Dissing the Claimer: hehe, don't own any of the harry potter characters.

Besides, if I did, ....

Never mind.. it would be bad.

Warning: this story involves child verbal abuse, and rape.

Its sad.

Rating: R

PLEASE FOR FUCKING GODS SAKE REVIEW!!!!!!!!! Ermm... please review. (angelic halo appears. )

The Twins sat in their room.

.... Correction.

Fred lounged on the windowsill and George paced. Fretting about their "sweet aunt Mary's" arrival.

Usually the twins were much more abundantly mischeviouse than this, but this was when they didn't have to worry about getting sexually harrased by their "sweet aunt". (A/N: hey, stay with me here, I created this story off an unfortunate experience and a sad memory. Just stay with me. K?)

George's throat felt corse and dry, he had given up trying to swallow down water a long time ago. He naturally threw it back up. His face was pale, his cheeks white as Christmas snow, and his eyes, which were normally so bright and blue, were dull and grey.... Lifeless.

Fred was sobbing like a lost child inside. He HATED these visits.

( who wouldn't)

she loved to just see them cower, and anything that went array was their fault. (mum wasn't helping them at all.) and what was so wrong about their closeness?! NOBODY

AND I MEAN NOBODY dared to split apart the twins.

They needed one another. Especially in times like this.

"Its 6:00, George....", Fred stated.

Time for hell to open up its gates and unleash the demons, time for her to arrive.

And she was ALWAYS on time.

Molly Weasley waited downstairs for the arrivel of the hour, her sister was finally staying for a week! How lovely it would be to catch up over a spot of tea..( A/N: ROFLMAO, I had to put that in, oh how shitty...er I mean corney!)

Just as she finished putting down all the silver ware, the door recived a heavy pounding.

"MOLLY! ITS ME, MARRAYY!" she heard the distant sounding of luggage being slung over her back.

"Coming deary!" Molly bustled over to the oak door, and swung it open, to find herself face to face with Mary.

A witch of around 38, Mary's hair sat in a HUMONGOUSE bun atop her rather round face, with eyes as grey as the stormy clouds, her attitude was that of a grandmother, she gave out cookies, but you could never tell if they were filled with poison or not.

Hopefully not. But I wouldn't count on it.

So the evening progressed. No trouble was stirred up, and the family had just gotten through with dinner and dessert, and were heading up stairs, when Fred and George were called back down.

They trumped back down, huffing about needing to go to bed, when they saw her. Sitting in one of the chairs, reading what else, but Genghis Khan. Her eyes flashed lustfully.

"How is your summer?", she asked, getting up from the comfortable chair, to pace around the twins, like a shark heading in for the kill.

"Good, Mam."

They both replied. They knew the routine. Make polite but quick conversations, once she harassed one of the twins, the other had to step in and end the conversation.

"Had a good year?"

"good mam."

"Still have good friends?"

"Yes mam."

"Still clean?"

".... Yes mam."

George answered. He was going to take the blow this time. He gave fred the 'get ready to help me outta here!' look.

"Funny, you still look like a little slut to me.."

"we really must go upstairs!" Fred hurled himself between the two, snatching at georges hand and heading for the stairs.

"and fred... you still look innocent to me..."

at this, fred all but flung them both up the stairs, wrenched open their door, double locked it, and burst into silent fits of giggles.

"I don't see whats so funny fred..."

george began.

"SHE HAS NO IDEA THAT ME AND ANGE-"

Fred began, hooting with malicent glee, when george slapped a hand over his brothers mouth and said "SHHHH!"

She was climbing the stairs.

Two light taps followed, and their door stood wide open.

Horror filled the twins as the woman advanced, they backed up as far as they could, ready to fight desperately to the end. Silently though.

"consider yourselves lucky. You will no longer be so young and pure after tonight."

The door was closed and locked with a wave of her wand.

Silencio charms were cast.

Their arms were clung to one another, hearts beeting at the same pace.

Regulary, Fred and George would have already won, and regularly Fred and George were the last to give in.

..... but this time, there was no hope of getting out.