AN: I'm proud that I got another chapter up in such a short time. I've really enjoyed writing this story so far and I can only hope that all of you are enjoying it as well.

This chapter is more-so dedicated to the twins and Harry, with a little bit of Luna thrown in there. I'm planning on introducing Hermione when I can, but for now, she's spending some quality time with her boyfriend before he goes back to Durmstrang.

Compared to my other stories, this one will have a lot less bashing. I think the only bashing in this story will be slight Ron Weasley bashing, and Dumbledore (obviously)

As the end of term drew nearer, Harry debated on telling the twins or Luna what he was going to be doing over the summer. He briefly thought of talking to Hermione and hinting something to her, but she was a little pre-occupied with Krum at the time. It wasn't that he didn't like conversing with Barty, but he felt guilty over keeping such a monumental thing from his friends. He had never kept something this important a secret for so long.

So, he was sitting at the library with his book on ancient runes open as he thought over his options. He was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed a spell surround him.

"Knut for your thoughts?" Fred and George sat beside him, grinning in their mischievous ways.

"You haven't been in the dorm much." George put his elbows on the table as he peered at Harry.

"Makes us feel like you're hiding something." Fred mimicked the action, their smirks widening as an embarrassed flush crept down Harry's neck. "Why, Georgie, it seems like he's a little sheepish!"

"I believe you're right, Freddie! Sheepish indeed." George grinned more and Harry huffed.

"I have been meaning to tell you two something," The twins shared a look, teasing smiles bursting forth as they placed a hand where their heart would be.

"Harry is this where-" Fred began, fanning himself with the other hand.

"-you tell us how madly in love- "George continued, also fanning himself.

"with us you are?" They finished together, swooning dramatically. It was silent again until all three Gryffindors broke down and started to laugh. It had been a long time since Harry had laughed like that, tears springing into his eyes.

"Merlin, you two are the best," Harry snickered, feeling less anxious about telling them now. No matter how serious the situation, those two always found a way to manage to bring cheer to everyone around them. He briefly wondered if they had their own brand of magic, then he realized they probably did.

"Are you going to tell us what's bothering you now?" George asked, lips almost forming into a playful pout.

"Or are we going to have to tickle it out of you later?" Fred had a diabolical smile and glint that made Harry quickly shake his head.

"Merlin's beard, no." Harry laughed. "I don't need to deal with that spell again." Pleased with themselves, the twins motioned for him to start explaining. "Er, well…" Harry suddenly faltered, not sure how to start off. "I take it you went ahead and placed a privacy spell?"

"Of course we did. What type of pranksters do you take us for?" Fred looked affronted, clearly teasing him. Snorting, Harry gave a small shrug. "What did you do that requires a privacy spell, though?" Grinning, the green-eyed wizard began to speak up again.

"I might've gotten a tattoo." Taken aback by the answer, Fred and George looked at each other in surprise. When did Harry even get a chance to get a tattoo while he was in the tournament? "From Voldemort." The twins froze at that and slowly turned to face Harry.

"Wicked!" They both exclaimed, rubbing their hands together slowly. Caught off guard by the excitement in their tones, Harry swallowed hard.

"You're not upset?" Harry asked suddenly, looking between the two as they shook their heads. "At all?" Again, they shook their heads and became a little more serious.

"Why would we be upset with you, mate? We've seen the way Dumbledore has been treating you this year." George spoke softly, crossing his arms as he frowned at the memories of the past school year. They had both watched as the Headmaster ignored Harry all year, not even bothering to help him with the tournament despite being too young to participate in it.

"He was supposed to be there for you, but he wasn't. Sure, he can use the excuse that he was trying to figure out who put your name in the goblet in the first place, but that doesn't excuse the fact that he's been avowing you all year." Fred hissed; eyes clouded with negative emotion. They never had a high opinion of Dumbledore to start with, but it had only dwindled down as time progressed.

"It's like he doesn't care for you at all," George mumbles sadly, all joking aside. He looks into Harry's captivating green eyes and finds himself sighing for the first time in a long while. "He expects you to obey him and never question any of his flaws." Fred nods in agreement.

"Then he expects you to not question why you have to continuously go back to those monsters," They all knew who he was referring to as he spat those words out. "-when there are plenty of wizarding families with powerful wards that would have been happy to take you in."

"I guess you can say that we-"

"-don't have a high opinion of him." They added to slightly diffuse the situation, gaining a small smile from Harry in the process. It had worked, but the younger wizard was smiling more at the idea that Fred and George were still on his side, even if he was no longer with the 'light'

"Defying Dumbledore is one thing," Harry mumbled quietly, running his hand through his hair as he bit his bottom lip in thought. "But I've completely switched sides."

"Mate," Fred began, scooting closer to their anxious friend.

"Dumbledore is the light side." George reminds him, giving him a small smile.

"The ministry rarely sent Aurors after death eaters themselves," Fred explained as George nodded.

"Most of the people who apprehended them were part of the Order. Yeah, they were technically Aurors, but they answered to Dumbledore more than they did for the ministry." Harry frowned at the information, looking at the pair with a raised eyebrow.

"How do you two know all of this?" The twins grinned at him.

"Our father." They stated. "He's not a fan of either group, but he's been having a lot of doubts about the order lately."

"Really?" Harry's eyes had widened at that tidbit of information. Arthur Weasley was one of the last people he would suspect to questioning Dumbledore. "Sorry, it's just a surprise to me is all. I always thought he was a huge advocate of Dumbledore."

"Nah, he and mum are kinda done with him." Fred sighs. "Mum hates that she can't take you away from your relatives. If it were up to her, she would have adopted you already." A lightness forms in Harry's chest at the thought of the Weasley matriarch wanting to add him into their already large family.

"She's constantly fighting Dumbledore about it, but the man won't budge about anything. They've both been getting frustrated that he keeps withholding information from them in meetings." Harry frowned.

"How long has the Order been reinstated? I know they had one at the beginning of the year-but it sounds like your parents have been in it for a while."

"I don't think it was ever disbanded," George admitted. "It was more prevalent in the first war, but that was because they were going against a lot of death eaters at the time. After your first year, they started coming around the burrow to talk. We weren't allowed to listen in until another year later, but we found ways." He shared a smirk with Fred.

"We've always been a little sneaky, I suppose," Fred smirked more. "But apparently after you faced off against Quirrel, Dumbledore came around a lot more and talked about Voldemort returning. Mum and dad didn't like the fact that Dumbledore knew he could somehow come back and they questioned him a lot. He never gave them any straight answers though."

"Interesting," Harry mumbled, filing away that information for later. It was a little suspicious that the man was keeping secrets from his own followers and leading them along. The fact that Dumbledore knew Voldemort could come back made him remember his first year. He could recall asking the Headmaster how Voldemort could do it, and the man had dodged the question.

That was something he would have to talk to Barty about, or even the dark lord himself. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good in Dumbledore knew about it and wasn't disclosing it to anyone.

"I'm still worried they'll hate me, though." Harry changes the subject back to that, looking up at the twins. "The other side has some people with questionable beliefs that I don't agree with."

"Mate, that's not on you though." Fred wrapped an arm around his friend. "That's on the purebloods who actually believe in the blood-supremacy ideals."

"Yeah. I mean, take you for example," George had wrapped an arm around him as well. "You're a half-blood, but Voldemort accepted you in without turmoil. If the leader of that side can do such a thing, then I think the others can be persuaded."

"It would be kinda hypocritical of him not to accept me," Harry mumbled, seeing the wide eyes of realization.

"See!" They both said, sitting straighter.

"I think that proves their cause-"

"-is about more than someone's blood!"

"I figured that out a while ago, it's just…." Harry faltered and bit his lips again, groaning. "I'm really worried about telling Hermione. I don't think she'll react well." He finally admitted, shoulders sagging just a bit. She was one of his best friends and didn't want to lose her over his change in sides.

"Ah." Fred was gently tapping on the runes book, thinking of what to say. "We see your point, then. She's always got her nose in a book and will find it hard to understand if it's not written as a fact," Harry winced at that but nodded. He loved Hermione, truly, but it was one of her biggest issues.

"Exactly. I feel like the textbooks and papers paint Voldemort in a light that isn't true-not for his cause at least. I think a lot of his more…fanatic followers ruined his reputation and have made it out to where he's a monster." That was another thing he would have to talk with Barty about. From what he had heard, it was him and the Lestranges that had done the unspeakable of torturing Frank and Alice Longbottom into insanity with the cruciatus curse.

A slight twinge of guilt wormed its way into Harry's heart as he thought of that. He was often seeking out Barty's company and spending evenings with him, even planning on living with him during the summer. Harry brushes the idea away for now, deciding to talk about it with Barty later.

"Back then, you were sent to Azkaban for just being a death eater. It's because the more fanatic followers got all the attention that people chose to ignore the others in there." George spoke up. "Even if our dad wasn't a fan of them as much at the time, he explained that a lot of them didn't get fair trials."

"That's kinda like Sirius. He never even got one." He briefly wondered if there was anyone else in Azkaban that was innocent, but not given a fair trial.

"The Ministry is run by fools, and that's coming from us!" Harry snorted as Fred said that, but he did nod in agreement.

"From all the things I've seen so far, competency isn't one of them." The twins were planning on commenting but stopped when Luna showed up.

"Hello, Harry. Fred, George." She was holding a book and a strange-looking rag in the other. "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," The three said, pulling up a chair for her.

"I was on my way from looking for some Gnaceesse when I thought I'd find you in here." She explained, tucking her rag into her bag. "I wanted to congratulate you," Luna said with her signature smile.

"Congratulate me? For what?" He might've one the Triwizard Cup, but for some reason, he doubted it had to do with that.

"You're happier now." She was swinging her feet off the chair, looking at him with wonder. "You've been smiling more after you finished the competition." She giggled. "I think you can be yourself more freely now."

How was it that Luna always managed to do this? It was like she knew what was going on before anyone told her.

"She's right though-"

"-you have been happier." Blinking as they said that, Harry rubbed the back of his neck slowly.

"I guess I have been. I dunno, honestly. I just feel like I don't have to worry about certain things anymore," Harry shrugged. No more Dursleys was one of them. No more fighting Voldemort was another. Then there was the fact because of the tournament, he could potentially claim his lordships and gain more knowledge about what was going on in this world. So yeah. He had been happier.

Not to mention that Barty was slowly becoming someone he could rely on and trust completely.

"I like this Harry Potter a lot," Luna spoke up again, voice dreamy. "The new look is a good one for you." Harry furrowed his brows at that, looking down at his body. Had he changed anything about his looks? From what he knew, everything was the same besides-

The snake on his forearm.

The twins were staring at her in shock too.

"How did-" Fred began, frozen in shock

"-she know?" George finished; eyes wider than Fred's.

"Luna?" Harry questioned softly, almost a little worried about her reaction. Seeming to notice, she smiled at him.

"As I said, I like this version of Harry Potter." She giggled again, sighing. "More confident and in control. I'll always be on your side." She patted where the mark was.

"Are you a seer, by chance?" Harry asked and she just shrugged.

"I've got my own ways-I think Hermione often describes it as "just Luna" Harry snorted and gave a nod. That answer was enough for him.

"Uh, did you have any luck with the Gna…ceesse, by the way? I forgot to ask." Harry inquired, to which the blonde shook her head.

"Not this time. Perhaps I'll try again tomorrow. They're terribly good at warding away people with ill-intent."

"And what were you planning-"

"-on doing with them?" Luna smiled innocently.

"I have the strangest urge to release them into the Headmaster's office." Fred and George were grinning like madmen. "Would you like to help me when I find them?"

"Hell yeah!" The twins exclaimed.

"What are you doing here so early?" Barty was still in his 'Moody' disguise and Harry shrugged.

"Thought you might need some company. I'm sure it's horrible when you have to deal with Dumbledore for so long,"

"Merlin, you have no idea." Not-Moody groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I want to hex that insufferable old coot all the damn time." Harry suddenly chuckled, thinking back to the Gnaceesse. "What?"

"What do you know of Gnaceesse?" Magic eye whirling at the question, he shook his head.

"Gnaceesse? I've never heard of such a thing." Barty admitted. "Why?"

"I think one of my friends is a seer," Harry had made himself comfy now, smirking at what Luna had said. "They're creatures that apparently ward off people with ill-intent."

"Right…" Barty still wasn't getting it and Harry chuckled.

"Luna said that she had the strangest urge to release them into Dumbledore's office." There was a breath of silence before Barty, while still in the guise of Moody, found himself doubled over with laughter.

Seer indeed.

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