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It was several minutes later that Fred and George stopped running; Fred clutching his side with a bad stitch. Without even thinking completely, the twins grabbed each other and spun, apparating into the first place in George's head. With a slight crunch of leaves underfoot, both me appeared in a deserted forest. The portkey wasn't much use now. Alicia had seen Fred. It was up. If they didn't think fast, the Ministry would be involved, Fred would be dead and George could possible even be in Azkaban by now. Alicia would have leapt out of the house, chasing the twins until deciding they'd apparated, and then heading straight for someone who could track them down. Ministry workers would be appearing at The Burrow and the shop in no time, and the rest of the Weasleys would be officially declared missing. Both twins prayed that they had left no trace of themselves at the houses, but burnt food littering the table of The Burrow and all their clothes missing wasn't promising. The game was up unless they thought fast.

Taking a quick glance around to ensure they quite alone, Fred flopped onto the leafy ground of the forest, gazing up at the trees as every swear he ever knew leaked from his mouth.

'She saw us. She SAW us...'

George sat down opposite his twin, noticing how ashamed of himself Fred was. True, it was a stupid mistake to take off the cloak within eyeshot, but anyone could have made the mistake. If the twins had explained to Alicia, they may have persuaded her to keep the secret, but the look of shock on her face when she saw Fred with George was the same look as someone who would go straight to the ministry.

Sitting down a little way from his twin, who was still either moaning in despair or plotting something else, George considered his options. They were going to have to keep going; but in a lot more secret. Fred's appearance would probably be linked to the break-in in the Department of Mysteries. When Fred did leave again – George shuddered a little – he'd have to come up with some story anyway. Hopefully, Kingsley, the new minister, would not be too harsh with George, but after Fred had reacted to what he had done, that was just a mere hope.

'Sorry...' Fred trailed off eventually, making George jump right out of his skin at the sound of a human voice.

George shrugged.

'Don't worry,' he smiled, 'we all mess up. I'm king of that,'

Fred smirked a little, nodding ever so slightly.

'and, anyway, we weren't exactly planning on storming through Scotland making loads of noise, trying to get people to notice us before she spotted you.'

'Yeah,' Fred replied, 'but I was thinking, what if wherever the portkey would have taken us is where freaky-girl actually is? We really need to go there...'

George shook his head. That was the second-to-last (after their homes) place they were going for a long time. 'That's what they want, anyway, stop complaining. Longer it takes, the more time with me.'

Fred nodded slightly sadly. 'Yeah. You're right. I hardly want to turn into Percy, wallowing in self-pity – look what good that did to him. Not much,' he snorted, getting up and inspecting the trees as though they were actually interesting. 'We gonna stay here?'

'Whatever,' George replied. Forests all seemed the same to him, but both him and Fred were going to have to get used to them; forests were always good hiding places.

It took several confused minutes and a lot of failed attempts to put up the tent, which, brand new in forest of gnarled, ageing trees, looked quite out of place and was a very big giveaway, but neither Fred or George couldn't say they didn't appreciate the fact that there was something warm they could spend the night in.

The tent was larger than they needed, but it was nice having space. Like all wizarding tents, it was a lot larger on the inside and was rather nice, for a tent. For some reason neither twin knew, the tent they had chosen was one with five beds, when they only needed two, but, as George had mentioned, you never knew when a spare bed would come in handy.

'All we need now,' Fred said thoughtfully, sinking into the large red sofa in the centre of the tent, 'Is some food. Some proper decent food.'

George couldn't help but laugh out loud at this demand. Neither twin could cook to save their life, and had been living off burnt toast for the past few days, and just because they were in the middle of a forest now, not the Burrow, it only made it less likely they'd manage to concoct something edible.

'Sure,' he grinned, sitting down next to Fred, 'I'll just go out and get a load of food from inside a tree or something, and you can make some pastry and turn it into a pie, as we are so skilled at doing so.'

'Well,' retorted Fred, chuckling, 'At least Ron the eating machine isn't here – he'd probably dying of lack of food or something really stupid.' It had to be said, Ron couldn't, and wouldn't go two days without a decent meal for lunch, breakfast and dinner. He couldn't cook to save his life either, but would be extremely grumpy without food, as George had learnt from Harry's tales after the battle.

'It must be weird...' George began, a more serious thought occurring.

'What?'

'Where d'you think Mum, Dad and everyone actually are? Do you think they know why they're not here?' He finished, a little guiltily.

Fred shrugged blankly.

'No clue. I mean, I had no idea of anything until I suddenly looked up and there was The Burrow. Bit annoying really... I was just about to go and talk to a group of Veela cousins that didn't make it either,' he winked, 'and next thing I know, I'm standing in some bloody field in England.' Fred yawned, getting up from the sofa and walking over to one of the beds, George following. 'Not that I'm complaining too much,' he carried on, 'yeah, it's cold, yeah I miss those girls up in heaven, but when the only part of you to talk to is that ear, It gets boring.'

George grinned, moving his hand absently to what Fred called his 'what-once-was-an-ear-hole'. That had been one weird night, being Harry, almost being killed by your own potions teacher, but at least it worked. Sort of. As though Fred had read his mind, he burst out; 'yeah. Of Course the seven Harrys worked, what with Mad-eye and your ear.'

George blinked. Fred did that a lot, almost read George's mind, and George did it too. According to Luna Lovegood, they shared some kind of 'bond' and could see the thoughts in each others' eyes. George hadn't mentioned it at the time – he'd been rather busy shutting himself in his bedroom – but to him that sounded like a load of utter rubbish. They had always done it, but this was definitely the first time since Fred coming back that it had happened, and for some reason that shook.

Both twins changed out of their day clothes in silence – not awkward silence – but peaceful, but there was the slightest trace of tenseness in the air. Fred had suggested that evening that, like Harry, Ron and Hermione, one of the twins acted as a lookout. Alicia couldn't find them on her own, but there were no promises the Ministry couldn't. They'd destroyed the portkey completely, and after a lot of discussion, decided they were too tired to lookout, and just protected the tent with several spells.

Shivering in the cold breeze that fluttered around and in the tent, George pulled the thin blanket that covered his bed up to his head and lay back, sighing sleepily. 'We need to move tomorrow,' he yawned.

'I know...' came an identical voice, 'night George.'

'Night,' and with a flick of his wand, George turned the light filling the tent out, drowning the place in darkness.