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Mr. Granger stretched, sat on the side of his bed. He glanced over to Fred's bed. It was empty. He knew that Fred had leaped out of the room when screams issued from Angelina's room and that they had subsided directly after. He had assumed that Fred had come back. He was probably in the bathroom or in the living room. Putting his ear to the bathroom, he heard nothing. He knocked; no answer. Slowly he pushed open the door. There was no one in there. Traveling through, he opened the door into the living room. He wasn't in there either. Odd. Fred and Angelina knew that he couldn't find his way around the castle yet. Grumbling, he pushed open the portrait to come face to face with his daughter. "Ah! You scared me." He said.

"Sorry! I was just trying to convince Bilius here that I really am your daughter. I brought you guys some breakfast, since I didn't see you down at the dining hall." Hermione piped.

"Hermione, shouldn't you be more upset? It was your mother who was taken." Mr. Granger said. He for one had slept lightly and uneasily.

"I am worried." Hermione began slowly, "but this kind of thing happens to Harry all the time, and I've seen how he takes it, and how it usually works out fine in the end. Well, except for Sirius. I have complete faith in Harry. I know when the time comes that He, Ron and I will, with help, take on Voldemort and get Mother back. We work well together, you know. Plus, there's Dumbledore's Army." Hermione laughed at her father's look of confusion. Sweeping past him, she took a seat in a divan. "You know, where Harry, Ron, Fred, and Angelina were last night, while I was with you. I'm normally there too, but.." she trailed off.

"Are you sure, I mean, he's just a boy." Mr. Granger said.

"Daad. He's already faced Voldemort 5 times, 3 of them with our direct help. Harry stopped being a boy when he faced Voldemort in his first year. Any remnants were banished in his second year when he rescued Ginny." Hermione said, seriously. "I've got to go to classes, then I'll be back, to meet you for lunch, here." With that, she exited the room. She had left him with quite a revelation. He had never really realized the dangers his daughter had faced. Now he knew, and he was extremely proud of her. Sitting there, he held a mug of tea, and stared off into space, thinking.

Angelina slowly came to consciousness. She first became aware of brightness beyond the darkness of her eyelids. Mumbling she turned her head away. As she came more awake, she sensed she was sitting upright-sort of. She was slumped over. Was she on a couch. Odd. She remembered going to sleep on her bed. Suddenly she realized that she was leaning on something that was moving rhythmically, like breathing, rhythmically. Odd. Shifting, she turned to come face to face with Fred. His face was completely innocent looking. It lacked the devilish humor so naturally in it when he was awake. Instead, he looked at peace, and calm. His red hair was getting long enough so that one lock fell into his eyes.

Fred stirred. Blinking his eyes, he stretched. Focusing on Angelina's face, he grinned sleepily and said "Hey sunshine." He for own, had woken up knowing exactly where he was. "What?" he asked defensively. Angelina was staring at him.

She blinked and shook her head. "Nothing. Sorry." She muttered. Turning and swinging her legs off the bed, she stood up and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a firm click. While he knew where he was, he hadn't planned on falling asleep there, truly. He shook his head. It was obvious that they had gotten sleepier and sleepier and had not wanted to move. They had easily slipped into sleep. He swung to the side of the bed and stood up in one motion. Reaching his fingers for the sky, he stretched his muscles, rising to the balls of his feet. Since the bathroom was in use, he turned and walked out the door to the living space. A mixture of smells hit his face: Pumpkin juice, Toast, Eggs. He saw immediately that Mr. Granger was sitting over on the divan, munching some toast. His face went red. He had forgotten how it would look to Mr. Granger. It was better if he ignored the situation, at least for now. Maybe he would explain later. "Who brought breakfast?" He queried.

"Hermione, on her way to her first class." Mr. Granger answered, questions in his eyes. Fred turned, walked over to their bedroom and slipped in. He had to wear some new clothes.

As he was dressing, it occurred to him that he hadn't offered to help recover Mrs. Granger. He wondered if Angelina did too. Turning he walked out to the living room. He grabbed a piece of toast and sank into a chair. Glancing up, he caught Mr. Granger watching him, suspiciously. Going red, he looked down. "Mr. Granger..nothing happened," he muttered.

"Oh." He said, turning back to his eggs. Mr. Granger eyed the orange-red drink in the goblet in front of him. "What is this?" he asked, suspiciously.

"That's pumpkin juice, it's the best drink around." Fred said, brightly. "It's really good. Try it!" Grabbing his own goblet, he took a deep gulp. With a sigh, he sat back and closed his eyes. He hadn't had pumpkin juice in a while. Just then, Angelina walked out of her room. She had obviously figured out how to get her clothes to her. She was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt that were new to him. "Angelina! I just realized that I hadn't offered to help find Mrs. Granger, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to Dumbledore's office? How do you feel about helping?" He asked, then winced. He had forgotten that Mr. Granger was there, and that they should talk about it away from him. "Sorry, Mr. Granger." He said, glancing at him.

"Its alright. I'm glad you want to help. I wish I could. I feel totally out of control." He said.

"I understand. I have three older brothers, so I would never be able to be trusted with my own things. It was always Bill, get this for Fred, Charlie, make sure Fred doesn't get lost. I know its not the same, but I did feel out of control. I guess its 'cause George and I are natural troublemakers. I wish you could have more control but...." He trailed off.

"I know, I know. I can't do magic." Mr. Granger waved his hand dismissively. "It's just a gut reaction."
"Ok. Um, Do you want to come with us to Dumbledore's office, or do you want to stay here. I don't feel comfortable having you wandering the hallways..I know that sounds motherly, but um, how do I put this, there are some students who, erm, don't like muggles, think they're superior, they treat muggle-born pretty bad. You've already seen Malfoy, I think, the tall blonde guy who has a permanent sneer on his face. He comes from a rich pureblood Dark lord supporting family. Who knows what they'd do if they found you alone."

"I never knew conditions were like this here. It continually surprises me how hard it must be sometimes. Ah, well, Hermione seems to love it here, so that's all that matters. I will stay here. I think I can amuse myself. Do you perhaps have any paper and pen?"

"Erm...I bet we can borrow them from Harry. Accio Quill! Accio Parchment! We don't have pen or paper, exactly. That's our equivalent. I hope you do fine with a quill." Fred said, apologetically. He went over to the portrait and opened it. The parchment and quill flew into his waiting hands. "Angelina, do you want any food?" he asked. Angelina was standing there, and she wasn't eating. "You need food. We have a day in front of us. It'll take your energy, so you need extra." He said.

"Fine." Leaning over, she grabbed a piece of toast. She bit into and chewed, scrunching her face. "Let's go." With that, she strode over to the door and pushed it open. Shrugging, Fred followed her. Walking through the halls, he ignored the portraits, who were commenting on his return. Reaching the stone gargoyle, he paused and realized that he didn't know the password.

Great. Now what was he going to do? He kicked the gargoyle. "OW!!" he yelled, and hopped around, holding his foot.

An amused voice from his side said, "Do you wish to speak to me?" Fred opened his eyes and squinted at Dumbledore, his mind very much still on his bruised toes. It had been a supremely stupid move of him. Angelina, of course, was doubled up in a fit of laughter over to his right.

"Yes, Professor," he croaked. Starting with the infamous Weasley ears, he felt the red cover his head and neck. Dumbledore moved forward and said "Lemon Drop." The gargoyle slid aside and revealed a circling stair. He calmly started to ascend the stairs. Fred and Angelina followed. Opening the door to his office, Dumbledore glided around his desk and sat down.

With a questioning "Well?" Dumbledore fell into silence. 'Boy,' Fred thought. 'he sure knows how to question people. Make them uncomfortable with not telling and don't say much.'

"Well, Professor, I realized this morning that I hadn't asked if I could help find Mrs. Granger. I was hoping you would let me." He asked, slightly nervous.

"But of course, Fred. I had already included you in my plans. Angelina too." Dumbledore answered, calmly, smoothly. "I assume you want to be included, Angelina?" Angelina nodded furiously. "Well, then if everything is settled, I shall be needing to work on some headmaster duties. If you'll excuse me." With a wave of his arm he stood up. Fred and Angelina stood up and thanked him. With that they turned and exited his office.