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~ Echoes of Silence ~
Summary: Hermione is abused at home... Fred's in love with her, but hasn't acted on it because he thinks his brother Ron is also in love with her. An Hr/ FW story

The Burrow
Kitchen

Early one morning two unknown owls arrive at the Weasley residence. Each owl was carrying an envelope, which held a letter these went to Molly immediately. While she reads over one of the letters Molly smiles she nods her head. Handing over the letter to Arthur who skims the letter.

Smiling widely, Arthur states, "Ron, Dumbledore says that Harry can spend the rest of the summer at our house. All we need now is his relatives permission." Ron shouts gleefully, throwing his hands up into the air.

Looking over to his mother, Ron notices her facial expression, which was excided almost prideful before it went blank. Wonder what's going on?

"FRED! GEORGE!!" bellows Molly. "Get down here!" Percy and Charlie smirk at each other as they sat down at the table. Ginny and Bill laugh quietly as they walk into the room. Each sibling wonders what the twins have done now to piss off their mother.

Bumbling into the room, where two identical red heads, both of whom where in the various stages of sleep. Looking bleary eyed at their mother, both hear her hiss, "HOW could YOU," seeing the papers in her hands, both blink at her.

"Now Molly," placates Arthur. "They couldn't have gotten expelled from school."

Paling both twins look at each other trying rapidly to think of they could have possibly done that would involve school. "I AM WAITING!" Cuts into their thoughts, watching their angry mother getting closer to them, both back up from her.

Hands up, both watch her face go from angry to blank in seconds, "For you to tell me how," a radiant smile graces her face, "you two made prefect and not tell me." Breathing suddenly became a problem, seeing how their mother had them in a backbreaking hug.

"Mom," gasps George. "Please I can't breath."

"Need air," grumbles Fred.

Shouts from various family members after their mother lets them go, prevent the twins from going back to bed.

"What?" demands Percy.

"Has Dumbledore gone insane?" groans Bill looking at the twins.

"How," demands Ron. "You two are the worst pranksters since the Marauders."

"Settle down," snaps Charlie. "Ok. Everyone wants to know just what did you two did to deserve this."

Glancing at each other, Fred sighs. "We kind of… ah… helped Harry with the tournament."

"Yep," groans George. "Never again I say."

"How did you do that," demands Ron. "I was there. You were never near him the whole time."

Rolling his eyes, Fred looks at Ron, "Do you have to take everything literately?"

George snickers as Ron stutters. "Look Ron, we helped behind the scene."

"Really," purrs Charlie. "I was there also. I don't remember either of you helping Harry at all."

The twins groan. , "Look it's like this," Fred points to Ron. "You were being a prat. Hermione was scared that Harry would get hurt. Not knowing as much as the other contestants. So we" gesturing to his twin. Fred concludes, "decided if it would keep Hermione from going insane, we would help her. Thus helping Harry."

Shrugging his shoulders, George adds, "Some of it must have stuck."

Granger Residence
Hermione's Bedroom

Reaching under her bed, Hermione pulls out her safety box. Ha! You missed it. Carefully lifting the latch she places a few new pounds inside. Lifting up one of the few pictures she had placed in there. Hermione gives a rare smile. Tracking the photo of a waving Harry, Ron and her, a tear slides down her face. Hi guys! I really miss you.

Lifting the next one, Hermione almost laughs. This picture was of Fred and George, who in the photo were changing each other's hair and making faces at Hermione. You could always make me laugh.

Remembering back to her first year, when Fred said that he would take care of everything, Hermione smiles wishfully. If only you could take care of this. Running her finger once more over the photo her places it back in the box, closing the lid. This needs to go inside my trunk before father finds it. Pausing she lifts up the box, the weight was only slightly heavily after carrying around her books all year. Standing up, she slowly makes her way to her door. Please don't be up!

Creaking the door open a little Hermione glances down the hallway, making sure the coast was clear. Spotting no one, she quickly went down the hall. Moving down the steps, passing the den and pausing only at the outside door. Slowly turning the knob, she looked around for signs of anyone.

Going outside, she heads towards the van. Opening up the back of the van, she finds her trunk. Opening it she places her box inside. That's done. Rose red light hits the driveway. Yet another day has begun.

Until Later