Weasley's Return

by No Holds

Fred and george come back as polter geits and continue to run thier shop. Others decide too follow suit, both good and bad. THIS IS OLD, AND WILL LIKELY STAY UNFINISHED. This fic isn't very good. you've been warned. This was pretty much the first writing project I ever took on, and it is BAD. I've improved a LOT since writing this.

8. Phone calls

A.N. hey. UM…. Well I'm baaaaack! Thanks to mic for reviewing Yeah… I did kill a lot of people. And I'll try to make the chapters longer. Thanks to NatureSauvage for story alerting. Made my day.116 visitors. Awesome. Umm, so how many seconds out of your day would it take to push the little review button down there and write "AWESOME" or "GOOD" or "THIS STINKS" or "AWEFUL" ? about 25 seconds. So please review. More people dying. Disclaimer: Nope, Don't own harry potter.

George sat down heavily. "Why isn't Verity at work yet?" he mumbled, and passed out.

Fred ran into the street. forgetting in the moment that he could float. He stood on the curb and swore again. Loudly shouting a single crude word to the street. Then he doubled over and puked up his guts, leaving shimmery silver-white vomit by the side of the road. A scream came from in side.

"GEORGE!" Fred Yelled, Racing inside, he prayed his brother would be alright. George sat, perfectly unharmed in the middle of the hall. Behind his head, embedded in the wall lay a dagger. A snake was engraved winding up the blade, and a small one made out of emeralds was set into the pommel.

"Went right through me" A dazed look had come into George's eyes. Fred went over to inspect the blade. With a shaking hand, he reached out and touched the snake on the pommel. The snake hissed menacingly and un coiled itself, slithering down the hilt of the blade and wrapping itself around the handle. The pommel sprung open. A note was enclosed inside.

Hello again Weasly.Read the note. Now I've killed two of your friends. How many more must die? We shall see. Now two of me reside in this world. We shall stop at nothing to regain power.

-The two that are one

p.s. how is your mother?

With a strangled cry, Fred dropped the note. He sat next to his brother. "They….IT… tried to Kill you." He felt Georges head where the dagger would have gone through. He felt a ragged wound. "Weird…" He hauled George to his feet. "Come on." He said. "We're going to go see mom. NOW"

"wha- why…." George protested.

"NOW" Fred Floated quickly to the door. George followed. Almost as an after thought, Fred darted back into the house. He waved his wand, and a closed sign appeared On the front window of the store.

-In a marble cavern, a ghostly horrid creature crept up to a desk. An old man sat at the desk. Many knew him by the name Dumbledore. In the constantly growing line behind the desk, many others knew him as simply their goal. "Poltergeist" the creature rasped.

"Okay. " the old man pointed behind him. "that way please sir." Without so much as a thank-you, the thing drifted towards a door.

The twins reached their Mother's house quickly. Fred rang the bell.

"What's this all about Fred?" George demanded.

Fred held out the note. "this." He said grimly. "this."

Just then Ms Weasly opened the door. "Boys!" she enveloped both of her sons in a hug. "George, sweetie, you're dead." She seemed rather unfazed.

"yes, mom. I am. But that isn't why we're here." George held out the note.

Ms Weasley quickly read it. "oh, boys. I think you two better come inside."

"MOLLY" came a voice from inside. "We just got a call." Mr. Weasly swallowed. Harry's dead."

Suddenly, a note drifted through the window.

Hello, Weasly family. Now I've killed three people close to you. How many must die before I rise? We shall see. Now 3 of me reside in this world.

-the 3 that are one

Mr. Weasly still looked confused. "what's this all about boys?"

"we don't know" Muttered Fred darkly. "but all tell you what I know. Quickly, Fred explained, George chiming in when he left something out.

"oh dear." Mr. Weasly shook his head. "oh dear." He looked like he'd seen um.. .a ghost. (AN: yeah, I had to do that.) "we must call the relatives." His tone had become businesslike. "no one is safe alone. All our family and friends must come to the house."

"dad?" Fred put in.

"Yes, son?"

"What about Harry and Ginny's place?"

" Oh, Grimmauld Place?" Mr. Weasly looked thoughtful. "well, it's certainly big enough."

Thus began The series of phone calls that reached every friend and family member of the Weasley's and told them to come to the space between 11 and 12 Grimmauld Place.

A.N. Well, that's that. 8 is my favorite number, so I hope chapter 8 is a good one.

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