"Where are you going on your honeymoon?" Molly asked beaming
Fred hugged Hunn close, "We won't take a honeymoon."
When Molly's face seemed to drop, Hunn interrupted, "Well, not yet. We're not going to miss Harry's birthday. It's just a bit over a week away."
George smiled, "Can't miss the adopted brother's birthday! He's becoming a man!"
Fred wiggled his eyebrows, "Doesn't mean we won't be held up at home. We'll be..."
Hunn smacked him on the back of the head, "Hush," She turned to face Molly and smiled.
Molly gave Fred a playful pat and a knowing grin, "Alright. Will you be able to help us get Hermione sorted? She's visiting for the rest of the summer."
"Of course! We wouldn't miss it!"
"Oh, thank you, dear! She'll be here in a week. Then we're going to start planning for Harry's move."
Fred and George stepped closer, "Move? What's going on?"
"Oh my, we must have forgotten to tell you. After what happened, the Order decided it's too dangerous for Harry to stay with his aunt and uncle..." she trailed off. She didn't need to explain. After Dumbledore was murdered, The Order took over Harry's protection. The Death Eaters had been getting bolder and bolder. They must have been afraid they would make a move.
"We'll be here," George told his mother.
Fred grinned, "And we want to help."
Molly looked ruffled, "I don't want you three in danger. The Order has enough members to help. They don't need you three there."
Hunn nodded, "We're going to help," Before Molly could protest, Hunn interrupted, "Don't worry, Molly. We're more than capable of handling ourselves."
Molly started to grumble but let it go. She led them inside the Burrow, "Are you sure you want to leave so soon? The party is still vivacious."
Fred kissed his mother's cheek, "Thank you, Mum, but I think we want to be to ourselves."
"Yeah, we're going to celebrate," George said, wrapping his arms around his wife.
A flush peppered Hunn's cheeks, and she groaned before giving Molly a quick hug and pulling her husband into the floo. George called out for the Den, their newly named home, and they were gone in a flash of green light.
They entered the lounge, and without warning, George scooped her up into his arms and carried her off to their room upstairs. Fred followed behind, spelling the doors and windows as he went, ensuring their home was secure while they were otherwise occupied.
When they reached the bedroom, George set her butt on the edge of the bed. Her legs spread open as he looked down at her from between her thighs. He leaned down her body and pushed her back onto the bed, where Fred was waiting, with his upper body as his lips kissed up her neck slowly.
Fred's hands cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples through her dress. She could feel the heat moving through her body as he touched her. She was practically on fire, with her blood boiling in her veins as their hands traveled over her.
George claimed her lips as Fred's hands trailed down to the hem of her dress and pulled it up until it was under her arms. George pulled away and helped his brother tug the skirt over her head until she was in nothing but her lacy panties.
Fred kissed her neck and whispered, "I have been waiting all night to have you naked and in our arms."
George kissed each of her breasts and moved until he was between her thighs. He kissed his way up her leg until he was next to her pussy so he could hook his thumbs in the lace she was using to cover herself before pulling it down her soft legs. He let out a low moan when she was naked before him, wet and dizzy with lust.
Fred kissed her neck and massaged her breasts in his large hands as George trailed a finger between her folds, teasing her with the wetness gathered there.
"She's so wet, Fred."
Fred nipped at her neck and grinned, "Really? Why are you so wet, love?"
George chuckled, "Is there something you want?"
She wove her fingers through George's fiery red hair and pushed his head down, "There is something I want, but you're too busy talking with it."
"So much sass for a little lady stuck between us," Fred teased as he pinched her nipple.
"Just what I was thinking, brother, maybe we should stop and play a game of exploding snaps?"
Her eyebrows knitted, and she sent him a death glare. "You wouldn't dare."
He grinned up at her, "But we would."
Fred twirled her hair around his finger and kissed her cheek, "That is unless you ask nicely?"
She groaned and pouted down at George, who was still grinning evilly between her thighs, "Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please, lick me, fuck me, just touch me, please," She begged them both, her tone whining.
George grinned and traded a look with his brother before lowering his head to her mound and slipping a finger within her tight hole as his tongue toyed with her clit.
"Oh, George."
Fred, not to be outdone, squeezed her tits in his hands and sucked at the sweet spot on her neck until she was dizzy with lust, even more so than before, as they teased her simultaneously. When George curled his fingers up to the soft spot inside her, she nearly lost it. She cried out, and her hips rose to meet his tongue and force the pressure on her clit.
George pulled back, "Naughty," He smiled, and with a quick movement and gasp from her, he flipped her onto her belly, so her face was hovering inches from Fred's dick. She could feel George moving the wetness from her cunt to her arse slowly, teasing her with circular movements that brought her higher.
Without being asked, she took Fred in her mouth and used her tongue to drive him to the edge before pulling back. He groaned as she worked him with her mouth. He threaded his fingers in her hair to keep her mouth on him.
Her ass wiggled in the air as George prepared her for his cock. When he was sure she was ready, he probed her ass with the head of his thick shaft and pushed forward as she had taken Fred in her mouth.
"Bloody hell, George. She's got me in her mouth, be careful," Fred warned with a little smile in his voice.
Hunn pulled back and kissed the head of his cock, "Fred, please fuck me."
He moaned at her words and nodded, his gaze hazy and wild.
George lifted her body against his chest as Fred slipped down between her legs, positioning his shaft at the entrance of her weeping pussy. He laid back under her and let George lower her body down onto his, slowly penetrating her.
When Fred was seated inside her pussy she threw her head back and held on as they thrust roughly into her body. As one left, the other entered, keeping her filled at all times and on edge as they moved within her.
"Fuck, I can't go much longer when your ass is squeezing me like that."
She was delirious with pleasure and filled to the max as they closed in on her, thrusting harder than before, working for their own orgasm as they brought her closer to her own.
"Our pretty little wife," George said, pulling her face toward his lips so he could kiss her.
Fred groaned as her pussy squeezed him, "You mean our naughty wife don't you, George?"
George reaches down and around to her clit as Fred suckles on her nipple, "She can be both, can't you, baby?
Her body was full and brimming with sensations that drove her into a state of complete satisfaction. Her words weren't working as they worked her. She groaned and screamed as they gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and held her exactly where they needed her to be.
Hunn was merely along for the ride and loved every second as they used her body for their satisfaction.
When George slapped her arse, it sent a jolt through her that ended in her clit. She screamed out her pleasure, cursing as she gripped Fred tightly in her arms, her legs shaking and her pussy grabbing him tight, sucking the cum out of his balls and into her waiting pussy and arse. They filled her as their bodies jerked the last drops from them until they had nothing left to give.
Her husbands let out a low groan as they pulled from her wet body and rolled over with her between their sweaty, tired bodies. George pulled the quilt over them and settled against her back as Fred wrapped an arm around her waist.
...
The floo lit as they sipped their morning tea, and they groaned. They knew it was coming. They just wished Molly would have given them more than a week before intruding on their peaceful honeymoon.
"Hello, dears!" Her high voice rang out through the quiet room.
Fred first hugged his mother tightly and kissed her cheek, "Hello, mum."
She smiled brightly and pulled George into her arms as he approached and squeezed him tightly, "Morning, mum."
Hunn chuckled and opened her arms, "Good morning, mum."
Molly squealed with happiness and squeezed her in a tight hug, "Oh dear, I will never get used to that."
Fred and George smiled wide, "Better get used to it. What do we owe the pleasure, Mum?" they asked, standing with their arms linked.
Molly wagged her fingers, "I knew you would forget. That's why I came over," She busied herself in the kitchen and started a fresh pot of tea, "You promised that you would be here to help settle Hermione in and help us plan for Harry's move into the Burrow."
A light bulb seemed to go off for the trio, and they flushed, "We didn't forget."
Hunn nodded, "Yeah, we will never forget. We were waiting for you," she muttered, knowing damn well they'd been in bed every free moment for the last week, taking advantage of one another.
The twins nodded and grinned at their mother, who challenged them with a raised eyebrow, "Bullocks. You've been holding up here and completely forgot that you were supposed to help us at the Burrow," She smiled softly and, with a flush, shrugged her shoulders, "I understand how it is. Your father and I still go at it like..."
"No!" George shouted
Fred plugged his ears, "La la la la la la la."
Hunn let out a loud laugh and wrapped her arms around her men, who looked traumatized beyond belief.
"Oh, you're such children sometimes. Own your own business and still don't want to hear about your mother and father..."
Hunn interrupted her mother-in-law with a laugh, "Molly, maybe we should continue this another time."
Molly looked at her boys and nodded when she realized they were both plugging their ears and edging their way out of the room, "Alright," Molly finished her tea and tugged her sons to the floo, "Meet me at the Burrow. Hermione should arrive at any moment, and we must discuss the moving situation."
"I thought you didn't want us involved with The Order?" Fred asked, following behind her.
She huffed, "I don't, but apparently, The Order needs all the help it can get with their plan to move Harry."
She shouted for the Burrow and was gone in a flash of light.
Fred pulled Hunn in with him, and George followed quickly behind them. Together, they entered the Burrow, where Ron lounged in a worn chair near the kitchen, drinking a hot cuppa. Hunn dusted herself off before ruffling Ron's hair and pulling him in for a hug, "Waiting for us, are you?"
He laughed gruffly, "As if I would wait for you three."
Fred and George mocked offense and took Ron in their arms, dangling him between their bodies, "We're offended, little brother," They said together, "Honestly hurt, Ronald."
They carried him between them as he huffed and shouted to be let down. It fell on deaf ears as Hunn watched Fred and George carry him to the garden, where she was sure the garden gnomes would be waiting to play a part in what would be a painful greeting.
The floo crackled, and the green flame flared to life as Hermione stepped through with her tiny bag and grumpy ginger cat, "Morning, Molly, Hunn."
Hunn pulled the younger witch into a tight hug with a bright smile and whispered, "I have something for you. Meet me later tonight in the garden."
Hermione nodded, looking slightly confused and wet to give Molly a tight squeeze, "Thank you for letting me stay the rest of the summer, Molly."
"Pish posh. You're welcome here anytime, dear."
Hunn sat at the counter and began nursing her cuppa, "Come sit, Hermione."
Hermione did and used her wand to pour a quick cup, "When is Harry joining us?"
Molly also sat near them and shrugged, "Well, Mad-Eye hasn't told us much, but we're moving him three evenings before his seventeenth birthday."
"Ahh, he'll make it just in time for his birthday party!" Hermione clapped, bouncing in her seat.
"Isn't that tomorrow night?" Hunn asked, sipping her tea.
"Yes, The order has cooked up a plan to make the move, and they'll be here tonight to let everyone in on it," Molly smiled, "Now I need the help of you two to keep Harry and Ron out of the house while I cook up his cake and prepare."
"Hermione and I can do that," Hunn told her, giving Hermione a little look.
Hermione laughed, "We will keep them busy, I'm sure."
"Good! Then it's settled!"
The boys entered the room again with a disgruntled Ron trailing behind his older brothers. He was covered in scratches and a few small teeth marks on his arms and cheeks.
"Ronald?" Hermione asked, shocked, "What happened to you?"
He grumbled and shot a look at Fred and George.
Fred smiled sweetly, "Oh, nothing, Hermione. Just a little fun between brothers, is all."
George nodded in agreement and hugged Hermione before wrapping an arm around Hunn's shoulders.
"Right..."
...
"Tomorrow night, we will be under the cover of darkness."
"We're going at night? Why?" Ron asked.
Mad-Eye pushed his way to him, and he growled while he was in his face, laughing, "Because boy! If we go while the sun is up, The Death Eaters are sure to kill us all."
Ron flinched and nodded.
"We go in under the cover of darkness. Harry knows to be ready. At 9:15, we will arrive and make our preparations."
Fred raised his hand, "What are the preparations?"
"I'm getting there, boy!" Mad-Eye growled, "We have brewed a batch of polyjuice potion. We'll use it to make a few extra Harry's and then take to the sky."
"The Death Eaters will have no idea which Harry is real. Their forces will be split, making it easier for us to get the real Harry to the portkey and then to the Burrow."
Kingsley said, "Everyone who is a Harry will travel with a member of The Order. We will then go our separate ways and meet at different locations where a portkey will be waiting for each of the seven Harry's. You'll be transported to the Burrow, which we have protected with the strongest spells."
Hermione stood, "There is a small problem."
"What?" Arthur asked.
"Well, Harry isn't going to let us do any of this."
Mad-Eye laughed, "He doesn't have a choice."
Hermione cocked her hip, "How are we going to get his hair?"
"We'll take them by force!"
She looked a little defeated and listened to the rest of them speak.
Felling curious, Hunn raised her hand high, "Who is going to be the Harrys?"
"I'll do it," Ron volunteered, raising his hand.
Fred and George smiled, "Us too."
Hunn laughed, "Well, if they're doing it. I want to, too."
Hermione raised her hand as well, "I will too."
Mad-Eye frowned, "We need one more," His eyes flitted around the room before landing on Mundungus, "You."
His eyes wide, he raised his hands in defense and stuttered, "Me? No. I'm no good. Not even tall enough to be Harry."
Arthur smiled and clapped a hand on Mundungus' shoulder, "Don't worry. The Polyjuice potion will take care of all of that!"
"Oh..."
The room was busy with chatter until Mad-Eye shouted, "Quiet! We aren't done yet." He paced before the room, waiting for the chatter to stop, "Hermione, you'll travel with Kingsley on the thestrals. You'll head to Kindsley's house, where the portkey will be waiting."
They nodded, making eye contact.
"Mundungus, you're with me. We'll fly north on broomsticks until we get to my home. Ronald, you're with Tonks. George, you're with Lupin, and Fred, you're with Arthur. Hunn, you'll fly with Bill."
They all nodded and went to speak with their partners for the event. The evening wound down, and eventually, they all went to their rooms within the Burrow, where they would sleep and wait for the next night.
...
Mad-Eye was pacing and stomping around as the others gathered at the entrance of the Burrow, "Hurry the hell up, you lot! We don't have all day!"
Hunn took Fred and George's hands and squeezed, "Be careful, won't you?"
"Fred, you'll be careful, won't you?" George asked, grinning.
"Careful? Of course, I'll be careful while Death Eaters are trying to kill me."
She frowned, all humor gone for the moment, "It's not funny. I don't want to get back and find one of my husbands bleeding."
George kissed her cheek, "Yes, we'll be careful."
"We will do anything for you," Fred added, pecking her lips, "Now you'll be careful too, won't you?"
She nodded, "Yes, sir. I'm looking forward to Harry's birthday cake. Nothing will keep me from it."
They laughed loud and long until Mad-Eye shouted for them all to settle, "Does everyone understand what they're doing tonight?"
A chorus of yes's filled the air.
"Do you all know where and who you're going with?"
More yeses filled the small space.
"Do we have Harry's clothes?"
Hermione held up her bag, "Got them here."
He nodded and stepped out of the house. The group followed him out and mounted their brooms. Mad-Eye looked around the darkening yard, "Ready?"
The group shouted back, "Yes," and then they were gone into the night.
The wind was mild, and the stars were lighting the sky as they flew high above the clouds. They stuck to their formation tightly, with Mad-Eye in front with Kingsley, Mundungus, Arthur, Hunn with the twins, Bill, Ron, and Hermione. Hagrid flew in the back on the thundering motorbike.
Hunn took deep breaths, her nerves creeping up as they approached Harry's Aunt and Uncle's home. The sky was growing darker as they went, and by the time Mad-Eye raised his hand to signal their descent to the ground, the world was almost pitch black.
They landed in the backyard with soft thumps and a loud crash of Hagrid and his bike. Hermione led the group to the door, and when it opened, she flung her arms around Harry's neck, holding him tight as Ron came close and clapped his shoulder.
Hagrid smiled, "All righ', 'arry? Yeh, look fit."
Before Harry could speak, Mad-Eye pushed forward, "Yeah, he's gorgeous. What say we get undercover before someone murders him."
Harry shows them inside, and everyone spills into the small sitting room.
Harry, noticing Kingsley, smiled, "I thought you were looking after the Prime Minister, Kingsley."
The tall, dark man laughs and pulls Harry into a one-armed hug, "You're more important."
Bill extends his hand in front of Harry, "Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley."
"Wasn't always this handsome," Fred teased.
"Dead ugly, really," George adds.
Bill smiles a little shyly, "True enough. Owe it all to a werewolf by the name of Greyback. Hope to repay the favor one day."
Remus laughs, "Just remember, Bill, once you're married, tell Flure you take your steaks on the raw side now."
Tonks pinches Remus on the arm, "My husband, the joker. By the way, wait until you hear the news! Remus and I are –"
"All right, all right!" Moody interrupts, "You'll all have time for a cozy catch-up later! We've got to get the hell out of here and soon!" He drops the sack of clothes Hermione had been carrying on the floor, "Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you."
"The Trace?"
"You sneeze, and the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. The point is, we have to use those means of transport the Trace can't detect: brooms, thestrals and the like. We'll go in pairs. That way, if anyone's out there waiting for us - and I reckon there will be - they won't know which Harry Potter is real." He explained quickly as a flash.
You could see the confusion on Harry's face, "The real one...?"
Moody draws his flask from his cloak with a crazy smile, "I believe you're familiar with this particular brew."
Realization dawning on him, "No! Not!"
Hermione sighs, "I told you he'd take it well."
"If you think I'm going to let people risk their lives for me."
"Never done that before, have we?" Ron teases.
Casting a sad look to the gathered group, "This is different. Taking that, becoming me, no."
Fred gives a face grimace of pain, "Well, none of us fancy it, mate."
"Yeah, imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as scrawny, specky gits forever. What would our beautiful wife think of that?"
Hunn let out a squeak, "Oh my no. No. No. No. Maybe Harry has a point. I like my husbands just as they are, kooky and mad."
"Everyone here's of age, Potter, and they've all agreed to take the risk," Arthur told him softly.
"Technically, I've been coerced," Mundungus turned to him and extended his hand, "Mundungus Fletcher, Mr. Potter. I've always been a huge admirer."
Moody growled, "Nip it, Mundungus! All right, Granger, as discussed."
Hermione grabs a tuft of Harry's hair and yanks.
He rubs the spot she yanks, "Blimey, Hermione!"
Moody holds out the un-stoppered flask, and Hermione deposits the freshly plucked hairs. The potion inside spits smoke, filling the room with a horrid stench. Moody hands the flask to George, who takes the first gulp, "For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning. It tastes like goblin piss."
Fred smells the potion and nearly gags, "Have a lot of experience with that, do you, Mad-Eye?"
Moody's eye rotates menacingly onto Fred, "Just trying to defuse the tension," Fred takes the flask from George and takes a gulp, followed by Ron, Hermione, Hunn, and the less-than-overjoyed Mundungus.
Mundungus scowled as the potion trickled past his lips, and seconds later, his features - like those of the others- began to bubble like hot wax.
Fred and George stared into each other's eyes, "Wow! We're identical!"
Hunn approached them, "Wow. How weird. I can't tell who is who."
Moody shouts to gain everyone's attention, "Not yet, you aren't. Put these on, and we'll be ready to hit the sky."
George looked down his nose at the Harry outfit, "Don't have something a bit more sporty, do you?"
"Yes, don't fancy this color at all," George tells him as he holds the sweater to his smaller chest.
Harry scowled, and Moody flicked them between the eyes, "Fancy this: You're not you, so shut it and strip," He turned to Harry, the real Harry, "You'll need to change too, Potter."
Hunn starts to strip down, not concerned with being naked because, after all, it wasn't her body. Harry follows suit more slowly and changes quickly, unlike everyone else.
Ron smirks, "I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo."
Hermione slips on Harry's glasses, "Harry, your eyesight is awful."
Looking around, Mad-Eye assesses their readiness, "Right then. We'll be pairing off. Each Potter will have a protector. As for you, Harry..."
Playing their parts, everyone responds with a 'Yes?"
Frustrated as ever, Mad-Eye growls, "The real Harry! Where the devil are you, anyway?"
"Here."
Moody's eye rotates onto the real Harry, "You'll ride with Hagrid."
Hagrid shuffles forward, "Brought yeh here sixteen years ago when you were barely bigger than a Bowtruckle. Seems only right I should be the one ter take yeh away."
Pushing toward the door, Moody stomps past the Harrys, "Yeah, it's all very touching. Let's go."
As they all start to file out, Hunn watches Harry grab his rucksack Hedwig in her cage, "Harry!"
He turns to face her, which is Harry, for now, "Yeah?"
"Let me take Hedwig. Don't want her to give you away."
He looks at the beautiful bird and nods, "You're right. Here, take care of her."
"Don't worry, I will."
Harry flicks open the cage and gives Hedwig a stern look, "You stay with Hunn," he tells her, pointing to the other Harry. He gets a hoot in return, and she takes off into the sky.
They mount their brooms, animals, and Hagrid's motorbike.
Harry looks around to see his friends and family appear as him, and his heart clenches as he drops into the sidecar next to Hagrid.
"Good luck, everyone. On the count of three. One... two..."
Hagrid kicks the motorbike to life and lurches forward.
Hedwig lands on the neck of Hunn's threstral, waiting for their take off.
"Go!" Made Eye screams
They all fly into the night sky and go their separate ways. Hunn sticks close to Bill and wills her mind to focus on flying. Hedwig sits nestled in between her arms, close to her body. They fly fast and close together, trying their best to keep together when they're interrupted by loud bangs around them. Turning, Hunn sees five or six Death Eaters trailing behind them with wands drawn.
Bill shouts over the noise, "It was an ambush. Fly. Fly fast. Don't stop for anything, not even me."
She nods and pushes her threstral to the limit as the Death Eaters throw spells at them left and right. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she flies.
Bill is still to her left and pushing his threstral just as hard. Not wanting to run, Hunn pulls her wand and turns to face the Death Eaters behind them, "Confringo!"
The attack misses, and The Death Eaters laugh before shooting more aggressive spells at her.
"It's not little Potter, but still a feisty one. I'll add you to my list!" One of them shouts.
"Fukin hell," She curses under her breath, "Bill."
"Just keep flying. If they're here, they don't know where he is."
She nods before turning to fire off another spell, "Stupefy!"
This time, the spell lands, and the Death Eater flies and falls to the ground. The others are enraged and fly faster and harder, throwing more spells.
"Stupefy!" Bill throws behind him.
He hits the woman in the chest, and she falls from her broom with a scream.
The Death Eaters are thinning in numbers the closer they get to the destination, but the few that remain are persistently casting the killing curse.
Hunn lowers her threstral as she sees the safe house in the distance, and that's when a flash of green light surrounds her, and she begins to fall.
...
A bright blue light burns in the darkness near the Burrow, and Harry, along with Ginny, rushes towards the light just as Lupin materializes, cradling an unconscious Harry clone with his clothes torn, head awash in deep blood.
Harry takes in the surreal tableau and then watches as Harry transforms into George. Ginny's hands fly to cover her face, "Oh my God! George!"
Lupin limps forward, "The house! Quickly!" Harry rushes to take ahold of George's other side, and they carry him into the house before dropping George onto the sofa,
Molly screams, "My boy! My darling boy! What've they done to you?!" she rushes forward with her arms full of rags.
Harry looks on miserably, filled with anger and guilt clashing within him, when Lupin grabs a fistful of his shirt and throws him against the wall.
"Remus! What're you doing!"
Ignoring Ginny's pleas, "What creature sat in the corner the first time that Harry Potter visited my office at Hogwarts!"
"Are you mad...?"
Remus jabs his wand into Harry's throat, "WHAT CREATURE!"
"A grindylow!"
Lupin releases Harry and turns back to the others, "We've been betrayed. Voldemort knew you were being moved tonight. I had to make sure you weren't an imposter."
"Who did this to him?"
"Snape," He nodded to George, "He'll be fine, Molly. But that's Dark Magic. The damage is done."
She nods, weeping, dabbing at George's face to clear the blood. A blue glow glimmers against the window, where Hagrid stands watching, "Someone else is back."
Hermione and Kingsley stand together, looking shaken and worn as the others rush forward. Kingsley points his wand at Lupin, "The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us?"
"'Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.'"
They lower their wands and turn on Harry, "What gave you away?"
"My spell. They knew what spell I would use..." he tells them as the yard glows with more blue light and one pair after another materializes, Fred and Arthur, Ron & Tonks.
A shaken Ron was still confused until Hermione enveloped him fiercely. He flushed ruby red to match his hair and stuttered, "Hey... well... thanks."
Tonks claps him on the back, "Deserves that. Brilliant, he was. Wouldn't be standing here without him."
"Really?" Hermione asks, surprised.
"Always the tone of surprise," Ron says, breaking away from her hug.
"Are we the last? Where's George?" The sudden silence envelops them, and all eyes turn to Lupin.
His eyes pleading, Arthur turns to Lupin, "Remus. Where's my son?" Arthur, trailed by the others, stops dead in the doorway of his home. Molly looks up, her face saying it all, and Fred comes up on his father's shoulder, eyes stinging with tears as he sees his brother covered in blood.
George stirs and opens his eyes to give his father and brother a small smile.
Fred falls to his knees before George, "How do you feel, Georgie?"
"Saint-like."
"Come again?"
George opens his eyes and smiles as he lifts a blood-crusted finger to the dark cavity in the side of his skull, "Saint-like... You see, I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?"
"With the wide world of ear-related humor at your disposal, you go for holey? Pathetic."
"Reckon, I'm still better-looking than you. Better-looking than Bill, that's for sure," He glances around, looking for his older brother, and frowns, "Where is Bill? Where's Hunn?"
Fred takes his hand and squeezes, "They aren't back yet, Georgie."
"Fuckin hell. We need to look for them. Now!"
Molly pushes down on his shoulders, "Give it time, George. Just rest for now."
George yells, "No, that's my wife out there. I need to find her."
Fred stands instead and pulls out his wand, "No, I'll go look then."
Arthur stands before him and holds out his arms, "We can't go looking for them yet, Fred. It's too risky for us to go out there now. They're watching for us."
Kingsley looks around the room, "Is Mad-Eye back?"
Lupin shook his head, "Mundungus took one look at Voldemort and disapparated. Mad-Eye reckoned You-Know-Who would expect the real Harry to be with the most skilled Auror. He knew he'd be in the most danger."
"It doesn't explain how they knew we were moving Harry tonight."
Hagrid stumbles to the group and shakes his head, "What? One of us? Tha's mad. I'd wager me life it wasn' none of you lot. An' if it was me, I'd kno', wouldn' I? Talk in me sleep on occasion, I'll admit, but there's only Fang aroun' ter hear an' mostly it's gibberish an' besides I'd cut me tongue out 'fore 'd betray 'arry e'en in me dreams," Hagrid stops, blinking miserably.
Suddenly, everyone is wearing a smile, "Wha's so funny!" Hagrid asks.
Harry opens his arms, "I trust you with my life, Hagrid. I trust everyone in this room. Understood?"
"Understood."
"'Ear, 'ear," George shouts, and Fred nods approvingly to his brother.
"Better," He says, giving his wounded brother a slight, sad grin.
The room grows quiet as everyone begins to rest. Arthur closely monitors his twin boys, hoping they'll rest before sneaking off to look for their wife. Not that he could blame them. If it were Molly, he would have been gone already.
The door to the house slams open, and in stumbles a delirious Bill and a bloody Hunn cradled in his arms, "Her threstral was hit by a killing curse."
That's all he could muster before collapsing onto the floor with Hunn held tightly in his arms.