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Chapter 13: The Weasleys

Harry looked up from another pile of drawings when Hedwig flew through the gap in the bars into the room, landing directly on his shoulder, nibbling his ear and ruffling his hair.

Harry laughed and stroke her feathers. "Hey Girl. I missed you, too. How are Neville, Luna and Hermione?"

The owl ruffled her feathers and nearly purred under his fingers. Harry stood and walked to her cage, where she happily took her place and immediately fell asleep.

"I'll let you sleep, and then I hope you are up for another trip, only six left." He looked to the small pile on the desk, then sat back on his bed, picking up the pencil and continuing with his drawing, a picture of a Thestral. Its leathery wings stretched out, the head crooked to the side, a curious look on its face – if a bat-like skeletal horse could look curious.

"I think I am getting rather good at these." Harry mumbled as he regarded the half-done drawing critically.

Exchanging a glance with his twin, Fred opened the letter addressed to him, unease settling in his stomach. The atmosphere in the kitchen was heavy and thick and Fred didn't know what to do or say to lift it. It felt utterly inappropriate to crack a joke now, the only way Fred knew to lift the tension he was feeling.

How would one even make a joke about Voldemort apparently regaining his sanity and being declared innocent?

So, he said nothing and opened the letter carefully. The whole situation was unusual and disturbing. Harry had never written letters to all members of the family at once and he could see that Ron was worried of whatever Harry had told him in his letter. It didn't bode well for the content of the other letters.

The letter was not long, but the first sentences already increased the foreboding and unease feeling.

Dear Fred

I can imagine that the whole family is confused and surprised by the number of letters I sent at once. I wish I could say it is a major prank, but it isn't.

I will not go into the details, but I vanquished Voldemort. To summarize, there was a prophecy involved, some nasty dark magic Voldy had performed that made him insane, some chess play by Dumbledore and my refusal to be a murderer.

I found a solution which was reckless and even a little bit stupid and perhaps the biggest prank ever. The end result is that Voldemort is sane again and I think that I am right when I assume that the sane person is different from the insane persona of Lord Voldemort. If not – well… bad luck.

I am quite sure that Dumbledore is not that happy with me at the moment, because I acted entirely on my own. If you want more details, ask Ron or Hermione and see what they share- or pester Dumbledore. The moment the wizarding population learns of the truth, I am not sure if they will hate me or love me for what I did. Both options are equally horrifying, and I've had more than enough of them already.

And there is the reason why I wrote all these letters. I wanted to say thank you.

Thank you for helping an overwhelmed eleven-year-old on the train, and for not making a big deal out of who I was. Thank you for rescuing me from a miserable summer and showing the whole school how ridiculous it was that a twelve-year old with a Muggle-born as a best friend should be the Heir of Slytherin. Thank you for giving me a memento of my father, even if you didn't know it. Thank you for standing by me this last year, despite the public opinion that I am a dangerous, unhinged attention seeker and liar.

Now that they know that Voldemort is back, I am their golden child, their hero again. I have had enough of the fickle opinions of the wizarding population. I have had enough of being their scapegoat and convenient hero when they need one.

I love magic, but I am not sure anymore if magic is enough to hold me in this world. Therefore, Harry Potter has to disappear. But not without saying goodbye and how much I appreciated that I was allowed to be part of the Weasley family. You didn't treat me much different than your own brother, and that meant a lot to me.

Thank you.

Fred, you may be one part of a twinset, but that doesn't mean you and George are identical. I know that a lot of people think that way and I know how it feels to be perceived as something that you aren't. Its tiring.

Yes, you are Fred and George and together you complement each other, but that doesn't mean that the individual Fred is not important. You are so much more than George's older twin and his partner in crime.

You are daring, outgoing and sarcastic in a way George isn't. Yes, you tend to overdo it in your pranks sometimes, especially on people you don't like and for this you have George to rein you in. But you are also compassionate, forgiving and very good in lifting the spirits if needed. You are loyal and brave and brilliant.

You, your brother and your prank products helped a lot to lighten the mood, to help us laugh and relax in the last very tiring school year, and your farewell show will be forever remembered in the minds of the Hogwarts students. I never saw Peeves showing respect to a student, and I don't think I will ever again.

I will never forget the ton-tongue-toffee incident and your really magnificent beards when you tried to cross the Age Line around the Goblet of Fire.

You are brilliant as Fred, never forget that, but also never forget as Gred and Forge you are off the scale and you together can make the world brighter and happier with a good laugh. We always need good laughs.

I will miss you and the whole Weasley family, but it is better this way.

Goodbye,

Harry (son of Prongs, godson of Padfoot and honorary nephew of Moony)

Fred didn't know what to say, he didn't even know what to think. For once in his life there was no witty comeback or remark coming to his mind. The content of the letter completely filled it and swirled around in chaos.

A prophecy?

And it seemed he really had vanquished Voldemort… or however you may call it if the being Voldemort was now sane – and that was certainly debatable if someone thought it would be a good idea to use some dark magic which resulted in insanity – and walking around as a normal citizen.

How in Merlin's name had Harry made Voldemort sane again?

Parts of the letter caught his eye. Harry wanted to disappear? How? Why?

He threw in a breath when he read over the 'thank you' again. He had never known that Harry thought of them like this and to even distinguish between George… his gaze flicked to his brother who held his letter in slightly trembling hands. He could guess what was in George's letter and with another glance to Ron, who was fiddling with his letter, he understood now why his youngest brother looked concerned and even slightly ill.

George looked up and their eyes met. Fred was sure his own confused and alarmed expression was a mirror of the one his twin was showing. He swapped letters with his brother, both scanning the content of their letters for differences and hopefully more hints. It was nearly the same as his, but Harry had taken his time to speak directly to George as he had done to him in his letter.

…You are so much gentler, and your humour tends to be not as biting, and your ability to rein in your exuberant brother is impressive…

Fred wasn't sure if he should be affronted that Harry thought he needed reining in and was exuberant or being impressed that he saw the differences between them, with which even their mother had a lot of problems.

…your vindictive side also shouldn't be overlooked…

He could only agree, as much as George was the more level-headed and quieter one of them, as it had been his idea to leave the prank sweet for Harry's dumb cousin for example. Even if he, Fred, was the one who took the lead most of the time and instigated most of their pranks, George was more than often the mind behind them.

…You are loyal and brave and compassionate…

…You are brilliant as George, never forget that, but also never forget as Forge and Gred you are off the scale and you together can make the world brighter and happier with a good laugh…

In that moment Fred's throat constricted a little bit, confusion, unease but also appreciation filling him. A lot of people saw them as a unit - which they were most of the time – and they used it fully to their advantage. But they were still individuals, and sometimes they wished it would more acknowledged. That Harry had written them separate letters – even if the content was mostly the same – moved Fred and when he looked to George, he knew his twin felt the same.

He handed George his letter back. Looking at each other Fred knew that he was as worried as himself. He looked down at the parchment in his hand, Harry's signature catching his eye and he sucked in a shocked breath, his eyes flying to his twin again. George looked at him and nodded.

Yes, he also had seen how Harry had ended his letter. The Marauders…

Harry's dad had been a Marauder? Sirius had been one? They had lived with a Marauder in the same house?

He read the part again and thoughtfully tapped the tip of his nose. If James Potter was Prongs and Sirius Padfoot, then… Professor Lupin was Moony! Fred nearly facepalmed. Lupin was a werewolf, the nickname Moony was too obvious, why hadn't they ever realized this?

And Wormtail… Fred suppressed a growl - the backstabbing rat was a Marauder! He couldn't believe that one of his idols could be that cowardly snivelling traitor.

A shocked intake of breath shifted his attention to the kitchen and the people occupying the room. His mother had her mouth covered by a hand and tears in her eyes, while their father had his arm wrapped in comfort around her shoulders. Bill and Charlie clutched their letters with expressions of utter confusion that it could have been comical if it had been a different situation. Percy was pale and looked guilty, while Ginny was crying silently.

Fred shared another look with his twin and cleared his throat, everyone shifted their gaze to him.

"I don't know what's in your letters but in George's and mine, Harry is talking about a prophecy concerning Vo – " He stumbled over the name. "Voldemort and himself. Apparently, he vanquished him by giving him back his sanity, however he accomplished that he doesn't tell."

He looked at Ron, who was the only one who didn't have a completely shocked expression on his face. But then, his brother had read his own letter earlier and had time to digest whatever his best friend had told him, and Fred would bet on his life that Harry had included more details in his letter to Ron than to George or him.

Ron nodded. "Yes, Harry told me about the prophecy, which was the reason why Voldemort tricked him to come to the Department of Mystery. It was a copy of the prophecy that he was after, but I think Mum and Dad already knew that."

All heads moved to Mr and Mrs Weasley, who shook their heads, but didn't answer.

"Professor Dumbledore never told us why exactly we were standing guard at the Department of Mystery." Bill's quiet tenor rang through the kitchen.

Fred saw the tips of Ron's ears getting red, never a good sign, but he marvelled at how well his brother - who was not really known for his calm and controlled temper- kept a leash on his anger.

"So, you just let yourselves be led by Dumbledore, like chess pieces, without ever questioning him? You put your life on the line without questioning why and for what? Like good little soldiers? Dad nearly died there!" Ron visibly clenched his jaw.

"Professor Dumbledore…" Mrs Weasley began, but Ron interrupted her.

"He is not invincible or without fault. Harry, Hermione and me, we can testify to that."

Charlie placed the parchment in his hand down and broke the upcoming argument. "That's not the issue here, at least at the moment."

They all looked at their letters again.

"It seems Voldemort somehow made himself immortal, which cost him his sanity and Harry found a way to reverse this. He hopes that action is enough for the prophecy, but I don't think that's the reason Harry even wrote the letters. The main reason is that he wants to say goodbye, because he wants to disappear." Ron sighed. "But I fear he is not telling the whole truth. I understand that he wants to escape from the public attention. Merlin knows he had more than enough of that. But why disappear completely? Why sever ties with everyone? Or at least it sounds like that to me. I'm worried, after everything that happened to Harry over the last year and now trying to come to terms with his godfather's death and all that at his relative's place… I know Harry."

Fred stared at his brother. He had always known that Ron wasn't stupid, only very very lazy, but this Ron? He wasn't sure if he would ever witness this side of his personality - ever.

"As strong-willed as he is, he is prone to moodiness. He has nightmares and tends to withdraw into himself. He is one of the kindest and most compassionate people I know, which can backfire. I remember the state he was in after Cedric, I can only imagine how he is now that S… Sirius died. Hermione once explained to me that all these are signs for – what do the Muggles call it? - " Ron fell silent.

"Depression, they call it depression." Percy answered in a quiet voice. "It's a serious mental illness."

Fred looked surprised at his brother, he had nearly forgotten that he was here. Then his thoughts went back to what Ron had said. Something was nagging at the back of his head. He didn't know Harry as well as Ron, but he had seen him spiral down into anger and moodiness all through the last school year.

He also clearly remembered the dreadful dark little bedroom they had rescued Harry from years ago. At that time, they hadn't thought much about Harry's homelife, but the older he got the more he became aware that something was definitely not right. He exchanged a glance with George, who looked grim. Both shuddered trying to imagine how Harry tried to come to terms with his godfather's death in that kind of environment.

He was brought out of his reverie by a knock on the door.

Everyone startled and heads moved in surprise in the direction of the entrance. Bill, the one nearest to the door, drew his wand and stepped forward. He threw a quick glance around the room.

"Do we expect anymore company?"

Another knock, harder and more demanding. Then a female voice. "I know you are all there! Open the goddamn door, Ronald Weasley, or Merlin help me I will ask Hagrid if you could help him grooming Aragog!"

Ron practically flew through the room and ripped the door open, throwing his arms around a figure standing at the front step, a figure with a head full of bushy brown hair.

"Hermione, thank Merlin you are here."

Marvolo Slytherin, sat before the fire in the old Riddle manor, a glass of wine in his hand and a smug smile on his face. The stipulations he would have to pay for the damage done to the Ministry a few weeks ago were high, but nothing he couldn't manage with the help of some of his richer Death Eaters.

Everything really had gone perfectly.

He looked down at the signet ring representing his title of Lord Slytherin, a silver snake on a dark green background. The ring and the family magic had accepted him instantly and eagerly, leaving no room for doubts. Sadly, the Slytherin vaults at Gringotts hadn't been what he expected. A few heirlooms, some old tomes he couldn't decipher, some rusty old swords and armour. No family home or manor had been listed anywhere. It seemed Slytherin's descendants hadn't left anything worthwhile, but it didn't matter, he had more than enough resources through his Death Eaters and now he had the title and the seats on the Wizengamot, that was the most important. Money could be obtained, political power was priceless.

He swirled his glass of wine. Lucius would contact his own lawyer tomorrow morning. Marvolo hoped that the Malfoy patriarch could be kept out of Azkaban, he was so much more useful on the outside.

Taking a sip, Marvolo mused about the massive changes he had gone through in the last two days. Three days ago, he had still been insane and set on the way of destruction to reach his goals. Now there were so many possibilities he could act on, so many ways to lead the populace of magical Great Britain, to shape the wizarding world, and all that because of the actions of a teenage boy.

His mind wandered to the last time he had seen Harry Potter, laying on the pulverized remains of glass on the floor in the Ministry, and let out a heavy sigh.

Somehow, he had to find a way to repay the boy - apart from making no more attempts on his life. The few times he had been in the boy's mind he had gotten the impression that he didn't get along with his relatives. Perhaps he could act from that angle. Theoretically he had a claim on the boy based on the soul-link and – if he thought now about it – the blood link established at the resurrection ritual.

He shook his head. Was he really thinking about taking the Potter boy in? What a foolish thought. He had killed his parents and had tried to kill him multiple times, the boy would resent him for making his claim known. And nothing he ever heard had hinted that the relatives of his weren't doting and loving towards him.

'Only what he had seen in the boy's mind.' The thought lingered for a moment in his mind. 'And you have to keep your Horcrux safe.'

He took another sip, pushing the thoughts aside and sighed. The world had definitely been less complicated when he was insane. Then he stood, deciding to wander through the manor, to appraise if he wanted to stay here and renovate it or search for another residence.

Hermione pondered over the contents of the letter the whole drive to the Burrow. She stared at the scenery flying by without even seeing it, her mind racing in a hundred directions all at once. Parts of Harry's writing flashing behind her eyes.

Where should I start? What can I tell?

She was sure he had withheld much more than he had told, but she was equally sure that he had revealed much more between the lines than he had wanted.

How could I explain to you that my days were numbered?

Did he still feel like that? He had been withdrawn their last few days at Hogwarts, but she had contributed it to Sirius death and therefore hadn't tried to push Harry to talk, wanting to give him time to get a handle on his grief. Perhaps she should have pushed.

Voldemort had built himself a safe net to prevent his own death, my scar is - accidentally - part of it.

That part worried her the most. He hadn't said outright that there was a soul shard in his scar, but he definitely implied it. And how was he planning to sever the connection? To do so he had to free the soul piece, she guessed.

She had a suspicion what Harry meant when he told her what to do with Nagini if needed, but if that was the only way to free the soul shard in the snake…

What was Harry planning for the one in his scar? And was it really only located in his scar? Or had it connected to his own soul? Would it even possible to remove it if that was the case? She shuddered at the thought that a part of Voldemort had been in her best friend all this time. How big was that part, actually? Had it had any further side-effects than the connection she had witnessed so far? She guessed that would depend on the localization.

Worrying, she sucked on her lower lip. She definitely didn't know enough – or anything at all - about soul magic.

Had it affected Harry's soul and magic? Could that even be possible? Had it tainted Harry?

He always was rather quick to pick up more offensive and dangerous spells… and Dumbledore himself had told Harry his Parseltongue ability came from Voldemort, because he left something behind that night… he had told Harry that back in their second year.

Hermione sucked in a breath. Dumbledore had known! Or at least he was suspicious of the connection between Harry and Voldemort. He had known and hadn't informed Harry about it. She knew Professor Dumbledore had a lot of secrets, she even understood to a degree why he hadn't told Harry about the prophecy before, but this… this was something affecting Harry far more than the prophecy. It concerned him, his body, his soul and his mind!

She had high regard for their Headmaster, but even she saw that Harry was faring better when he wasn't kept in the dark. Yes, he was impulsive and reckless, but the more information he had the more his instincts pushed him in the direction with the highest success rate.

And all this secret keeping of the Headmaster's just aggravated Harry's distrust of adult figures more.

I am tired, Hermione. So tired of being me.

It sounded like he was giving up and in all the years she had known him, he never had sounded like this, not even as an eleven-year-old, knowingly walking to face off the murderer of his parents.

…I will forever remember Malfoy's face when you punched him.

A small chuckle escaped her at the memory, but then she frowned. Why was Harry mentioning Malfoy in his letter to her? They had clashed too many times and Harry never had mentioned him in one of his letters to her.

She somehow had the feeling that this small detail was a bigger clue than Harry had wanted it to be.

The car stopped suddenly and startled Hermione out of thoughts. When she looked out of the car window, she saw the familiar silhouette of the Burrow. The lights were on in the kitchen. She knew her parents couldn't see the building, as it was behind strong protection wards since Voldemort had been resurrected, but they knew that at the end of the seemingly empty driveway the building stood, nonetheless.

Hermione jumped out of the car and hurried to the door of the lit kitchen, hoping that the people behind it could help.

Bill was concerned – no, he was agitated. After he had brought in the Muggle parents of Ron's friend Hermione, he half-heartedly listened to the conversation around him.

Hermione told them about her own letter and Ron handed his over for her to read. He listened to her raising voice as she read over the letter. Registering what she didn't say – soul pieces, Horcruxes…

Bill clutched the parchment in his shaking hands, wishing Fleur was here. But they had planned for her to visit the Burrow and meet his family in one or two weeks. He missed her strong and calming presence.

He looked down at the letter again, not needing to open it to know word for word what it contained. The content had burned itself in his brain.

Dear Bill

I know we only meet last summer, but I have the feeling I've known you much longer through the stories Ron tends to tell.

I know that you have a far better understanding of dark and cursed objects and the like from your work in Egypt as a curse-breaker for Gringotts. Therefore, I will make it brief. Voldemort made Horcruxes, seven in total. You can imagine what it did with his mind and his magic.

I know this because I have a connection with him via my scar and can see into his mind, I used it a lot in the last weeks. Therefore, I know that Horcruxes are not that seldom, he had read about old Egyptian tombs were these objects had been found and how they were destroyed. He used this to build strong protections around some of his Horcruxes and for making the decision where to hide them. Not that it mattered in the end.

My scar doesn't connect me solely to Voldemort, but to all of his Horcruxes and therefore I could gather them all in my mind and send them back to him via the connection. Okay, not all of them, Nagini – his snake – is one and as the Horcrux in her merged with her own soul they can't be separated without killing her.

I will try to sever the connection between myself and him shortly. I already made a test run and it was beyond painful, but I found a method with which I can be absolutely sure that it is destroyed. I don't want a piece of him inside myself.

I tell you all this because I know that you will put the pieces together yourself when you hear the content of the letters I wrote. From someone who knows what a Horcrux is there is no hiding the truth, but I hope you understand why I have to do this. I didn't name Horcruxes in the letters to your family and only explained a little about Voldemort putting parts of his soul in objects to Ron.

They wouldn't understand why I had to act on my own. They would all think they know better, but I've lived with this my entire live, I know and understand the connection better than anyone who simply knows about it. And after everything I went through, I think I am entitled to make this decision myself.

Take care of your family.

Goodbye

Harry Potter.

Bill gulped. He knew very well the effects soul-splitting would have - insanity, dehumanization. After everything he had heard about You-Know-Who, it fitted, but the wizard he had gotten a glimpse of in the bank today hadn't looked like a snake-like madman and after what their father had told them what had occurred at the Wizengamot… it gave credibility to Harry's claim that he managed to send the soul pieces back.

But he also knew that, theoretically, a living Horcruxes was not possible. Never in his field of working had he heard that someone had even attempt it, but now…

How would a Horcrux react on a whole living soul already filling the container? Would it try to merge with it? Would it try to take it over? Taint it?

Depending on this, how could Harry destroy the Horcrux?

With everything he knew, he was certain that it could only be removed if the object containing it was destroyed beyond repair. For a living container, that only concluded death.

Nausea rose inside him at the thought that a teenager, a boy his youngest brother's age, was thinking about his own death. With everything Harry had told him in his letter, Bill was sure that if giving back Voldemort his sanity wouldn't help, Harry knew he had to die to stop the Dark Wizard.

Or had he found another method? A method which didn't include his own death? If yes, in what way would he try to destroy the soul shard in himself? Was it even possible without him dying? Or would he try to kill himself to get rid of the soul piece? Would he be that desperate?

Bill crumpled the parchment further in his fists. He didn't know Harry well enough to answer the last question. His gaze shifted to his brother and his bushy haired friend. Could they?

He took a deep breath. Why had Harry gone into details in his letter? Yes, he knew about Horcruxes, he had even destroyed one or two in his time in Egypt, but he was no expert. Was Harry counting on him to explain Horcruxes to the others?

But he couldn't. As a curse-breaker for Gringotts, he had to swear specific absolute confidentiality oaths. After you were sworn in you were allowed to learn what you needed to know to break the darkest curses and handle the darkest magic, which you all could find in old tombs. Magical knowledge the Ministry had banned, if he ever even tried to talk about some of the magic he knew about – or Merlin forbid, teach someone who wasn't sworn in – they would throw him into Azkaban.

It didn't look like Harry had explained Horcruxes to his parents in their letter or they would be more horrified, and somehow Bill had the suspicion that Harry knew he couldn't talk about the matter with anyone outside of a handful of people and goblins.

How could he help Harry, make it clear to the others how serious the situation was? He couldn't break his oath, but as it sounded, he didn't need to.

"I don't believe this nonsense about him trying to disappear. Whatever he has planned to sever this connection to Voldemort," everyone in the room flinched, "is really dangerous and I don't think that Harry plans on his survival." Hermione looked at all of them with a hard expression, but Bill had the suspicion she knew more than needed. Looking at her and his brother, he was sure Harry had explained some details about You-Know-Who's attempt on immortality.

"Now now my dear, why would you think like this? I am sure Harry – "

"You don't know Harry like we do." The brown-haired witch interrupted Mrs Weasley with a tight voice. "If he thinks something has to be done, he does it, without even considering the consequences to himself."

Ron nodded vehemently by her side.

Mr and Mrs Weasley shared a glance and sighed. "It all seems like guessing. Tomorrow morning Professor Dumbledore has called an Order meeting here at the Burrow. As your father said earlier, we will all attend and see what Professor Dumbledore thinks is best to do, after we share what we know." Mrs Weasley's tone suggested that the matter was settled for now.

But Bill couldn't miss the glance his youngest brother and his friend shared, or the one the twins didn't need to share, or the dangerous glint in his sister's eyes. Whatever Dumbledore would decide, he had the feeling these people would go against him if needed. And Bill would help them. He cleared his throat.

"I can't tell you how I know it, but the situation is really dire. I don't have enough facts on what Harry is attempting to do, but I can tell you, it doesn't look good." All eyes were on him now.

"The method You-Know-Who used to gain semi-immortality is well known by Gringotts and the way to reverse it also. It…" He shook his head. "it doesn't look good." He didn't know how to explain it any better.

"Bill, what do you know?" His father asked.

Bill shook his head. "You know I can't talk about certain things, but I think whatever Dumbledore has to say on the matter tomorrow morning, someone still should go to Harry and check on him."

"You know it is dangerous to just appear at Harry's home. Even a hint of a wizard or magic near could lead the Death Eaters to him."

"I know Mum, but…"

"If magic is the problem, we could drive there and visit him." The quiet voice of Mrs Granger rang through the kitchen and all heads snapped to her.

"We are non-magical, Muggle as you call it. We have our car here and nobody would find it suspicious if we drove there and rang the bell." Mr Ganger at her side nodded.

"That's – actually brilliant." Ron led out a breath and everyone nodded.

"Then when you have this meeting here tomorrow, we will drive directly to – " Mrs Granger looked in question at the people in the room.

"Number 4, Privet Drive, Surrey." Mr Weasley answered, and the Grangers nodded again.

"Good. We will drive there the earliest in the morning and if needed bring him back here with us."

"You shouldn't – "

"If the boy is in any danger, regardless because of himself or someone else, we will act accordingly." Mrs Granger interrupted Mrs Weasley. "If our Hermione is right, and she is right most of the time, then Harry has planned to do something dangerous perhaps even deadly. As an adult and a mother, I will not sit idly by and not interfere."

Her daughter rushed and threw her arms around her. "Thanks Mum."

Mrs Weasley got a thoughtful look in her eyes. Bill knew that she thought the world of the Headmaster, but she also loved Harry as if he was her own, she had in more than one order meeting raised her voice for him, but most of the time she still believed that Dumbledore knew best.

The matter was settled for now, and they all knew nothing else would be done this evening. But the uneasiness didn't leave Bill and the parchment burned in his hands.

AN: Thanks for reading, I hope you liked Fred and Bill. Bill's perspective was not planned, but he insisted to be put in. Let me know what you think.

On another point, I decided not to show all the letters mentioned in the story, it would slow down the pace even more and interrupt it. So only the ones which are needed for the plot will be shown in full length. But I plan to publish ALL letters in an accompanying piece afterwards.

Many thanks for a-bit-of-madness for helping to improve my grammar and spelling.

First published: 1st of April 2019 (and no it's not an April's fool joke)