"You two stay here," Molly ordered the twins.

Fred and George protested loudly.

"You have to!" she shouted. "Somebody has to stay here. In case she gets away and comes home. In case someone hears something and tries to Floo us here."

"You think we're no good!" Fred shouted angrily.

"Just because we went to work for ourselves instead of at the Ministry," George added.

"We're perfectly competent!"

"Let Ron stay, he's younger than we are-"

"QUIET!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. "I do think you two can take care of yourselves, that's why I'm leaving you two here alone; I'm not leaving Ron here by himself!"

"But-"

"No," Arthur said. "Please, Fred. This does need to be done. Stay here, and if you hear anything, deal with it. Stay near the fire, but try to get some sleep." He managed a weak smile. "If this situation isn't...sorted out by morning, we'll need someone to be awake enough to keep a level head, all right?"

Fred scowled.

George glared.

But they both sat down at the kitchen table and watched their parents and youngest brother stepped through the Floo to Grimmauld Place.