A/N-Thank you everyone for the reviews and favs! And of course thank you for just reading it! I love the ship of Fred and Hermoine. Sorry I didn't update sooner. I want this to be awesome! This chapter is a little longer- Hope you enjoy.
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Fred took a deep breath in. It had been just over two weeks since he had been to the burrow. After giving his younger brother a wakeup call to the face, he thought it best to take some time to clear his head. Logically he understood Ron's questioning, Fred had always suppressed his feelings for the missing girl. But not anymore, when he did find her, he would let her know exactly how he felt.
A loud pop alerted Fred to his twin entering the flat.
"Hey, we gotta go!" George ran to the kitchen, grabbing Fred by the shoulder. Fred stumbled with his brother, making their way into the living room.
"George. George! Give me a sec man." Fred pulled his shoulder from George's grip and came to a stop. Taking a deep breath he ran a hand through his hair. "What is going on?"
George smiled. "Harry has a lead on Hermoine." The twins collided in a hug, both smiling more than they had in months.
"Well, let's go brother." Fred laughed, as they both apprartated to the burrow.
The burrow was louder than usual, but as Fred walked through the door the house silenced. Ron scooted closer to the woman beside him, Fred recognized her as Lavendar Brown from their days at Hogwarts.
"Oh Fred!" Mrs. Weasly cried, running to embrace the twin in a hug. "It's okay mom." He said, patting her on the back.
"Young man, don't you ever do that again! Not coming home or at least flooing to let me know you were ok!" She yelled still holding him tight.
"Mrs. Weasly, we really need to get this going." Harry spoke up. She held on to Fred a minute longer. "Of course dear." Once he was released he took a seat next to George.
"We have a lead on Hermoine. There was a spike in magic in a small muggle town in Alaska. There hasn't been magic in that area in years." Fred felt his breath clench in his chest. "That's great!" George clapped his hand on his twin's shoulder, reminding him to breathe again. "The only issue is it's mixed with really dark magic." The room fell silent again.
Fred rubbed his face with his hands. "What does that mean Potter?" He finally asked.
"I honestly don't know, but it doesn't matter. It's a lead and I'm taking it." The boy who lived was once again ready for battle. Fred stood up. "When do we leave?" Harry gave the faintest smile and stood up too. "Tonight." The two nodded in agreement.
"Mr. Weasly, can you make us a port key?" Harry asked. Arthur stood up, not noticing the glare coming from his wife. "Yes, yes. But will it just be the two of you?" he asked looking around the room.
"Ha! You think I'm letting this nutter go on a rescue mission without me!" George laughed wrapping his arm around Fred's neck. Ginny stood up, grabbing Harry's hand. "Of course I'm going." She smiled. Fred breathed a little easier. Of course he would have gone to the ends of the earth alone to find her, but the reinforcements of his family gave him a better chance.
Harry turned to the still sitting Ron. "Ron, it could be her." He said. "Yeah I'm in." Ron mumbled standing with the others. Harry half smiled, he understood Ron was tired of holding out hope and was ready to move on. "Oh, Ronnie please be safe." Lavender sniffled next to him. "Give me an hour and it'll be set." Arthur said and dashed from the room.
The hospital in Alaska was the smallest any of them had ever seen. The lights were dim and the staff was slim. It was easy for the group to walk right in and start wandering the halls.
"Harry do you feel that?" Fred asked coming to a standstill next to Harry.
"The air, yeah, it feels almost electric." Just as Harry opened his mouth a stream of red light flew past his head, slamming Ron into the nearest wall.
"Run! We'll help Ron." Ginny screamed towards Harry and Fred. George shouted a shield over Ginny, Ron and himself.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled knocking out the first death eater.
"Harry someone is screaming! This way!" Fred pulled his arm as they ran towards the noise.
"Oh my Gods! That laugh, I know that laugh." Harry froze as he made his way down the hall. "That's not possible, she she is supposed to be." He couldn't move, everything was telling him to move, yet he couldn't.
"Harry! Look out!" Fred tackled Harry to the ground, quickly jumping up to take on the next opponent. "Stupefy!" The death eater was done. Fred looked to Harry. "We have to go!" Harry stood up as they ran for the door.
There she was, lying on a hospital bed. Fred took her in for a brief moment. She was smiling, smiling at him just like he did her all those months ago. The moment was ripped away as Hermoine let out a dreadful scream and was gone.
It had been five months since the failed rescue at the small Alaskan hospital. Fred had seen her, he had Hermoine just steps away from him, but he failed. There she was crushed under the weight of Bellatrix, yet she was smiling at him. He knew then, they would sacrifice everything for each other. But this pain of losing her again was weighing on him.
It was getting close to the one year anniversary of the defeat of the dark one and the wizarding world was coming alive. Things were now the new normal. Diagon Alley was always full. The twins joke shop reopened to a grand crowd and the boys faked their way to happy. At least in front of people. But behind closed doors was a different story. They were strategists, always looking for the next lead.
George started dating the shop girl, Verity. She helped to keep the boys smiling when in front of the customers. George was happy for the most part, but he knew he had to help his brother, he had to help Hermoine.
Fred seemed to be drifting through the days. Every lead Harry got, Fred was on his heels. But a month after the failed rescue all leads were gone. Dark magic had seemed to leave the face of the earth. "Don't give up Fred. Something will come up. I am not giving up." Harry always tried to encourage him. So here he was, almost twelve months since Hermoine's disappearance and he was still no closer to getting to her.
Fred tossed back and forth on the uncomfortable couch that rescinded in the twins flat. He had been trying effortlessly to sleep in his own bed that afternoon, but couldn't fall asleep. Every time he managed to close his eyes that day, he saw her. Those big brown eyes staring into his soul. They were at the burrow, by the lake. She was laughing at him, while he rode his broom upside down. Then she was screaming, crying in pain at the devil pulling at her side. Fred shot up, his eyes burned with tears. He ran a hand through his hair, before looking around the room. A crumbled piece of paper on the table across from him caught his eye.
"You weren't here before." He said aloud, picking it up. Fred felt his body tense as he read the paper. His legs gave out from under him and he fell to the floor.
Fred I'm coming-H