Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. I don't.
I'm having major writer's block right now. I'm sorry if the chapter sucks horribly! I'll try to get back to it if I can.
One Week Later-Diagon Alley.
Fred wiped his hand over his forehead. It had been five days since he had left Hogwarts.
Mr. Granger was in a safehouse, location unknown(obviously!), Angelina was back in Liverpool. It was the middle of the day, and it was extremely busy.
"Fred, Ring up Dung!" George's voice called from the other side of the store.
"Alright!" Fred walked over to the register, flicked it open and deposited the money Dung handed him. Dung was looking a little shifty-eyed but then again, he always did. "How's it goin' Dung?" he asked. Dung had always been a help when they had needed certain products to experiment with.
"Fine, fine. Cauldrons are doing well." Dung muttered, glancing at the door. Suddenly, an owl swooped through the open door. Diving straight for Fred, it accidentally cuffed Dung on the head. It dropped a letter on the counter and turned around, flying right out again. Interesting way of delivering mail, Fred thought to himself. Turning, he picked up the rolled up piece of parchment and tucked it into a pocket. In general, he didn't wear robes. They reminded him of his last year at Hogwarts under the crazy bitch Umbridge. He'd read the note later. Right now he had a lot work to do. Sighing, he put the letter out of his mind.
With a pop, Fred appeared in his flat. He took the now crumpled letter out of his pocket. Unrolling it, he noted that it was from Hogwarts, crest at the top. It was a short letter.
Dear Mr. Weasley,
I am writing to inform you that if you wish to be involved in rescuing Mrs. Granger to report to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters at 7 pm tomorrow night to be debriefed. A similar letter has been sent to Angelina. This letter will allow you entrance into the headquarters.
Sincerely,
Professor Dumbledore.
He would definitely be there. He had no idea what he could contribute to the mission, but he had to try. He wondered if Angelina would be there. She might be in a game or something. Maybe she would get time off. Who knew? Why did it matter anyway? Sighing, he flicked his wand towards the kitchen. He wanted some food, so he had started boiling water. He wasn't much of a cook, and neither was George. That was the bad side of living away from home. George suddenly appeared next to him. "Mmm...bland food. How yummy, Forge. Creative."
"Yeah, well, Gred, You Try!" Fred glared at him. "I wish I had paid attention to Mum when she was cooking. Maybe you would not be complaining right now. Oh yeah, I'm gonna be out tomorrow night. I'm not sure how late I'll get back."
"Ooooooh, Hot date w/Angie-poo?" George whistled.
"Nah...hot date with the Order of the Phoenix." Fred shot back. Oops. Now George would worry. Crap. "Don't worry!" he said, knowing that despite George's outgoing silly demeanor, he worried about his twin every so often. The look on his face at the moment showed that he was worrying.
"You. Be careful. Or else...I'll tell Mum!" That was the usual threat they used. Even though they had suffered through their mother's tirades, it still scared them when she got mad. Oh well.
"Don't you dare." Fred growled, deep in his throat. There was a large chance that she would discover it when he appeared at Grimmauld Place. His mom was actively involved in the Order of the Phoenix. Oh well. He'd deal with her when he got there. He hoped that others there would help calm her down. Sighing, he quickly gulped down his pasta and headed to bed. He needed a good nights sleep before tomorrow. He'd have to ask George to take most of the work tomorrow. He really couldn't afford to be tired tomorrow night. He was asking a lot of George recently. He knew he'd be returning the favor at some point. Sighing, he slipped into bed and immediately fell asleep.