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Sorry it took me a while to post chapter 5. I've moved back to Utah to start up my last year and a half of Uni. I've been having a terrible time with it, so I apologize once again for the tardiness of this chapter.

I'm going to try to shell out another chapter or 2 before Thanksgiving holiday, let's see how that pans out. I TA in the Undergraduate Psych lab, and TA for an intro to psych class which takes up most of my time, but I will try my hardest.

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This one's for Fred


Fred quickly shook the soot from his hair, and scrugified himself as he stepped out of the grate. Fred silently thanked God that his mother was nowhere in sight. At the moment he was livid and the last thing he needed was his mothers pestering him about Lottie's whereabouts. He stormed out of the Burrow nearly colliding with Hermione and his twin. As soon as the ginger-haired prankster slammed the door behind him a loud crash was heard coming from the sitting room. Hermione and George quickly glanced at one another before nodding their heads and separating.

George found his twin sitting on a tree stump looking towards the makeshift quidditch pitch. Fred glanced back at George for a second before turning back to the pitch. George sighed, he knew it would be futile to ask his brother anything. He would talk when he wanted to, so he simply stood next to his brother, and looked at his childhood home.

After the war ended Arthur Weasley had been promoted as head of a new department in the Ministry of Magic, The Department of Muggle and Wizarding Relations. This promotion had made it possible to make some structural changes to the Weasley home. For starters, the house no longer looked as though a gust of wind would knock it down, though the house still had it's charm. The home had also been expanded from within to better accommodate the growing family during gatherings. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Harry were currently living in the burrow (the latter two until their wedding day). George was sad to see the subtle changes in his childhood home though.

"She lied to us," Fred said suddenly startling George out of his musings

"What?"

Fred ran a hand through his hair in aggravation, "Lottie wasn't working on any research. She could have gone out with us, but she didn't. She lied"

George whistled, "It's not often that our little encyclopedia of spells lies to us. She must have had a good reason"

"You're defending her," Fred asked incredulously as he whipped around to look at his brother.

The ill-tempered twin stood up in disbelief and began to pace around the lawn, muttering under his breath.

"I've been feeling like a right tosser, while she's been at home, happy as a goose, eating wheetabix and reading the soding newspaper"

George scoffed, "Oh, no. You're not bitter"

Fred glared at his twin, "why are you defending her," he asked before sitting on the ground

George sat next to Fred and sighed, "She wouldn't lie to us if she didn't need to. You know that nearly every time we've gone out with her some wanker has tried to feel her up. I'm sure that's it Fred. It's nothing against us Forge"

Fred shook his head, "she still shouldn't have lied," was his irrational reply.

George shook his head in frustration, "Alright, she shouldn't have lied. You've never had a row with her. Forgive her"

"I can't," Fred said as he closed his eyes

"Why are you so set on being mad at her?"

Fred stood up, "She didn't say all those things to you, did she? Your best friend didn't yell at you and make you feel like crap for no reason at all," Fred said through clenched teeth, "that's why I'm pissed"

George didn't say anything. He understood why Fred was angry. All he could do was nod, which was enough for Fred. The two didn't say anything for a short period of time, until Bill popped his head out the door of the burrow to tell them lunch was ready. Fred nodded at George, in a way that let him know that everything was alright.

Charlotte sat between Hermione and Ginny. The last place she wanted to be was in the burrow. Bill walked into the room followed by the twins. Fred and Charlotte made brief eye contact before Fred looked away and sat at the farthest end of the table (next to Percy) pointedly ignoring her. Charlotte sighed sadly before looking down at her plate. Hermione and Ginny exchanged worried glances.

George had seen the exchange as well, and kicked his doppelganger's shin. Fred glared at his brother, before turning to his mother.

"Where's Harry?"

Molly sighed, "Kingsley flooed him earlier this morning. I can't believe they won't let him rest on his day off. The poor dear has already done so much"

Arthur shook his head, "Come now Molly, it must have been important. Kingsley wouldn't call Harry in unless it was something urgent"

Molly simply made a noncommittal noise before urging everyone to tuck in.

Lunch had been over for nearly an hour when Harry suddenly burst in through the Burrow door, looking panicked.

Ginny stood up and put her hand on Harry's shoulder, "Harry what's wrong?"

"I think she's been kidnapped," Harry cried out as he scanned the room in search of someone

"Who" everyone asked as they began to think of close friends who might be in danger

Running his hand through his already messy hair Harry sighed, "Lottie. I think someone's kidnapped Lottie"

At this moment Lottie returned from the restroom, "who has kidnapped me Harry?" she asked

The young auror spun around so quickly that he gave himself whiplash; ignoring the pain he launched himself at the petite girl. As he hugged her he kept on saying "I thought I had lost you too"

Lottie and everyone looked at Harry in confusion.

"Harry what are you saying," Lottie asked as she realized that Harry was silently crying.

Pulling away slightly Harry looked at the woman who was like his older sister, "Kingsley sent me to look for you. We tried flooing you but your floo was disconnected,"

In the background Charlotte heard a noise of agreement coming from Molly, before Harry continued.

"So, I apparated to your home only to find it empty. When I walked into the kitchen it looked as though there had been a struggle. A cereal bowl lay broken on the floor and the Daily Prophet had been ripped and was lying on the ground. I was sure that someone had kidnapped you"

"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry that I scared you like that," Lottie said as she hugged the boy-who-lived, "but why were you and Kingsley looking for me? And why would anyone have tried to kidnap me?"

Harry stepped away from Lottie with a somber look on his face, "we found out the reason of your father's death"

"My father's death?"


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