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I'm sorry it takes me so long to write... I have school and homework and all sorts of other random day to day rubbish getting in the way of my writing, but i'm not giving up. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please, please review. I like to know who's actually reading my story...

After protests and 'polite' on the point of fierce arguments that night, Cassie agreed to stay in the tent with the twins, after all, they had spare room and she – as George put it – 'would die of some kind of pneumonia or be ripped apart by wild wolves if she stayed outside.' However, it did make the tent seem a lot more crowded and smaller. Not that she took up much room, but the twins could no longer leave their stuff around the tent, and they had to attempt to cook food rather than eat lukewarm baked beans straight out of the tin. Something about having a girl around also made the tent a lot tidier and more home-like, but George appreciated that. They also figured they needed to keep moving; with Cassie they would probably be a lot easier to find, and would have more people looking for them too. And George reckoned that someone in the Ministry with an actual brain may pin the pieces together and work out the three were all travelling with each other.

'Where we gonna go today?' Cassie yawned, picking fluff off her sock as she cooked porridge – another thing both Fred and George were entirely grateful for.
'Another group of same-ish trees with random wildlife and no muggles.' George said from his bed, not even bothering to open his eyes.
Cassie rolled her eyes at the twins, extremely bossy despite the fact she was eight years younger than them. 'Yeah, because that's really gonna help us find the freaky girl. Look, you two, you can't just keep moving round, life isn't one big camping trip, you have to actually find her and... swap back. I know it's hard,' she threw a look at George, who was now getting blearily out of bed, 'but what about the rest of your family, they're effectively dead.'
George had to admit, she had a point. They hadn't exactly been looking, unless you counted the occasional peek out of the tent doors looking. But, on the other hand, George wasn't too keen. When they found the girl, he'd have to relive Fred's death. He, in fact, was the one who kept putting off the search, making excuses whenever Fred half-suggested something, but neither twin has hugely keen, the only thing spurring them on was the fact the other Weasleys were possibly trapped in limbo. But now he was getting the guilty treatment he probably deserved. And it wasn't fun. He lowered his voice as Fred stepped out the tent for a breath of air.
'You really think I want to go looking for someone who will kill my twin all over again?' he snarled, lowering his voice.
Cassie blinked.
'Well, you're being pretty selfish, see. Your family are dead right now, and it's your fault.'
'Oh, now I'm selfish, am I? You wouldn't understand anyway... you don't have a twin.' George replied, his temper rising. Had Cassie been his size and age, and not a girl, he would've hit her by now.
'Well, maybe I don't, because from what I can see, you're just moping around, trying to keep him as long as possible.'
'And can you blame me? Really?' George scowled, standing up and using his height to his advantage. He could feel his heartbeat speeding up and his ear going red with anger. But before anything else could be said, Fred walked back in, shivering due to the fact he was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
'It's cold out the- What's going on?' He asked, seeing his angry twin and Cassie's matter-of-fact look. George opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say, but she spoke first.
'I was just saying it was time you started doing what you're here for, looking for that girl...'
Fred's face fell and he sunk into a chair, looking stressed and upset.
'I guess you're right...' he looked at George, who was now sat back down in the chair opposite him. Fred looked sadly round the tent. 'I shouldn't get... too used to being alive again...'

George closed his eyes and let out a short sigh. The thought was always there, but it never really sunk in... Not in daytime anyway, but nobody had to see how he was when he lay awake each night. He was used to living with Fred again. He'd only spent one week away from him in his life, and that was the worst week he'd ever experienced. It was times like these that George was tempted to beg the freaky girl to die with Fred. In fact, he considered it every night, thinking that maybe it'd be the best for everyone.

Cassie made a small 'oh' noise, the kind someone made when they suddenly realised something for the first time. Fred looked up, but George kept his eyes shut, trying to block her out.
'Oh... oh. I've had an idea.'
'What?' Fred asked, eyes flickering between Cassie and his twin.
'I've had an idea... It's totally bonkers... never going to work,' she trailed off, talking to herself, 'but I guess it might be worth a shot... I mean, there's not much to loose... if it works, we'll gain, but if it doesn't... well... there could be trouble.'
George opened his eyes to see Fred roll his.
'Well, if you're ever going to tell us...'
'It came from the idea of how all this happened in the first place...'
Something inside of George snapped. Fred obviously hadn't got her idea, but he was sure he had. It was mental, totally mental, and Fred would probably disagree point blank to start with, but he'd be able to persuade him, somehow. He had to hand it to her though, if he was right, it was genius, complete genius though sounded terrible when he thought about it. A drop of rain fell against the canvas, and Cassie started to speak again, sounding like she was bursting to say it all at once.
'We do a swap, I polyjuice as you,' she nodded at Fred, who was gazing intently at her, 'and I pretend to be you when we find her... you hide with George and I die, you get your family back, and,' she looked at George, 'Fred can stay.'

'No. No way am I letting you die in my place. That's... that's insane.'
Fred got up, his arms folded stubbornly. 'I can't just kill you, you're twelve years old, you don't understand anything.'
Cassie, who had remained fairly calm up until now, stood up, her own arms folded as she raised her head to look at Fred's. George narrowed his eyes slightly, his head buzzing with thoughts as he tried to watch the conversation which could easily become an argument.
'One,' Cassie said firmly, 'I don't have any family left. You think I'd rather be here than with my brother and my parents? Well, you're wrong. Two, I might not understand everything, but I know for sure that this is your best hope. And three, he,' she pointed at George, 'probably likes my idea.'
Both pairs of eyes looked at George, Cassie's trying to send him silent messages, Fred's confused and slightly accusative.
'Well?' He asked, 'Do you agree with her or not?'

This was the guilty treatment Fred owed him. All of George wanted to scream yes, he could keep his twin and get rid of a girl he had barely known for five minutes, who apparently seemed willing to go through all this. But he knew if he did, it would sound terrible. Fred would despise him forever. He gazed into the corner of the tent.
'Cassie, can you go outside for a second... Fred and I need to discuss.'
Cassie leapt out of the tent, snatching up an umbrella as she went. The rain was now hammering loud enough for George not to worry about being overheard.

'Fred,' he said finally, 'this is a... great opportunity.'
'Is that what you see it as?' His twin asked, their eyes piercing each others' 'she's just any old piece of meat we can kill.'
'No...' George couldn't explain, 'Fred... I'd go to any measure to make sure you could live... that's human nature, and she's literally offering...'
Fred scowled, 'that's just selfish George,' he lowered his voice, speaking so quietly George could only just hear. 'But I agree too.'