they just realised something that both exhilarated and relieved them. Looking at Harry they said in unison:

"We're your new neighbours!"

To say Tonks was annoyed would be an understatement. She had gotten an emergency notice stating that, once again, the slime-ball Mundungus had skipped his post resulting in her being told to drop everything to spy on Harry; a job she hated as it was boring as Harry didn't seem to do much over the summer, frustrating as she had been told she couldn't be seen or interfere despite the fact she often wanted to give his so called family a good talking to or even a quick hex, and finally because she didn't feel right spying on him. She knew harry hadn't been told- though after last year he probably figured it out- or been asked for permission, and she hated how any complaint about his family made by the Order to Dumbledore had only been met with a sad sigh and reminded that the blood wards take precedence to Harry's happiness. She was definitely gonna kick some sense of responsibility into Mundungus when she got her hands on him, and thanks to her gift she could have some very big feet.

To add to her frustration she had got there only to see Fred and George Weasley were already there- she hadn't even known they were allowed to do this job for the Order, not for lack of skill, rather lack of willingness to not 'bother Harry' as Dumbledore put it. They had been walking towards Harry's house looking in rather fowl moods.

Curious as to why they hadn't bothered with a concealment charm and why they were just walking down the street talking rather than watching from a post she considered approaching them. However upon seeing the looks on their faces she opted against it: a bad tempered Weasley was a dangerous thing to encounter. Instead, knowing an order meeting would be about to start she decided to head back to HQ and make some enquiries (and if possible sniff out Mundungus). With that she appriated away, unaware that the news she was bringing was about to cause a whole lotta trouble.

Hey guys- me again. Hope you're all enjoying the story, please let me know what you think (it could be anything from if you think I'm doing ok keeping people in character, to improvements to how you feel about the direction the stories going- especially tone, again, I wan't to keep it as a blend of mostly funny with serious mixed in but unfortunately need to get a few serious bit out the way to get to the humour, now thats out the way it's time for the funnier stuff). Sorry if there are any spelling issues (had to turn off the spell checker as it wan't letting me write words like quidditch or appirate without changing them to stuff like operate). Anyway- as I promiced the Orders reactions should be in the next chapter along with some more lighthearted Fred and George scenes (gonna avoid any spoilers but will say this, they brought a gift for Harry- try and guess what)