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Chapter Three

Moving Out

As Harry disappeared the whole group stared. He was gone and he had taken two people with him. How had he done it and where had he gone? How had his magic taken them through the wards?

Molly was in a state of panic. Her boys were gone. Harry had grabbed them and gone to places unknown. They could be anywhere right now! The Order members stood dumbstruck. What were they supposed to do now? Finally they snapped out of their stillness and into complete chaos, scurrying off in different directions in an effort to be productive and find the boys, who, unbeknownst to them, were just down the hall.

"Whoa, what was that?" George gasped out as they entered their room.

"I-I don't rightly know. Magic?" he said as he peered into the mirror at his ears. They appeared pointier and they were tingling.

"What are we going to do now?" asked Fred as he flopped down onto the large bed he and George had been sharing with Harry.

"We could move out. We are of age," started George as he thought of an idea.

"And what about Harry?" Fred asked incredulously.

"We take him with us, of course. If he can go invisible again it would be a piece of cake to get him out and into our new place," Fred said as if it was as plain as the nose on his face.

"Ah," agreed his twin. They started thinking of all the possible places they could live, completely forgetting about the other in the room as ideas started bouncing around their head. Everything from Muggle flats to buying something small near Diagon Alley in a mostly magical neighborhood. At last they agreed that going to their account manager at Gringotts, he would know more about what they could afford and where.

"Guys?" asked Harry and waited until they looked back up at him, "You had better get it done soon. They are going to figure out where we are sooner or later. I can drop you off outside if you want," he offered.

The twins smiled as they nodded and let Harry wrap his hand around their slender wrists and ghost them through the loopholes in the hallway, quietly past the portrait of Mrs. Black, out of the house, and down the road a ways. About three houses down from number 12, Harry and the twins ducked behind the neighbor's privacy bushes so no one would see three people appearing out of thin air.

He waved good-bye, watching them apparate away, before going back through the house and to his room. After stealing some basic necessities, of course. Closing the door to their room, Harry flopped down onto the bed. He couldn't quite believe all that had happened this week. Everything had been turned on it's head. He quietly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of two redhead pranksters.

Fred and George landed with a quiet pop at the Diagon Alley Apparition Point. Quickly moving to the side, Fred pulled his wand and spelled his hair blond and George's sandy brown. It wouldn't fool anyone who really knew them, but it should keep them from being too conspicuous.

Walking through the crowd towards Gringotts was the easy part, the lunch rush had just started with everyone running small errands, shifts at the shops changing, and everyone moving back and forth from the Leakey Cauldron.

The bank was practically a ghost town. Everyone was out to lunch, even most of the tellers. There were only three goblins amongst the 20 stalls. They approached the nearest one when they notice that their manager wasn't on duty.

"May I help you?" the goblin asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"We'd like to speak to our manager, Stonebrow, please." George replied in a similar tone. The goblin, gave a toothy smile in return. He crooked his finger at a young goblin filing papers behind him.

"Tell Stonebrow that he has clients here to see him," the teller turned back to the twins, "Wait over there." He imperiously pointed at the two hard backed chairs against the wall. They nodded shortly and settled into the seats to wait.

Minutes later, their account/business manager walked out from behind the counter. He grinned with all his teeth when he saw his poorly disguised clients. Stonebrow gestured for his clients to follow him to his office.

As they entered the office, they collapsed into the soft cushioned chairs that Stonebrow kept in his office, he ws a rare one that enjoyed more comfortable seating. Goblins were entirely too fond of straight-backed hardwood chairs.

"What can I do for you, boys? Not in any trouble I hope."

Fred leaned forward on his elbows, "We're in the market for a new place, and we were hoping that you could give us some help with that."

"Well, that should be too much trouble. What's your preference, house, flat, manor?" the goblin hopped off his chair and bustled over to this bookcase. He looked through I few titles before pulling a thick leather book off of the highest shelf.

"Just something in our price range. And it's not just us. A … friend is coming with us."

If Stone brow noticed the hesitation in George's voice he didn't say.

"This the list of all the homes that clients are currently selling. If necessary we can contact a muggleborn in a muggle real estate office for homes and flats in muggle neighborhoods. The first six pages should be well with in your price range but still nice. Tell me if you see anything you like."

The twins leaned over the book as the flipped through it. What Stonebrow said was true, everything was nice and clean. On the last page they saw it. A small two room cottage that backed up to a large stand of trees, practically a small forest. It was well out of the way and had a magically expand basement that the owner had been using for potions. There was a fenced off garden filled with common potions ingredients. All the other flowers around the home were wild.

The twins looked at each in instant agreement. "This one."

Stonebrow took the book back from them, "Nice choice. Now, it comes with two house elves as well as a home inspection for dark items and influences. It is also furnished. This is all included in the price. Is that fine?" They agreed.

"Well then. The shop is doing well enough as are the investments, that taking out the mortgage each month shouldn't put a dent in it. Unless you'd like to pay it all out right. That would be about… half your vault." Stonebrow informed him as he did the calculations.

George and Fred conferred for a minute and decided that they like the home enough that they should just buy it out right. Giving Harry a safe place to process this would be well worth it.

"Buy it," they said in unison. Stonebrow gave him a toothy grin and pushed the contract across the table to the twins, who smiled in return and signed with a flourish, one right after the other.

They finished up the deal, along with a couple of other things for the shop like sending a message to Lee about keeping an eye on things while they were indisposed.

"If that's all, we're going to go, Stonebrow. We need to tell our friend the news." Fred said as he shook his manager's hand.

George shook the goblins hand as he replied, "I will owl you the key when I receive it from the owner."

Leaving the bank, Fred and George quickly moved through the thin crowd towards the apparition point. Time to get back to their Harry.

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A couple of hours later Harry woke from his nap and was watching the road from the window as he ate the stolen, though not technically, food.

He had just finished his meal when he saw the twins walking down the road chattering with each other. He smiled at the two; they were really quite handsome . . . Bloody hot actually. Long red hair and trouble-making grins and adorable freckles that littered their noses. They were tall and lanky with long slender fingers.

Harry gasped as a pain shot through his heart. That happened a couple of times in the past week. It never hurt for long, but it was always sudden and unexpected. There was no apparent cause.

The twins were looking at the house from the street, trying to figure out how to get back in without getting caught. There was no telling how long it was going to take to find a place, so they told Harry they would find their own way back into the house. They glanced at where the window where their and Harry's room should be. They could see him staring out the window at them but not seeing them. It was like he was thinking about how they looked or something. Fred started jumping up and down, waving his arms to get Harry's attention. After a moment he came to and realized he needed to go get them before Molly saw them.

"Hey," he said as he shimmered into view in front of them.

"Hello, dearest Harry," they chimed as they looped their arms through his and let themselves be led back to the room. Once they were all back up to the room, they sat down and described the beautiful home they picked out, hoping that he would approve.

"It sounds amazing. I guess we should start packing."

"Okay, do we have everything?" stressed Harry as they put the shrunken luggage in their pockets. It was an unnecessary question. Every single thing in the room had been packed in the now small boxes and cases; they had worked all night to make sure they had everything. George had even gone into the hall and summoned all of their things that hadn't been in the room they were sharing.

Fred nodded to their little Elf's worrying. 'If only George and me were his mates,' the thought floated unbidden through his head. He was shocked at it. Where had that come from? He shook it off and continued to make himself busy.

It had been their decision for Fred and George to leave in a big dramatic display of fury at the way the little elf had been treated. If they made it seem like Harry was making them leave so that they would not do anything rash, they could get out the door with relative ease. No one could stop the twins from leaving, but they could try and stop Harry.

With those plans in mind they stormed down stairs, banging into the walls along the way. Especially when passing the portrait of Mrs. Black. The whole point was to make the biggest scene possible.

"But why Harry?" George yelled in a confused and demanding voice. He was following his little elf down the stairs with Fred and other family and Order members following to see what all the noise was about.

"Because I don't want you to get in trouble," was the desperate answer that sounded so real but was utterly fake, "I don't want you in anymore trouble with your mother. You already told me you bought the place. That you didn't want to leave me alone and that's why you haven't left yet!"

"And that's the truth Harry! We want to help it not any of their business who your mates are!" pled Fred as though he didn't understand why they were being told to leave.

"I don't need protecting. If you stay then you'll do something rash and regret it for the rest of your life. I'm not going to let you do that; you shouldn't fight with your family," Harry answered the twins with tears in his eyes.

"Harry, what is going on here?" shrieked Molly as she saw the trunks of stuff that were floating in behind Fred and George.

"We're leaving, Mum," said Fred with ice and steel in his voice. It had a resigned air to it. It summed up his dislike for what was happening, the anger that he had for his mother at the current time, and the pain, confusion he felt as to why he was going to go and move out anyway.

"What!" she screamed as she tried to spell the trunks back down.

"We bought a place a few months back. When we found out that Harry was an elf and you wouldn't stop hounding him about the mate thing we never told you and moved out. Now, Harry's told us to," George explained to his seething mum. Now her anger was directed at Harry.

"And why are you telling them to leave? It is not your right!" she hissed low and deadly to the elf who was standing unafraid in the face of a woman. It is said that 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,' when in all truth it should have said: 'Hell hath no fury like a Mother deprived of her child,'

"Trust me, Molly, I don't want them to go. They have been the only ones who truly cared whether or not it was my choice to tell you what you want to know or not, but if they stay then they'll do something rash and regret it for the rest of their lives. I will not have this on my shoulders!"

The tears streaming down his face were real. But they weren't from what everyone else thought they were, he was crying because it had come down to lying to the one person closest to a mother he had.

As the entire house watched, the twins picked up the trunks and walked outside with a resigned air to the movement. They walked out onto the pavement and popped away to where ever they were going.

It was no surprise to him when Molly turned and glared at him with fire in her eyes. She was about to give him a good tongue lashing when she noticed that Harry was holding a trunk handle in one hand, his wand in the other. It dawned on her what was happening. Before anyone could stop him he vanished into what seemed like thin air.

He was still there just not visible, even to Mad Eye, as all hell broke lose. Molly broke down crying and Order members rushed about trying to find the missing elf.

"What happened?" asked a dumb-founded Bill with Fleur by his side.

"They left. It seems as though Harry and the twins have gone away to hide form us. They made it look as though it was just the twins and then Harry followed them," stated Dumbledore in a creepily clam tone, the twinkle gone from his eyes. Everyone had different feelings on this development.

Molly was downright pissed. Arthur was happy for his sons and Harry; he did not know if the twins were his mates but he had his thoughts.

Harry had listened to all of the arguing and the chaos before he walked outside and met the twins down the road. They smiled and asked him how it all had gone and took him to their new home.

A/N: I hope you like all the changes I made. And if you're just reading this chapter for the first time, I hope you liked it. The plot is changing major in this chapter and the next, so what you read in the following chapters may or may not make sense until I get them all edited and changed.