Chapter 4 :D

Sorry for the late-ish update - I was away over the weekend.

Chapters might take a little longer to update now - this is all i've written so far and with School and the rest of the internet, I'm often distracted from writing.

Also. Disclamer: All characters belong to JK. Rowling the awesome. Except Freaky-girl. She's mine :P

Yes. My disclamer is 4 chapters late. I'm extreeeemly forgetful...

The two identical figures walked up to the house in the darkness, arms around each other. George was still shaking, tears leaking from his eyes. Reaching the house, Fred pushed the back door open and the twins slipped in. The house was dark and quiet, it's inhabitants in bed.

'C'mon,' Fred grinned, making his way to the rickety wooden stairs. His twin hesitated, wanting to keep Fred to himself a little longer, they were twins after all. But seeing his eager face, he gave up and followed, not worrying about the large amount of noise they were causing.

'Heck, Mum's gonna be a wreck,' Fred sighed as he rapped on the door.

George snorted, chuckling a little as he tapped his foot impatiently on the floor.

'Where is she?' he asked, pushing the door open. Their mother usually woke at the quietest sound...

'I'm going in,' said Fred impatiently, lighting his wand and walking into the dark room, floorboards creaking.

'George?'

'Mhm,' came a quiet reply from right behind, George had followed Fred in.

'Where's Mum and Dad?'

Both twins pointed their wands at their parents bed. The covers were crumpled, and the pillows even felt slightly warm, but Molly and Arthur were not in the room.

'This is weird, I don't like this,' Fred said uneasily, returning from his check of the bathroom. 'They don't just go out in the middle of the night...'

'Let's wake Ginny. Or Ron, or Percy,' George suggested, looking round in the darkness as though expecting them to appear.

'Okay,' Fred whispered and not bothering to keep quiet anymore, yelled through the house. 'RON? GINNY? PERCE? GET DOWN HERE...'

But the shouts only echoed emptily through the house.

Running up and down the stairs, the twins checked each bedroom in turn, only to find them in the same state as their parents'.

'What's going on?' Fred whispered, his eyes wide and face white. 'People don't just disappear...'

Realisation fell like a ton of bricks in George's stomach as he looked at his twin, not meeting his eyes.

'What?' said Fred, seeing his expression. 'George, what do you know?'

His voice was soft, yet suspicious as he looked at his twin.

'Well...,' George began, staring at his feet. 'Fred... this was an accident... but... well,'

'What?' Fred said, now more harsh, impatient even.

'To get you... I uh... had to kinda do a swap...'

Something in Fred Weasley's mind clicked.

'WHAT?' he yelled, having to restrain himself from hitting George. 'YOU SWAPPED THE ENTIRE FAMILY. FOR ME?'

George gulped, looking at the floor as new tears formed in his eyes. How could he be so stupid?

'YOU IDIOT, GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY, YOU SELFISH PIG,'

'I... I didn't mean it,' he tried to reply.

'YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING. AND YOU JUST KILLED SEVEN PEOPLE TO GET ME BACK. IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THAT,' Fred continued to yell, glaring at his twin.

'No, Fred, it's not like that, it was an accident...' George trailed off.

Fred raised an eyebrow. 'Well, I'll be in my room.' He said coldly. 'If you can manage without me...' and he walked into the twins' room, slamming the door behind him.

George dissolved into tears. It was an accident. He'd been stupid, so stupid, and now he had no family except a twin who'd locked himself in his bedroom. Shaking, he slumped against the door hugging his knees like a child. Fred was most defintly on the other side doing the same, except fuming with anger, or throwing things, but the silence except for his own stifled sobs gave him the impression Fred was doing the first.

Not even trying to communicate with Fred when he was this angry, George stayed slumped against the door as the hours snailed by. Maybe he could talk to his twin once he had calmed down. It was scary seeing Fred so angry, George couldn't help but hate it when Fred yelled at other people, but when the anger was directed at him, it was a thousand times worse. What made it harder was the fact he could see Fred's reason; he had been an idiot, and in Fred's words, a selfish pig. How on Earth had he not realised that he was going to give up his entire family for his twin?

Around six in the morning, George, half asleep, tousle haired and red eyed from crying, knocked quietly on the door.

'Fred,' he started, 'Fred, please listen to me. You were right. I'm an idiot, but it was an accident, I swear...'

He knew Fred was in there, awake and listening, but no response came. But that's what he expected; the ignoring treatment. Fred had done it to Angelina for ages after splitting up with her, refusing to listen to her apologies. This too could go on for weeks. Forever. The family wasn't coming back, and Fred was staying. What if he never forgave George?

Sick at the thought he picked himself up and made his way downstairs, the morning light now filling each room in turn. The kitchen seemed wrong so desolate. There was no Molly frying eggs, no Arthur rushing to work, no Ron to run the family clean out of food. Looking sadly around the room he pulled a mug out of the cupboard and started to make a cup of tea for Fred. He knew Fred wouldn't drink it, but Fred would be even more angry, if that was possible, knowing George hadn't even bothered to think of him anymore.

A sharp tap at the door caused George to jump, spilling milk over the worktop.

'What?' he asked opening the door a little too fast to find an angry, equally startled Fleur.

'I would like to know wheere my 'usband eez,'

Damn. Not just Fred, but now Fleur, who would obviously be followed by Harry and Hermione. How the heck d'you explain to someone that you swapped their husband for your twin. He hadn't thought of that.

'The idiot did a swap, me for the whole family,' came Fred's voice before George had a chance to make some excuse.

'Fred!' Fleur screamed, shrieking and pointing at him. 'C'est impossible, you are, you are dead.'

'Not anymore,' said Fred darkly, still glaring at George.

'But 'ow, and wheeere is William?' She replied, gaping from twin to twin.

Fred looked at Fleur and nodded at George..

'NO!' she screamed ''OW DARE YOU,' she advanced on George, 'YOU 'AVE KILLED MY 'USBAND,' and furious tears flying from her eyes, she aimed a slap right at George's face, punching every inch of him. He would have backed off, fought back even, but he deserved this. He had not only killed the family, but Fleur's husband, Harry's girlfriend and Hermione's boyfriend. But before Fleur could hurt him any further, Fred's hands gripped on George's shoulders and pulled him away from the woman's reach.

'He might be a selfish idiot,' he snarled at Fleur, 'but it was an accident, he wasn't thinking. And you DO NOT slap my twin,'

'FINE,' Fleur screeched, slamming the door and storming down the path, apparating once she reached the gate.

'Fred?' George asked tentatively, rubbing his red cheek; that woman could hit hard.

'Yeah,' Fred replied finally, pulling a book off a shelf.

'I'm sorry,' George sighed, his head hung.

' 's ok, ' Fred replied, looking sadly at his brother. 'I would have done the same if I hadn't been thinking either.'

'What, you believe me?' George replied, stunned.

'Yes,' Fred said, opening the book and sitting at the table opposite George. 'You wouldn't lie to me George, and I'd know anyway, we're twins. Remember?'

A tear fell from George's eye onto his swollen cheek. 'Thanks,' he muttered.

Fred smiled, flicking through the book. 'The whole of magical injuries, yet there's nothing in here on being slapped by a veela... Stupid really, 'cause that must really hurt.'

Dropping the book on the floor, Fred opened the cupboards in turn, before finding a small bottle which he opened and poured onto George's face to ease the stinging.

The twins sat in silence, drinking tea. George stared at Fred. In the last 24 hours he had jumped from so many emotions, from happiness to anger to confusion, and now he finally had Fred back, and Fred was speaking to him, but everything felt wrong. Feeling as though he was underwater, the twin shook his head vigorously, as though trying to wake up from a very confusing dream, but this was real. Fred was actually back, and the Weasleys were actually dead.

Breaking the long silence, Fred spoke.

'So what exactly happened? 'Cause you can't just bring people back to life without a consequence and you've proved that pretty well. So how did you, you know, swap me?'

George stirred his half-empty mug nervously. This was going to be embarrassing. Looking back, he had no clue how he had been idiotic enough to trust that girl. People don't just appear by your side and know your name for no reason. And she did seem pretty creepy. How the heck did she trick him anyway?

George explained everything that had happened heavily, straining his memory to remember the exact words of the girl, which Fred seemed very concerned to know. As he finished his story, his eyes followed Fred's quill moving across the parchment. For some reason George could not see, Fred had chosen to write this all down, and wanted everything word for word.

Placing his quill on the table and rolling up the parchment, Fred stood up, his twin still at the table.

'We need to plan George,'

'Plan?'

His mind was blank. Plan for what? A plan to avoid Fleur might be a good idea... But Fred's face was set. This was something serious.

'You know what I mean, George,' he replied, anger slipping back into his tone.

George raised a puzzled eyebrow. Sighing impatiently, Fred held up the parchment.

'To find freaky girl. And get you out of this mess,' he said, looking sternly at George. But George couldn't help noticing pity in his brown eyes as he continued. 'I can't just sit around all day not being dead, can I?'

George attempted a weak smile.

'So I have to help you plan your own death all over again?' He asked, feeling sick at the very words.

Fred looked at George, though his eyes were unfocused. He moved his head slowly up and down, showing his twin the nod he had been dreading.

'It'll be one last adventure George. One final goodbye.'