New chapter. I'm sorry it's been so long... I've been so busy with homework, school, eating (too much) and sleeping (not enough) But it's here now. And another random thing, the other day I had a major plot change idea, which I like, and you'll like - considering what you've been saying (and threatening) in my reviews :D

I really struggle making the story move fast, so it's gonna be a long fic, but stuff will happen, I promise :D

Pleeeease review :3 You won't believe how happy it makes me...

The lift juddered nosily down further and further, neither twin saying a word as they travelled down through the darkness. The department of mysteries was deep in the depths of the Ministry, and neither Fred or George had any idea what kind of protection would be holding it. With a final jerk, the lift stopped suddenly, looking as though they would fall into blackness if either twin stepped out.

George blinked, his eyes trying to adjust to the dark place facing him, for all her knew, it could be filled with security, and lighting a wand was almost asking to be found.

'Well?' came Fred's slightly tense voice from right by George. 'Can you see anything?'

'No,' George replied distantly, taking a small breath and stepping over what he expected was the gap between the lift and the floor. 'Still nothing. It's completely black Fred.'

With several silent mutterings of pain, and several feet trod on in the dark, Fred and George extracted themselves fully from the lift and it rattled back upwards, leaving echoes bouncing round the dark.

'Fred, are you sure there's floor here?' George asked sceptically, not really putting his faith in the fact that it was unlikely for the floor to just swallow them up.

'Not really,' Fred replied, right in George's earhole, neither moving until a few seconds later. 'What the heck... We can't spend all day here... It could be morning soon at the rate we're going. I'll go first,' And with what George suspected was a bit of a grin, Fred broke into a run along the black corridor.

'Damn. Ouch,'

'What?' George replied suddenly, making his way steadily towards Fred. He could hear his own heartbeat racing.

'Ran into a wall,' Fred moaned, giving up in the dark and lighting his wand, and to George's relief, it was just an empty corridor. George smirked a little as his twin gave him a mock glare, both jogging down the corridor, wands lit.

It was then, and only then, that it dawned on George how stupid this plan was. They had spent ages planning to get into the ministry, and there was no promising the freaky girl was going to even be there, but then again, it meant more time with his twin. The twin that literally only came back to leave again. But maybe George was being selfish. Did he really want Fred more than his entire family? Maybe he did, but Fred would kill him for that... Even half of George wanted to hit himself for having such selfish thoughts, and Fred would never forgive him if he realised his twin was desperately trying to drag out time.

'George. Uh, George?' Fred said impatiently. Both twins had stopped, reaching a black door, and George was far too deep in his thoughts to notice.

'Yeah,' he replied, staring blankly at the door in the hope that it would just magically open. 'I see...'

Fred pointed his wand at the door and muttered under his breath. For all they knew, maybe all it needed was a simple spell.

At Fred's words, the door swung open with a loud creak, showing another dark room. Fred scowled a little. What was with all the dark corridors and rooms anyway? Shrugging slightly, both men walked in, a little wary of the fact they were possibly going to be dealing with dangerous, very dangerous types of magic.

The room that surrounded the twins was lit only by the light of their wands. Plain black doors surrounded the inside walls, although the defences did not look their best; several of the doors looked as though they had been destroyed by dark magic, maybe in the Death Eaters attempt to get the prophecy.

'Wow,' said George softly. There was something about the room, that, even if dark and plain, made it as though you could almost feel the power behind the doors.

'Wanna try a door?' Fred asked, shining the little ball of light at his wand's tip at each door in turn. There was no telling what lurked behind them.

George nodded, and walked towards a door as a loud clunk told the twins the door into the room had shut.

'Alohomora.'

Fred raised his eyebrows; even the ministry had better security than that, but he was proved wrong as the door swung open, looking as though it had seen better days.

'Merlin's chest hair. That's a LOT of glass,' Fred said in awe, looking over George's shoulder. And he was right. The room was massive, magically massive. It was as high as a cathedral, and probably as large too, and every inch of it was covered in glass; some still glinting in the airy light that lit the room, and some collecting dust fast.

'Woah,' George responded, 'someone must have been angry...'

Both twins laughed a little, images of Umbridge's tantrums playing in their minds. Evidently Kingsley hadn't bothered cleared up half of the Ministry of Magic after the war. Prophecies from thousands of years still lay smashed on a stone floor in the depths of the building.

'Going in?' Fred nudged George, both entering.

'Somehow...' George started, 'I don't think she'd be in here. What she'd be doing in a room of broken glass, I don't know.'

'Ok,' Fred replied, shining his wand around one last time and backing out. 'This one?'

As the door to the broken glass room shut, a feeble blue flame flickered on the door, the remains of something that had once been an enchantment. Choosing another door at random, Fred and George made their way through. This had been easier than they had expected so far. The twins had not really planned properly, and to even their surprise, the Ministries defences were pathetic enough to not even notice that two fully grown men, one of whom was meant to be dead ,were breaking in.

This room was another Cathedral-like one. High ceilings had obviously been the thing when the Ministry was built, because it was almost as big as the glass room. The room was dimly lit, and a large stone arch stood in the middle of the room, raised on a stone platform.

'Is it me,' Fred said slowly, 'or did everything just get colder?'

George nodded, his eyes fixed on the arch. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Fred was doing the same. It was almost hypnotic.

'Sssssssh.'

'What?' George replied.

'Can you hear it?'

George listened. He didn't know what Fred was talking about; he could hear their breathing, obviously, and the echoes of every sound they made, but nothing else. Maybe his twin could hear something he couldn't, but then, Fred had always insisted his hearing was better after George lost an ear. Almost in a trance, both twins walked up to the arch. It was just an empty, stone arch, and didn't seem too special once you got closer to it as far as George was concerned, but Fred though different.

'Voices, George, I can hear them...'

George shot a glance at Fred. What was he? Luna Lovegood? One twin did not just hear voices while the other didn't. Was this some weird kind of joke? Playing along, he replied.

'What are they saying then?'

Fred moved his head closer to the arch, so close in fact, he was almost touching it.

'A storm... the storm..'

George continued to stare. Was his twin going mental?

'Storm... coming...' Fred said eventually, standing back up to study the arch in full. 'It's hard... I can't hear inside the veil too well...'

'Veil?' George questioned; there was no veil. Just an arch.

Fred strained both ears again, his face puzzled until a look of sheer horror spread across it.

'Georgie...' Fred said slowly... 'd'you get the feeling something's happening? How can I hear the voices? How can I see the veil if you can't.'

Both twins looked at the arch, neither seeing the same thing. George knew it must be serious: the tone of his twins voice and the use of 'Georgie' must have meant something was wrong and what Fred's face looked like when he heard something did not do any help...

'I think we should get out...' they said in almost unison, looking at the arch as they walked backwards, still enchanted, but fearful of its magic. Fred was striding out of the room so fast that George almost had to run to keep up. He had obviously heard something that meant they needed to get out, and fast. Without a word, Fred swept out of the door room and back along the corridor, turning round only to check George was keeping up with him. Something must have been wrong, Fred told George everything, why not this?

A wave of relief swept over George as his wand light showed that the lift had returned. Fred was waiting by it, and protectively pushed his twin in and followed. Fred never liked questions, especially Ron's, but would always, always answer George's. Somehow this time, George got the feeling Fred would not just open up and say everything he heard at the veil.

The lift clattered through the building again, George feeling no less nervous or reassured than he did when they were making the trip the other way. The girl may not have been there, he may have his twin for a lot longer, but now Fred had heard something and was keeping secrets. George could hear the sounds of the phoenix fountain in the Atrium as the lift slowed to a stop. Knowing the guards could be awake from the sleeping spells by now, the twins crept through the room and into the phone box, Fred's face unreadable in the dark. As the second box sped silently into the muggle world, George's heart sunk a little... Maybe even Fred couldn't talk to him anymore...