Hi again! I've written four chapters in one day! Whew! Hope you like it. Bye! Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. I'd love to own the Weasleys... Chapter 3: The Madness of the Twins I vaguely remember a dark violet colour swirling in my vision with watery green and white pouring out of the middle. I could feel magical energy inside me. I could see Percy float in the air. I could hear Ginny's screams. Help me! Again I felt supernatural forces in my agonizingly painful head and in the tips of my fingers. Help me! A white blast and I felt numbness....almost bliss. My eyelids fell and I could not lift them. Help me! I saw nothing but black and I was plunging into cold, dark sky. It was unbearably cold. Please help me! I tried to open my eyes, but couldn't. Then I plummeted into a whirl of blackness and couldn't even yell for help anymore. ************ "Mum! Daddy! Help me! Please! Ron is in danger!" Ginny gasped, her voice raspy and hoarse, muffled by the strap of cloak bound firm around the lower half of her face covering her mouth and gagging her. Please help me! She couldn't see because their was another strip of cloak tied around her head and eyes. Help me! The last thing she remembered seeing was a large hole indented partly in the wall and in the ceiling with Percy lying half-way through. Help me! A white burst of light. HELP! Then all she saw was black. Then she couldn't even yell for help anymore. ************ "Fred? Do you think this is right?" "Of course it is! Ron broke our trick wand! Ginny would have got us caught! C'mon. Ron deserves this. He'll pay." "But Fred---" "No, George! Just think of this as another prank. Revenge is sweet!" "But Fred! Mummy and Daddy have to get Ron to St. Mungo's! Did you see him fall? He was bleeding everywhere! Mummy's crying! Daddy's calling our names! Ron might die!" Fred sighed. George was right. They didn't want Ron to die. They loved him. Alot. If he died...... "No! We're too far into the plan! Ron won't die! He wont! He can't!" "Well then, good luck with the 'prank'! I'm going back to Mummy and Daddy. I'll tell them where you are! I will! I'm not risking Ron's life! He's my brother! And yours! You're being so cruel! You should love him! I do." "I do love him George! But----" "Then we should bring him and Ginny back. Now." "Okay." Fred whispered softly. The two black-hooded figures that had been standing in the middle of the field with the dew in the grass and the heavy mist in the air suddenly started to sprint across the way they had came in, dragging along the two brown bags they had carried before. ************ "Fred! George! Come to Mummy!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed at the top of her lungs. "Molly, maybe they're back at the house. Let's go back. We need to get Ron to St. Mungo's!" Arthur told his panicky wife quickly. "You're right. Ron needs us! I'm coming baby!" Mrs. Weasley Apparated in the blink of an eye. Arthur followed hurriedly from the foggy field, not noticing the small footprints in the muddy earth. ************ "Ugh.....What happened?" Percy moaned and sat up, rubbing his aching head. He could remember Ron almost unconscious but still had the fiercest glare he had ever seen. Then the strangest thing happened. He was flying. Help me! Ron looked up at him, his ocean blue eyes had turned metallic grey. He almost slipped unconscious several times, having trouble hanging on with a bleeding head and new manifesting powers that were quite odd for someone his age. Please help me! Percy could remember that Ron's eyes drooped closed, and that was when Percy was thrown backwards into the wall. Help! A white flash. HELP ME! Then blackness surrounding him. He couldn't even yell for help anymore. ************ Mr. and Mrs. Weasley rushed up to Ron's room. "Percy! Is Ron okay?!?!?! We have to go---Percy? Percy!" "Ooomph! I'm here Dad! But Ginny's not-neither is Ron......" Where did he go?!?! He was badly injured, he couldn't've just got up and wandered off...... and where was Ginny? And where was..........."Fred and George!" he shouted. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at him in surprise. "Where are they?!?! They must have something to do with this!" he hollered loudly. "We can't find them! Why would you think---" Mr. Weasley was cut off by the sound of clunking heavy boots and soft chatter from downstairs. All three of them peeked from the top of the staircase and down at the door. Two hooded children swung their bags off their shoulders and pulled the contents of them out. One, a small redhaired girl with a splatter of freckles across her face, wearing a bright blue tank top and ripped jeans. Ginny. The other, a small redheaded boy with even more freckles than the girl, dried blood on his face and fresh blood pouring down the sides and back of his bruised head, wearing a bright green t-shirt and jean shorts, also ripped. Ron. The two figures pushed back their hoods and let them fall. Fred and George.