Disclaimer:Characters=not mine. Plot=mine Thanks to all my reviewers, you guys are amazing. you surprise me every time.
A/N: I think my writer's block is somewhat gone. You might notice its less forced the second half. I'm not sure.
With a small pop, a tall, lean redhead appeared in front of 12 Grimmauld place. Taking out a letter, he glanced at it, scrunching his forehead a little. Glancing up, his lips twitched, forming a faint, very brief smile. Quickly, he dashed up the stairs and knocked on the door. Suddenly the door was open and he felt a very strong, very familiar grip on his wrist. He was quickly yanked inside. He soon found himself facing the red, angry face of his mother. He gulped. Uh Oh. He had hoped this would happen later. Of Course she had to be the one guarding the door. Just his luck.
"JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? HOW DID YOU GET HERE? YOU HAVE ALREADY SCARED ME ENOUGH, CAVORTING WITH THAT GIRL!" Molly screamed.
"But mum-" Fred started.
"ENOUGH! YOU WILL GO BACK TO YOUR FLAT!" Molly shrieked.
"Molly, I believe that Fred has a right to help out tonight." a quiet voice interceded from behind her. "He did, after all, take in Mr. Granger and keep the situation under control. You should be very proud of your son." Dumbledore was standing in the doorway.
"Professor. I am ready to help. Has Angelina arrived?" he had no doubt, now, that Angelina would be coming.
"Not yet. If you would be so kind, I would like to have a word with you." With that, Dumbledore turned and walked quietly away, with Fred following, irritation at his mother flowing through his veins. Dumbledore opened a door on the left side of the hallway. It was a small room, and Dumbledore had set it up as an office. Dumbledore sat behind the desk. Fred suddenly received an onslaught of memories of when he and George had been sent to the headmaster's office. This time was different, however. "Your mother, Fred, is just worried. I will make sure that she knows you are volunteering knowing exactly what you are getting into." he said.
"I know she's worried. I think its strange for her, because she's not used to worrying about me in that way. George and I, you know, are pranksters, so she worries about us getting into trouble. She's always worried about Ron and Ginny in battles and everything, because they have done that since they were first years." Fred said.
"I must say, Mr. Weasley, that you know your mother quite well." Dumbledore said, surprise in his voice.
"Well, George and I, we're more observant than most people think. That's what helped us with our jokes." Fred said, modestly.
"Mr. Weasley, I asked you to come in here because I wanted to tell you what is happening tonight. Since you have left Hogwarts, we have discerned the location of Mrs. Granger. We will be going there tonight. The 'Dream Team' as Snape calls them will not be accompanying us. They have been told that it would be too dangerous. Mrs. Granger is obviously being used as bait for them. We will not sink to their bait. We will have Tonks there, taking on the appearance of Harry. You will be accompanied by Moody to find Mrs. Granger. We believe that she is being held in the dungeon. That is all." With that, Dumbledore stood up. He swept out of the room. Fred stood, automatically, but he glanced around the room. It seemed dark and unhappy. He sighed. Suddenly questions assaulted him. What if he had arrived there moments earlier? What if they could have gotten her to safety before the death eaters took her? They wouldn't have to do this now.
"Fred." a soft voice came from the door. He spun around. There was Angelina. Her face was sad and tired, but, at the same time, determined. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, still softly.
"I was thinking how we could have gotten there moments earlier, none of this would be happening." he said, honestly.
"Come on Fred. We did the best we could. We're not trained for this kind of thing. How do you think we would have done, on our own? Here there are more people, so we can aid, and learn at the same time. However, how long would we have lasted, alone? Not long, I think." she said.
"But.." Fred trailed off. "Well. I don't know what you're doing tonight, but apparently I'm getting Mrs. Granger and getting out of there. Hey. I wonder if we should use a port key. I'll ask Dumbledore." Brushing past Angelina, he set off to look for Dumbledore. Suddenly he heard whispered voices. He slowed, walking quietly.
"I'm just so worried, Remus. I mean, he doesn't normally do this kind of thing. He's usually just the prankster." Molly's voice shook. Fred started. They were talking about him! "I don't know if he'll be able to handle it. He's never been serious." Fred frowned. He'd had enough of this conversation. Stomping loudly, so they'd hear him, he walked into the front hall.
"Oh Fred. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm just worried." Molly said.
"I figured that out. I'm looking for Dumbledore. Have you seen him?" he asked.
"Yes, he's in the study," Remus said, gesturing behind him. "You should knock before you enter, because he's in discussion with Moody."
"Ok, Thanks." he went over to the door and knocked.
"Come in," growled a voice. That was not Dumbledore. It had to be Moody. Shrugging, he pushed open the door and slipped in. "You're one of the Weasley twins, right?" Moody barked. "I'm supposed to be working with you. I will expect constant vigilance. None of your shenanigans." he said.
"Yes, Professor, sir. I promise." Fred said, solemnly. "Professor Dumbledore, It just occurred to me that once we get to Mrs. Granger that I don't know how we're getting out. I wondered if we could use a port key?"
"Good thinking Fred. However, Moody and I had just discussed that option, and apparently, the place we're going does no allow port keys to work. You will have to find a way out and then Moody, who already has a port key ready, will activate it and you will be taken back here." Dumbledore said.
"Oh. Ok. Um, sir, I was wondering, what will Angelina be doing?" he asked.
"She will be helping you get Mrs. Granger. I think both of your quick reactions from training at Quidditch will come in handy." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. Dumbledore glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner. "Well. Its almost time to go to work. Come. We are meeting in the entrance hall. We will take a port key to just outside the destination. Fred's eyes widened at the people who were in the hallway now. There was Remus, of course, and his mum, Tonks, Mundungus Fletcher, and many others that he didn't recognize. Quite a number of people were there. Dumbledore's voice range above everyone else, and they immediately fell silent. "It is practically time. I would like everyone to gather around the port key pre-designated for you and a few others." Fred looked at Dumbledore questioningly. Dumbledore indicated that he should stay at his side. Fred did so. He assumed that he would be going with Dumbledore. "You, Angelina, and Moody will be taking a portkey to a different area. It will bring you closer to where Mrs. Granger is being kept, and you won't be caught up in the fighting. He handed them a small napkin. Each of them touched it and suddenly they felt the familiar tug on their navel. They landed in a clearing. In the distance there was a large mansion that seemed to glow silver in the moonlight. Something niggled at his memory. He had seen this house before. Shrugging, he pushed himself up and turned. "Well? What are we waiting for?" he said, impatiently.