I hope you all enjoy this chapter and it may ease some of your concerns as we finally see where Hermione appeared! For those needing the romione reunion, I promise it will be soon! I hope you do enjoy this one though, it was interesting for me to write and flesh out.

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Crack.

They ignored the sound and continued their descent back to the flat.

Today they closed the shop early. Neither had the mind to work, minds too occupied with other matters. Those more pressing than selling Skiving Snack Boxes.

In hindsight closing early might've not been the smartest move considering now they had nothing to do but worry.

They knew the raid was happening, probably at that very moment, but of course, they weren't permitted to go. Only Charlie and Bill were granted that mercy. Some rubbish about how the twins were still too young, despite all they've done recently.

No matter, George suggested they take a stroll down to Fortescues for a bite to eat. They recently added sandwiches to the menu and George figured the two could use the fresh air.

Diagon Alley wasn't really like anywhere in the Wizarding World as of late. It was the one place that most wizards and witches felt thoroughly protected. With all the constant hustle and bustle, a supporter of the Dark Lord would be mad to try anything, it would be near impossible to not have any witnesses.

"Oh hello there Mr. Weasley! Lovely seeing you here, my son can't get enough of your shop." Fred heard a familiar voice say to George who was some meters behind him.

George stopped to speak to the man, "good to see you too Mr. Kettleburn. Dewey is surely one of our best…"

Fred let their voices float away and he continued on the path back to Wheeze's. He was hungry as a Hippogriff.

It wasn't until George was out of sight and the shop was right in front of him did he realize his twin brother was hoarding the bag of food.

"Shite." He groaned to himself, turning around.

This time however, Fred decided to take a shortcut he knew, a few alleyways between shops. George was never fond of the route, saying it was 'creepy', but he wasn't here at the moment.

Whistling to himself he turned down a darkened stone lined path. Unable to see, he casted a quick lumos, igniting the tip of his wand.

As the end lit up the narrow pathway he spotted something a little ways down. At first, he paid no mind, but as he leered closer he realized this something was no something at all, but a someone.

He then concluded whoever they are, is simply sloshed and passed out, or is someone from Knockturn Alley looking for a place to hangout for the night.

But no matter how much he told himself this, something about the form felt so… familiar.

"Lumos Maxima." He whispered.

Crouching down next to the body, he moved some of their dirty matted hair. Fred almost pulled his hand away at the sight of blood sticking to him, but continued nonetheless.

He stuck his wand closer to their face. It took him a few moments to put it together, but he nearly toppled at the sight.

"Shite. Fuck. Fuck. Shite." He cursed to himself standing up abruptly.

Closing his eyes Weasley did his best to produce a patronus despite his shaking hands and whirling mind.

And by some miracle he does.

"Between Gambol & Japes and Magical Menageries, hurry!" He said to the wispy magpie as it fluttered away.

Taking a shaking breath, he dropped back onto his knees and began to inspect her further. She was cold to the touch. Fred soon realizes that she's not wearing anything, but you wouldn't know at first glance. Her body is splattered in bruises, marred with cuts, and smeared in blood.

Instantly, he shrugged off his dragon skin jacket, not giving a shite how expensive it was, and draped it over her.

"Come on, wake up, please wake up." He whispers like a mad man, tears stinging his eyes, "open your eyes, alright? You'll see Ron, Harry, Ginny. Come on." He begged.

"Fred!" He heard a voice call from behind him.

He turned his head to meet George who ran over and observed the scene.

"Merlin. Fuck. Is that…" It's like he couldn't believe it.

All Fred could do was nod.

The twin dropped to his knees next to his brother, "shite. Hermione." He cried out.

George's hand began to rove around her until he found the side of her neck. The pulse was faint, but it was there.

Fred heard him sigh in relief and turned to him, "what do we do?" He was shaking his head frantically.

George shrugged off his own jacket and placed it atop the one already on her, knowing she could use the warmth.

"We need to go to Mungo's now." He said.

Fred started wiping his hands excessively on his trousers, wanting to get rid of the red on them, "yes. Yes. You're right. Yeah." He muttered. Then he turned to his brother, "Georgie I don't think I can disapparte, fuck, my hands are shaking so much."

"It's okay." He assured, "I'll do it, you side along. Hold her tight. Alright?" George's voice was now nothing but a quiver.

"We need to tell someone. Send a patronus." Fred said, now sensing his twin's fear.

The other nodded and began wielding his wand, until Fred stopped him. "Not to Bill or Charlie. If-if they're still there it could blow their cover and hers. Dad should be with the others."

Suddenly, a horrible thought came to George, "fuck, what if- what if this is a set up? What if they're coming." He began shaking.

"Just cast the patronus and we'll get out of here. She'll be safe at Mungo's." Fred said quickly, still trying to figure out the best way to go about picking her up, not wanting to hurt her worse.

"St. Mungo's now. Can't explain in case this is intercepted." George told the white wispy animal before it disappeared into the night.

"Merlin, she weighs nothing." Fred almost whimpered as he settled the witch in his arms.

George felt a tear stream his face, "just give me a second to focus." He pleaded.

His brother nodded in understanding and turned his attention to the witch, "you're gonna be alright Hermione. You're gonna be fine. You can't die. Our baby brother needs you. Harry needs you. We need you too. The whole wizarding world does." He cries into her hair.

The words falling past Fred's lips seemed to ignite something in George. They needed Hermione, the people they love need Hermione. Hell, he thinks if they want to win this war, Wizarding Britain needs her too. So he'll be damned if she gets taken away from any of them.

"I'm ready." He said, grasping tightly onto the pair of them.

Fred responded by wrapping an arm around his brother while pushing Hermione further into him, holding onto her much like a parent to a sleeping toddler.

George began turning, pouring all his focus into his movements.

Destination. Destination. Deliberation.

Crack.

They were gone.

As they landed, they stumbled but wouldn't let her fall. It was a miracle no one was splinched. Or maybe Hermione was. They wouldn't be able to tell.

Rushing through the doors of 's they were meant by the chaos of the waiting room. However, they both ignored it, pushing past the injured people and toward the welcome desk.

"Help! Somebody, we need help!" Fred cried out in the midst of the crowd.

No one came.

"Please help!" George now called.

A nurse looking at a cliff board huffed, "sir you're going to-" then she stopped to look up at them.

At the sight of Hermione, the woman paled. A nurse at a hospital, who's probably seen everything, paled at the sight.

Merlin this was bad.

She instantly conjured a stretcher, "quick put her down!" The old woman yelled as the twins did as she said. "Martin! I need you to page Healer Padmore now! Or Jamison! Anyone!"

A small man in blue robes nodded and ran in the other direction as the nurse began floating Hermione away.

"Where are you taking her?" George questioned.

"She needs to be tended to immediately!" The woman said without turning, "you two stay put!" She commanded before running off.

As they watch Hermione be carted away the pair both share the same thought. How the hell did Hermione get to Diagon Alley? What if they were coming?

Then it dawns on them.

There's a war brewing.

Nowhere is really safe anymore.

Arthur Weasley ran into 's eyes scanning the mass of witches and wizards for a pair of twin redheads.

Having no luck of spotting them amongst the people, he ran to the welcome desk.

"Can I help you sir?" A kind young woman asked.

"Yes, yes, I'm looking for my sons. They're twins. Red hair."

She seems to ponder on it until realization strikes her face, "oh yes, I remember them. Last I saw they were going down the corridor leading to the East Wing. Leads to the Spell Damage ward." She informed.

Arthur smiled out of gratitude more than anything else, "thank you. Thank you so much." And with that he was off.

He didn't spot Fred and George until some ways into the wing for Spell Damaged patients. They were sitting in an uncomfortable row of empty chairs.

"Boys!" He called as his shoes squeaked against the floor.

At the sight of their fathers face the twins jumped up, instantly engulfing their dad in a hug. At his touch they melted, weeping into his shoulder.

"It's alright. Everything's alright now." Arthur whispered.

Fred pulled away and wiped at his eyes, "but it's not dad." He said croakily.

The older man's cocked brow silently asked for more.

George decided to fill in, sniffling as he spoke, "you should've seen her. She didn't even look like herself. Merlin the blood-" he choked.

"Hey, it's okay, you got her here. That's what matters." He reminds tentatively squeezing his son's shoulder.

"What happened at the raid?" Fred whispered.

Arthur shook his head at the memory. "I got a patronus from Charlie saying that when they showed up everyone cleared from the manor, but Hermione wasn't there. They said they'd be back soon, I came by to make sure it was really you two with Hermione before I told anyone. Just your Mum knows." He explained.

They nodded in understanding, you could never be too sure these days.

"I should go back to the Burrow, they'll be back any minute now, they'll need to be briefed. Everyone. I'll send your mother in my place."

"Thank you Dad." George breathed.

He gave them a proud smile, "no need. Thank you to the two of you, you've made me so proud today. You've done a brilliant and brave thing." Mr. Weasley said a little misty eyed.

They embraced their father one more time before he slowly started walking away, until he abruptly turned.

"What's up dad?" Fred asked curiously.

"You two don't have any idea how she got there do you? Was there anyone around? Anything?" He asked in a hushed desperate whisper.

Briefly the twins exchanged a look before Fred pulled something out of his pocket. It was a long dark wooden thing. Delicately carved designs into its handle.

"You don't think-" Arthur began in disbelief.

George shrugged, "we don't know. I mean it's possible right? Can you check at the Ministry?"

It took him a moment but nodded at the idea, "yes. Yes, I'll be sure to ask Kingsley. Any idea whose wand it is?"

They both shook their heads.

"Alright. I'll figure it out. I'll be back soon enough." He promised his sons.

"Dad, wait." Fred stopped.

"Yes?"

"You've gotta tell him- Ronnie." He gulped.

"Of course." Arthur agreed, "I'll have Minerva alert them." He promised Ron to keep him involved after all.

"No you don't understand. The sight of her, it's gonna break his heart. He'll blame himself." Fred admits in a broken whisper.

His dad could sense the anguish in both boys' eyes and stepped forward one last time, "then we'll have to hope she pulls through. She'll help him as much as he'll help her."

With that he walked away before offering his sons a small smile.

It isn't until Arthur was out of sight until the twins even spoke.

"They love each other." George says like it just now dawned on him, "she loves him back, just as much." It's not a question.

"Yeah Georgie." Fred whispers, "yeah, she does."


I hope this chapter eased up on some of the angst now that Hermione's finally at 's. Sorry for the lack of Romione here, but I can promise from this chapter on it will be full of Ron and Hermione! And in the same place too :)

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"What's going on?" He hisses to the professor.

"There's no time." She calls from in front of him as her dressing gown billows behind her.

The ginger grunts in frustration and wills himself to catch up to McGonagall. "Wait, please, just tell me, is she-is she alive?" He stutters out.

At the cracking of his voice the old woman feels her chest tighten and stops.

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