Fred looked up and winced. Someone was thumping. Someone had woken him up. When he found out who had woken him up, he was going to-

He blinked and looked around, confused. He wasn't in his flat anymore. And the thumping was still going on. He blinked hard, trying to remember why on earth he was asleep on his mother's kitchen table.

Oh. Right. Ginny.

Fred sat bolt upright, suddenly awake. Someone was banging on the door. He pushed back his chair and stood up, swung around, and peeked out the window.

He blinked. It was a house-elf. Why on earth was a house-elf at his door?

He pulled the door open.

"Mr. Wheezy! Mr. Wheezy!" the elf yelled, the minute the door opened. "Mr. Wheezy must come with Blinky now!"

Fred glared down. "Why? Is it anything to do with Ginny?"

"Yes!" the elf shouted. "Yes! Blinky is thinking that he is knowing where Ginny Wheezy is now!"

"Thinking?" Fred demanded. "Thinking? My sister's been kidnapped and you tell me you think you know where she is? Do you or don't you?"

"Blinky is thinking that she is on a broom with Mendy's master, sir!" the elf said. "Mendy's mistress is coming to Hogwarts with Mendy, and she is saying that her master is flying through the air with Ginny Wheezy, and he is calling for help for him and Ginny Wheezy and so Blinky is coming to the Wheezies to tell them that they must be rescuing Ginny Wheezy now, sir!"

Fred shook his head, confused, and turned and looked at the clock.

The shortest hand now pointed squarely at "Traveling".

"She's out of danger," he said. "She's all right." He grinned, weak with relief.

Of course, just because she wasn't in mortal peril didn't mean she was safe.

He recognized the elf from Hogwarts. No Hogwarts elf would lead anyone into a Death Eater trap willingly. And tricking one-Fred shook his head. He had never been able to trick a house-elf. Everything he'd ever gotten from them, he'd been given. And the elf might really knew where his sister was. He couldn't afford not to check it out.

Besides, Arthur had said if you hear anything, deal with it.

"Wait here," Fred said. "I need to get my brother. And my broomstick. Where are they, anyway?"

"That way," Blinky said, pointing. "Fifty kilometers, Blinky is thinking. And up, in the air."

"Do you know exactly where?" Fred called, walking to the couch.

"No, Mr. Wheezy. Blinky is sorry," the house-elf said.

"Can't be helped," he said briskly, shaking his brother. "We'll just have to look."

"Look at what?" George asked, sleepily. He blinked, then shot upright. "Ginny-?"

Fred gestured to the house-elf. "He says he thinks he can find Ginny."

George jumped to his feet. Fred handed him his broom and took his hand. "Blinky, hold on to me. George, come on. We've got to Apparate closer, and then find them on broomsticks. Start by hopping fifty kilometers east."

George nodded and the twins Disapparated.

Behind them, the clock hands moved.