Fred and George had long ago missed running their shop, and they knew if they played along with Albus, they could have The business continued, they had a second shop in Paris now, which Lee ran for them, and they held hope one day, they may be able to go back. They had never wanted to make weapons, well there were products for defence, or run the underground, but they knew what they had to do. A lot of people they loved had been killed, and most of their living friends and even their girlfriends had left, knowing they would never be safe here. Albus had long ago even his allies were not safe, he would sacrifice anyone he had to, for the power to rule, including his own wife likely. They had heard Harry had taken Hermione, and knew Harry was using her, to try and draw her husband from the school.

Fred limped over to where there were some old items they found, in the ashes of the Burrow, the night their mother had been killed. The Burrow was supposively attacked by the last of the Death Eaters, led by Harry of course, who had been a rallying point. Both their parents were in the house, and Fred had nearly died saving his dad, and his mother was killed, he in worse shape then Moody in many ways. He at least still had both legs, but his second leg was barely moveable.

George looked at the shrunk clock "Mom and Percy gone, now Ginny kissed and Ron well on his way I wonder if there will ever be a need for new hands"

They were both surprised when Harry had spoken up "I hope so one day. I will do all I can to see they are"

They both turned around to see Harry who was standing there, and for the first time other then with Albus, he was not wearing a hood. Harry was standing in their safe house, and his face did not seem a mask, he reminded them of the young man they played quidditch with for five years.

Fred came towards him. "Our mother loved and believed in you till the very end Harry. She was making you sweater for Christmas, when she died."

Harry came over to him and pulled his brother into his arms. "I am sorry. I know her loyalty was a reason for the fire, and I should have been there."

Remembering when Harry had first come back and he had wanted to hug him, but he had held back, Fred returned the hug. He shared a look with his twin over Harry's head; they had both hoped and believed that he would be able to come back to them. They had both been the most shaken when Harry had come back, and he seemed so dead to them all, and as if his very spirit had been taken from him.

George handed Harry something. "We were not able to save much from the home, but this was meant for you, and Lucius."

Harry held the baby blanket in his hands."Our son, gone before he could even make me grow."

Little known except to his dad and Draco, even the twins hadn't known that Harry was pregnant until after the fact. Harry had never told Molly, she had guessed that he was pregnant, and had started on the blanket. Harry had lost the baby the day his husband was killed, the reason that Severus had made the comment about him never coming back, for he lost them both. Molly kept the blanket; killed a few months later, believing Harry would one day have a child and could use it. She had believed that he was innocent, as she had known her son was as well, Percy one who was also executed.

Molly had been found in the living room, tied to her chair by her own knitting, and Fred could tell she had been kissed Molly had dropped her knitting and it caught on fire, the one reason Arthur likely never got the kiss, and their son had been able to save him.

Harry looked back and forth "I need your help; I need to end this soon, before too many more people die. I knew you would want to help me with Ron"

George growled "He was the one who testified against Percy, and he claimed he saw you, when the Burrow was on fire. He has both their blood on his hands."

Ron was not important, he was not someone that Albus would try and rescue at all, especially since he had been cheating on his wife. But that did not matter, this was not simply about vengeance, but about justice as well, and Lucius was not the only one he had lost. The Weasleys had lost a lot as well, and they had once been his family before this all happened. He had not had contact with them in five years, but he still cared about them, and he wanted to open his heart again.

Fred looked around. "Our shop and my looks may have changed, but you know we are sill the same when it comes to pranks. We are at your service."

Harry put the blanket within his robes "I will rebuild the Burrow for you one day. Your mother will have the grandchildren in the home, she once wanted."

The Harry they had known and loved seemed back in a way, he had just matured, and lost his innocence. He faced a lot during his school days, suffered so much loss and betrayal, and yet he had still been able to love, until his husband had been killed. They hoped for justice for their family, and that always included Harry.

Harry turned to leave. "The children of this world will have peace, we never knew. And I hope one day soon this shop will be for the purpose I helped fund it for."

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Ron and his men were on the move, he had been working to find the lords before, but now he was hunting for Hermione. He had no idea why the woman was so important, the old man could surely find some other witch to stick his cock up, and get an heir from. Ron was not even certain the baby was not his, Albus had not let on to him about the potion, thinking if the man thought his child could convince him to look harder. Ron did not care about the brat one way or another, but if he could find the whore and get her and the baby back, he knew there would be some kind of reward for them

Ron looked up at the house, not sure he could believe that the whore was here, surely they would never come back here. There were new wards, which it was taking all of their magic to bring down, but the home had once been the order's headquarters. He had never thought Harry was smart, but this seemed just plain stupid.

His man who broke the last ward spoke. "That little fool who we captured from your brother's under ground, died screaming this"

Ron moved to enter the house."I have met only one person who could lie under that kind of torture. That useless whelp did not have the kind of guts to."

He had his men move into the house, having no idea where they would find her, but Ron was already counting the reward. He heard screams left and right though as they moved through the house, his men taken down. The two who had gone into the den came running out looking like they had been hit by a bat bogie, but the little creatures were all on fire, and the men collapsed to the ground unconscious or dead, he was not certain. The men in the kitchen he found skewered to doors, a knife throwing act gone wrong, and the men in the cellar looked like they had been attacked by wild animals.

Ron knew he could have fled, but he knew there was something here, but when he got to the next floor, everything went dark. It was not simply lights went out, the place was filled with blackness, and not even his wand could create light.

He heard people and things moving all around him and threw hexes every way. "You will not scare me, or take me down with such parlour tricks."

A door he managed to open and at first he thought he was looking into a mirror, but his family appeared all around him, even those who were dead. He had heard rumours Lucius had made an opposite to Erised, one which showed your truest nightmares, not desires He knew he was looking into it.

Ron shook his head. "You will not scare me with images of the dead and those on the run. I am no child."

Suddenly the image of George actually stepped out, not actually in the mirror. "Oh I don't need parlour tricks to deal with you. I never have."

Before he could escape he was hit by a binding spell from behind, and Fred limped around, and Ron knew he was in trouble. They both knew he had been involved in the murder of their useless mother, and they would make him pay now, for it all. He tried to fight as an elf approached him, and the pain of having himself cut from his magic was intense, for unlike the others, he had not been given a chance.

Fred stared at him. "I wish I could cremate you alive like you did our mother, castrate you like your whore did Lucius, but you're not worth it."

Ron spat in his brother's face. "You are just too scared to do it. It is the reason you and your little group will fall."

He knew his brother did not want to go through the trial, or the dementor's kiss, and was trying to be killed on the spot. Harry thought he alone knew what happened to his husband before he was execute but Ron had bragged, Albus wanting to humiliate Lucius even in death, but he had failed.

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