Author's Note- Hello to all my lovely readers. I would like to thank you for all of the reviews for that last chapter. They made my day, and made me write this chapter for you today.

You are all quite lucky to be getting this at all. I am going on vacation tomorrow for pretty much the rest of the summer. Because I am so nice, I wrote this chappie, and I am going to post it. It was actually quite easy to write once I got started, so I hope you like it.

This is my longest chapter to date, because I had to put so much into it. You might notice that One or two of the parts kind of follow Angelina rather than Fred. That wont happen very often, unless I scratch my plans for the next few chapters.

On that note, this story only has about three or four chapters left, depending on if I do an epilogue.

Well, that's it for now, I'll let you get on with the story. Hope you like it, and REVIEW!

Tidal Waves

xoxox

I'll leave my room open till sunrise for you

Spare periods for sixth- and seventh-years was some sadistic wizard's idea of a joke, thought Fred as he sat in the Gryffindor common room watching the clouds float past outside. Spare periods were almost never spare. There was always some sort of work to be done - in the twin's case it wasn't usually school work - and everyone was always busy.

Today however, there was at least one student who wasn't ding anything at all, except thinking. Fred sat gazing out over the grounds with no single train of thought. There was a central topic to his thinking, however; Angelina.

He couldn't think of a way to describe his night with Angie. They had explored one another so thoroughly that Fred could still se every inch of her when he closed his eyes. At the risk of sounding like a girl, Fred thought that it had been perfect.

Fred couldn't honestly say that he had never slept with anyone before, but none of his previous conquests could add up to Angelina. Of course, the fact that he loved her had probably helped a lot. That and the fact that it was the last night that they would have together before he left.

He was leaving. Even though he knew that this day was coming, Fred had never actually realized exactly what it meant. He was leaving his home of seven years and heading out into the adult world where breaking rules would land him in Azkaban, instead of detention. The adult world of money and power, led by a corrupt minister who had supporters like Percy, that prat.

But it wasn't just the adult world that scared him about leaving the school. It was his friend's and his family's reactions to the action that was terrifying as well. The only people who knew about the twin's plans were Angie, Alicia and Lee. And his mother . . . Well, she wouldn't be too pleased with them, to put it lightly. She had never supported their joke shop plans, and them leaving school early too open up a shop . . . A howler would be the least she would do.

Fred heaved a sigh. He stood up from his comfortable chair and walked up to his dorm to talk to his twin.

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As Fred walked into the seventh-year boys' dorm room, George looked up from the notebook that he had been writing in.

"Ah, Gred. Just the person that I wanted to talk to," George said, placing the notebook on the bed beside him.

"Well, my dear Forge, what is it that you wanted to say?"

"You see, Gred, if tonight goes as planed, we will be leaving the castle, and our lovely ladies. I have found a few problems with our scheme, that might call for some slight altercations to the plan."

"Would I be right if I guessed that one of the problems has something to do with Angie and Alicia?"

"You would indeed, brother. You see, I would like some time to say a proper good-bye to Alicia, and I'm sure you would like the same courtesy with Angelina. That point leads me to the next flaw in the master plan." said George, his ears slightly red at the mention of 'proper good-byes' with Alicia.

"And that would be . . ." said Fred, prompting his twin to continue.

"Well, have you figured out how we are going to get our trunks down to the Entrance Hall before the Toad manages to get her hands on us?" Fred made a face. "Judging by the look you gave me, that would be a no. Okay, well I have a way that would solve both problems."

"And it is . . ." said Fred, once again prompting George.

"We pack our trunks now, and leave them here. We then write letters to the girls. Once we leave through the front door, we wait in Hogsmeade for an hour and then fly back. One of us will come in here and get the trunks, and the other will go to the girls' dorm. That way we can get our trunks and say good-bye."

"Have I ever told you that you are a genius?" Fred asked his brother.

"Not today, you haven't. So I take it you like my plan?"

"'Course I do. Now, who gets the wonderful job of loading the trunks on their broom?"

"Hmmm. Good question. Oh, I know! Here, just let me write a number down on this piece of paper." George did so, and then put it in his pocket. "Now guess what number it is. If you get it right, or you guess too high, you don't have to deal with the trunks."

"Okay, er, what's it between?"

"Oops, sorry. It's between one and ten."

"Er, seven?"

George sighed. "It was six. I'll deal with the trunks then. Now, go write a letter to Angie telling her to leave her window open for you."

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Ten minutes to five o'clock found Fred and George sneaking along a corridor on the fifth floor in the east wing of the castle. Fred carried with him a medium sized box labelled with the non-descriptive letters PS. When they reached their destination, George hastily checked his watch and then nodded at his twin. Fred opened the box and pulled at what looked exactly like an innocent tarpaulin. The twins quickly spread it out in the middle of the corridor, completely covering all available floor space. When that was done, George checked his watch and then held up two fingers. Two minutes.

George and Fred hastened to the last available piece of uncovered floor, right by the stairs. George then bent down and taped his wand to the tarp. A thick mist filled the corridor, and when it cleared, there was no longer a floor, but a huge, deep, sticky swamp. Fred and George gave each other high fives. At that moment the bell rang and classroom doors opened onto the swamp. Students who were about to exit their classrooms had to stop short or fall into the smelly pit. Fred and George turned tail and ran down the stairs but not before a certain Malfoy saw them.

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Angelina Johnson had been going over some finer points of Arithmancy with Professor Vector after class. At last, she learned what she needed, and headed down to the Great hall for an early supper, hoping that Fred would be there as well. As she drew nearer to the Entrance Hall, she hear a commotion. Moving faster, she reached the crowd of students and teachers that were ringing the edges of the hall. Being quite tall, she was able to see the scene before all of them.

Fred and George were standing in the middle of the hall, and Umbridge was standing before them with a furious look on her face.

"So," said Umbridge, "you think it amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp, do you?"

Oh my, thought Angelina. So that's what they were going to do.

"Pretty amusing, yeah," she heard Fred say.

No, Fred, she thought. Don't rile her up!

Angelina then saw Filch elbow his way through the crowd towards the Toad. He said something to the Headmistress that Angelina was to far away to catch. What ever it was, he was definitely happy about it. Were the twins going to be expelled?

"Very good, Argus," she said in her stupid simpering voice. "You two," she continued, turning to look gleefully on Fred and George, "are about to learn what happens to wrong doers in my school."

This doesn't sound good, thought Angie.

"You know what? I don't think we are." said Fred. Then, turning to his twin he said, "George, I think we've outgrown full-time education."

"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George.

"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" asked Fred.

"Definitely."

Then, Angelina watched in awe as the raised their wands and together said "Accio Brooms!"

A crash was heard in the distance, and the students and teachers waited in silence for the brooms to arrive. And they did, with one of them still trailing chain and an iron peg. The brooms halted in front of the twins.

"We won't be seeing you," Fred said to Umbridge as he mounted his broom.

"Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," said George doing the same.

Fred looked around at the assembled students, and his eyes landed on Angelina. He gave her a small wink and then turned to face the crown in general.

"If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley – Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Our new premises!" he said loudly.

George stepped in, "Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat." He pointed at Umbridge.

"STOP THEM!" bellowed Umbridge and members of his special squad of arse kissers moved forwards. The twins rose into he air on the their brooms.

Fred looked around at Peeves, who was bobbing at the twins' height. "Give her hell from us, Peeves."

To Angelina's astonishment, Peeves swept his hat from his head and saluted as Fred and George sped out of the open front doors.

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Angelina turned away from where she was standing and started to make her way up to Gryffindor tower. She didn't feel like eating anymore. She couldn't believe that he had left. She know that he would, of course, but after the previous night, she had hopped that he wouldn't. He didn't even say good-bye to her! All he did was wink! She couldn't believe it! She heard footsteps behind her, and the turned to see Alicia. She waited for her friend to catch up.

"I can't believe that they really left," said Alicia.

"Yeah, I know. Did George say good-bye to you?"

"That's the thing! He didn't! He gave me a little wave right before he left. It's not like him. I'm guessing that Fred did the same?"

Angelina nodded. "It's not like them. I know Fred would have said good bye to me."

"Same here. But maybe we are reading too much into this. Tell you what, let's go up to our dorm, and invite Katie up. We'll have a pajama party."

"That sounds good to me," said Angie. "Let's go."

The two girls walked up the stairs to their dorm room. Immediately Angelina saw a white envelope on her bed. There was one on Alicia's bed as well. The two girls looked at each other and then ran to their respective beds and opened the envelopes.

Angelina's read:

Dear Angie,

Well, as you probably already know, George and I left school tonight. You knew this was coming, and so did I, but if you are feeling anything like what I am feeling right now, I know that this is really hard for you.

Now, you may be asking yourself, and possible Alicia, why did I not say good-bye to you today, especially after last night. It's a good question, and it will be answered in due time. But first I need to ask you something.

Would you please have your dorm room window open tonight around 7:00? And could you also make sure that you are alone in your room? Alicia won't be a problem because she, too, will be otherwise occupied.

In case you haven't figure it out yet, I will be coming to see you. Me and George kind of forgot about our trunks until this morning, so we decided to do things this way. So, if you don't hate me too, too much for leaving, I would really like to see you to, in George's words, "say a proper good-bye."

I love you, Angel, and I hope to see you tonight.

Always,

Fred

Angelina re-read the letter again, and then looked over at Alicia. The two girls broke out into identical smiles.

"So the prats decided to say good-bye after all," said Alicia.

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At quarter to seven, Angelina was sitting on her bed, reading the letter from Fred again. Alicia had just left to go to the boys' dorms to meet George. The window was wide open to the cool night air, and a soft breeze was disturbing the curtains. She finished the letter and placed it back in the envelope. She had just placed the envelope on her bedside table when Fred flew through the window.

Angelina ran towards her red-haired boyfriend and flung her arms around his neck. All of a sudden, she started crying. Fred, seeing that she was distraught, led her over to her bed, and sat her down. He then keeled on the floor in front of her.

"Angie, babe, why are you crying?"

She wiped her tears away. "When you left, I thought you were gone for good, and then I got your letter, and I wanted to believe it, but then I thought that it was one of the girls playing a joke on me and Alicia, because how would you have gotten a letter up here, and then when you came. . ."

"Hush, Angel. It's okay. I'm here." he soothed

"I know that." she said.

"Anyway, I got Katie to bring the letters up here. She was willing to help, especially since Lee won't be allowed into his room for a while, so he and Katie will probably be spending some time in the room of requirement."

They both laughed. Fred got up off the floor and sat down on the bed beside Angelina. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her close. "Thanks for keeping the window open, I wasn't sure if you would, because it's kinda chilly out."

"Fred, I would keep my window open until sunrise every night for you, if I knew you were coming. I love you, remember. I don't want to be without you."

"I know, babe, I know. I don't want to go either, but it's for the best. I need this chance, because there may not be another one. Plus I couldn't stand another day here with Umbridge."

"And you think I can?"

"Yes, you can. You need to. You need the grades. Even if you end up playing professional quidditch, which will happen by the way, you need an off-season career. It'll be fine. You'll see." He rested his chin on the top of her head, and pulled her even closer.

"You always make me feel better, Fred. Always."

"That's what I'm here for," he said.

"Oh, and I wanted to thank you for last night. That was . . . wonderful." she blushed."Don't thank me, I should be thanking you. I mean, I loved you before, but now . . . well I love you a gazillion times more. You are the most perfect person ever."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"I guess that we will have to agree to disagree on that point. How long do you have before you have to go?"

Fred glanced at his watch. "An hour. Why?"

"Well, before you go, I wondering if we could have a repeat performance of last night?"

Fred raised an eyebrow at her forwardness. "That could be arranged, babe. That could be arranged."