A month after Harry's escape
Hunn smiled at Fred, "Gooood..."
"...morning..." he continued smiling.
"...dunderheads!" George added on the end
They greeted their listeners differently every morning, doing their best to keep it light and lift spirits with humor, especially when they had hard news to deliver.
"Grogory, you nitwit. You can't call them dunderheads!" Fred chided George for using the code name they created.
George smiled, "Why not Frodrick?"
"Oven Bunny, why don't you explain."
Hunn shrugged, "You shouldn't call others names. Not unless they deserve it."
"Do they deserve it?"
"Maybe. Everyone is a dunderhead sometimes."
Fred laughed then, "Well, good morning to everyone. The dunderheads and all."
"Unfortunately, we are here with bad news today."
"We have received no news from our hero on the run, and Death Eaters continue to attack while You-know-who works from inside the ministry."
"All students of pure-blood and verified half-blood status will be required by law to return to school, or their parents will face imprisonment while students are still forced back."
George growled angrily, "That's all a load of shite. Verified blood status? How the hell do they plan to do that?"
Hunn sighed and took his hand, "Our source tells us half-bloods and muggle-borns must prove they have at least one close magical family member. If they aren't able to do so, their wands will be snapped, and they will be imprisoned for impersonating a witch or wizard."
"If you feel unsafe, you need to hide. Go to a trusted family member or friend if you have no one you need to run, hide where they'll never find you," Fred added, "If you are taken into the ministry, you'll be put on trial and set to fail. If that happens, do not fight.
He paused for a moment, "I repeat. Do not fight. They will kill you if you do."
"Harry Potter is our only hope. I don't know if he's listening, but I hope he is. Hurry, Harry, I don't know how much longer we can take."
"That's all for now. Be safe and listen in next week for more updates."
They went quiet and turned their radio equipment off. The reality of the situation seemed to set in as the silence settled. There was nothing they could do but wait.
Hunn sighed, feeling hopelessly lost, "I hope they're okay..."
Fred pulled her chair to his and hugged her tightly, "We don't need to worry about them. We need to worry about us."
"You're right. We need to stay safe so we can keep them safe."
George gave her a sweet smile, "Fred and I finished painting the baby's room."
Hunn could feel herself lighten up. "You did?"
They nodded, "Yeah, we did!"
"We can show you when we head home."
Fred rubbed her swollen belly, "I still can't believe you're pregnant."
"Six months, almost seven months pregnant at that," George added, grinning, "You're so perfect."
Heat filled her, and her pussy grew wet as her husbands let their hands wander her body. A hand traveled between her thighs, and another slipped under her top and palmed her swollen breasts as their lips pressed against her skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses where they went.
"Stop, you don't have to do this..." Hunn whispered, trying to pull her dress back down. She felt embarrassed having them touch her this way. Her body was so much bigger than it was during her first pregnancy. Her stomach was so big, covered in stretch marks that were jagged and ugly red, standing out against her pale skin.
She was nearly thirteen kilos(thirty pounds) heavier than she was. Her feet and ankles were in a permanent state of sore and swollen agony. Her face was round, and she seemed to waddle when she walked, no matter what she did.
Hunn tried to push herself away from them to put distance between them, but Fred pushed her legs open wide as he sank to the floor, and George said, "What do we not need to do?"
"This. I know I've gotten bigger. I'm not the same shape I was before," She rambled nervously, trying to cover her body the best she could as she squirmed.
Understanding flashed in George's eyes as he cupped her face in his large, rough hands and forced her to look at him, "We want you. Your belly is filled with our baby..."
Fred licked her wet pussy. His tongue moved in firm strokes against her clit as his finger teased her opening, "There's nothing sexier than you being pregnant," He dove back in and devoured her pussy as George yanked down her top and kissed her sensitive nipples, suckling on them as she squirmed under their touches.
Fred slipped two fingers inside her tight warmth, driving her higher toward her climax.
"Fred, it's too much..." she begged as she gripped his hair with one hand and dug her nails into George's neck as he bit lightly at her breast.
George grinned against her tits, "Never too much..."
"...You're so sensitive... You keep getting wetter..." Fred whispered, stroking her sensitive skin.
They pulled her dress over her head when she began to move her hips against Fred's tongue, and when George tweaked her nipple firmly, she came undone and screamed. With her heart racing a million miles an hour, she slumped against her chair, tears burning her eyes, "Thank you."
Fred and George worked to shift her onto his lap, "We're not done yet, momma," They held her up and kissed the sensitive bit between her neck and shoulder. Fred rubbed her clit as he worked his cock into her dripping cunt, and George moved her wetness to her back hole, working her with his fingers.
Her men were driving her up the hill again, "Please. I need it. George, I need your cock inside me, too."
They slowed, "You want both of us?"
"Are you sure you can, little witch?"
Hunn nodded, her head filled with lust and want. She was needy, "Just be gentle."
That was all they needed to hear. George slipped into her ass, working her slowly while cupping her breasts which had grown larger and more sensitive over the last few weeks.
"Fuck baby," his head fell against her neck as her ass gripped him like a vice, "You're squeezing me so good."
Fred fucked up into her body, moaning as she held onto him like he was her tie to the world. Each thrust was slow but hard, sending jolts of pleasure through her body as he hit her cervix and sent shock waves to her clit.
"Fuck me faster, please. I need you so bad."
"As you wish, sweetcakes," Fred and George thrust into her body in tandem, so she was always filled and always feeling their identical cocks within her.
She mewled and begged while squeezing her cunt and asshole around them, "You're gonna make me come..."
"Yesss. Come inside me," She begged on the verge of her second climax, dizzy with pleasure and hazy with love as they touched her anywhere they could reach. Stroking her softly as they fucked her hard and fast.
George whispered in her ear, grinning, "Naughty girl, don't you see where that got you last time?" his hand ran over her belly.
Her brain was foggy with pleasure, and her body was a livewire, "I know, I just can't help it. It feels so good when you fill me up."
"Your wish is our command, but you're coming with us."
Hunn shook her head and dug her nails into Fred's arms to keep herself steady as they both moved harder and quicker to build her to another orgasm. George moved his hands from her breasts to the soft, wet nub between her thighs and rubbed in quick circles just how he knew she liked. Fred latched onto her nipple and used his tongue to lap around her sensitive bud.
"You're going to make me come again," She panted out of breath as he vision went hazy.
"That's exactly the point, wife," George whispered in her ear before pinching her clit. The slight movement sent her flying over the edge.
"Fred, George!" Her screams echoed, and their hips jerked as they came within her before going limp. They pulled out of her body and held her in their arms as come ran down her legs.
...
Five weeks after Harry's escape, two days before the start of Ginny's sixth year
"You can't keep me home, Mum. They'll send you and Dad to Azkaban," Ginny explained, staring at Molly from where she sat. Her arms crossed and her face set sternly.
Molly was losing it. She was balling and making every argument possible to keep Ginny home, "You don't know what'll happen if you go back, Gin."
"It'll be worse if I don't go back."
Before Molly could interject, Hunn stepped forward, her hand on her belly, "We'll prepare her, Molly."
"Wha..."
"We'll teach her everything she needs to keep safe," George explained, taking his Mum in his arms and giving her a good squeeze, "She won't be going back defenseless."
Fred stepped up and hugged his Mum, and George and Hunn took Ginny through the floo and to their home. They stepped out into the living room and sighed. With everything going on, Molly had every right to be worried and stressed, but there was no way that Ginny could stay home. They would be looking for her.
"Thank you for calming her down," Ginny said exasperatedly as she plopped down into a chair and let her head drop into her hands.
Hunn flicked her wand, and water began to boil for their tea, "We have thought of a bunch to keep you safe."
Her head rose and brows too, "Like what?"
George pulled out a slightly larger coin than a Galleon and tossed it to his sister, "Do you still have yours?"
"Yeah, I think so, why?"
George sat next to Ginny on the arm of her chair and crossed his legs, "We're too old to go with you, so these will be how you'll get our attention."
Fred popped out from the fireplace, "Mum is okay..."
"Good. We're explaining the plan to Ginny," Hunn explained, handing her husband a cup of tea.
"The Galleon? Right?"
Fred nodded and pulled his from his front pocket, "You remember how these work?"
Ginny nodded, "Harry set the meeting date, and they got hot."
"Right. That's how they worked before we made some changes..." Fred told her, holding his up so she could see his.
"...Hunn enchanted new coins. Everyone can use them to communicate now and ask for help."
Hunn took a coin and whispered softly to it as she leaned back and, with a bit of help from Fred, managed to sit on the sofa.
"Hey!" Ginny looked down at her coin and quickly saw a message across the edge, "Hello, how are you? It was sent from Hunn at home."
Just as soon as the words appeared, they were gone. The message gave the person's name and location, but the message didn't stay long once they were viewed. A precaution to keep any prying eyes from seeing their messages in case they ever fell into the wrong hands.
"How did you do that?"
Hunn shrugged, "Don't worry. The coins can also be used by squeezing them. A five-second hard squeeze means I need help and will make the coin hot."
"You look at it, and it'll tell you who needs help and where they are," George explained, showing Ginny the basket of new coins.
"Unfortunately, I doubt everyone will still have their coins, so we made new ones you'll have to pass out."
Ginny nodded, "You'll have one too?"
"Everyone in the order will have one, and some trusted Professors."
George squeezed his sister's hand, saying, "We can't pop in for everything, but when the time comes, we'll be there."
"How will you get in?"
"The room of requirements," Hunn added, smiling.
Fred smiled reassuringly, "Someone will have to open it up. Think about a safe place where family and the Order can reach you."
"Won't it close when we leave?"
They nodded. They had thought of this because the room was only ever really there when someone was inside it. They knew that someone would always have to be inside the room. It would also keep their safe place from being out of Order if someone else decided they wanted to use the room for something else.
"Someone will always have to be inside."
Ginny nodded, her brain already working hard, "I'll think of a schedule."
"You're on your own when you're there, but you'll come home on every break..."
"...If someone can't go home, bring them home with you. We don't care how many students there are; we have space here, and Mum and Dad will take in whoever they can. We'll take care of them, all of them."
Ginny looked at them, really looked at her brothers and Hunn. They had grown so much. She shook her head and stood, "I'll finish packing. Will you see me off?"
Hunn smiled, "Of course we will."
...
Six weeks after Harry's escape, the first day of Ginny's sixth year
The train was loud, and families cried as they sent their children off. They stood huddled together, and unlike in previous years when students would rush onto the train to find their friends, they stood with their families and hugged them goodbye, putting off the train as long as possible.
Everyone was nervous, Ginny included.
Molly embraced her daughter tightly and kissed her cheek, "Be safe and write daily."
Fred and Geroge stood guard as they had their moment. Their wands were drawn, and their eyes darted around the platform nervously.
Ginny nodded, squeezing her mother tightly, saying, "I will, Mum. I love you."
Hunn hugged Ginny as Molly watched, sobbing into Arthur's shoulder, "Be safe, Ginny. Remember, if you need anything..."
Ginny nodded and patted Hunn's belly, smiling, "Be safe as well. I want to meet my nephew in a few months."
Hunn nodded as Fred and George pulled Ginny into a tight embrace, whispering, "Keep your coin on you at all times,"
"Never let it go, and let us know you're safe. Use the spell we taught you when writing letters. They can't detect it."
She nodded and took her trunk before giving her Dad a hug and kiss. She waved goodbye, tears gathering in her eyes as she boarded with Ron's little owl, and that's when she knew this year would be hell.
She was cornered as soon as she stepped on by three Slytherins she had never seen before. A tall, fat boy with greasy brown hair who glared at her, and two short, thin girls who held no expression other than contempt.
"We need to check your bag," The tall one sneered.
"What? No!"
They smiled and yanked away her bag before popping it open anyway. They rummaged around briefly, tossing everything inside, "Nothing interesting here."
"You can go."
Amazed at their gall, Ginny took her trunk and did her best to pack it away. She found Neville and Luna sharing a compartment and hurried inside.
"They got you too?" Luna asked sadly, clutching her torn quibbler to her chest.
"Yeah, stupid gnats threw everything around. Even my knickers."
Neville stuttered and blushed, looking away.
A loud knock on their window made them jump. Ginny saw Fred tapping on the window, "What?"
Fred grinned, "You forgot these," he said, holding a crumpled paper sack up to her.
"Good thing, too. They searched my trunk."
The train lurched, and she grabbed the bag through the crack in the window before it could pull away.
"Be safe, you lot," Fred called out as it started to move.
Ginny waved at her family as the train pulled away. Her heart sank as they grew smaller in the distance.
The Great Hall, One train ride later
"All mail must be approved before being owled. All students must be in bed after supper."
"BulIocks," Seamus whispered as he read the list of rules handed out.
"All classes are mandatory, no excuses. Finally, all activities this year have been canceled."
A cry of outrage rang clear from all the students. Whispers broke out and were quickly shut down by their new Headmaster.
"Quiet," Snape stepped forward and glared, "There are new rules and punishments this year. It will do you all good to follow the rules set for you."
A raggedy man stepped forth with a woman and cleared his throat. With a roll of his eyes, Snape motioned for the pair to step forward.
"Hello all. I am Amycus Carrow, and this is my sister Alecto Carrow. She will be your new Muggles Studies Professor, and I will be your Dark Arts Professor. As your Professors, we will also be in charge of punishments this year."
The Hall was silent as the students listened and waited to hear what they had to say. There was something wicked about them. From how they stood to how they moved, anyone could tell they were waiting for trouble.
"We're glad you all seem to understand." With wicked smiles, they walk away to take their seats, not explaining their plan for punishment.
"Prefects lead your table to your common room. Schedules will be handed out over breakfast. Do not linger."
...
Seventy-nine days until the holiday
Screams of pain rang out through the Great Hall. A first-year Ravenclaw was screaming as a Carrow laughed. Students cringed each time she whimpered and cried, doing their best not to pay attention to the scene. If they were caught, they might be punished too.
The Cruciatus Curse is their punishment of choice, "Now, will you tell us why you were out after dinner?"
The Ravenclaw girl was sobbing now, "I was meeting a friend."
They didn't like this answer. They never did. The Carrows had been hounding anyone they thought was a part of Dumbledore's army or a part of anything they thought was suspicious.
Ginny had kept the name and used the coins as much as possible, but they were catching on...
...
Forty-eight days until the holiday
Nowhere was safe. Not the common rooms, not the classrooms, not the village, not even the dorms.
Ginny and every other student were counting down to the holiday.
Neville was doing his best, but the Carrows were after him.
...
Forty days until the holiday
The room of requirements is their only free space. It was the only place they could relax and the only place they could sleep without fear of being attacked.
Every house had banded together except the snakes. With limited coins to around they came up with a system of groups that would alert each other to messages and such.
They used the room every chance they got, every night, every moment of the day. First-years to seventh-years hid there during their off hours.
The Carrows hadn't found it yet and would do everything they could to keep it that way.
...
Thirty days until the holiday
They aren't sending letters home anymore. They couldn't because it wasn't allowed.
The Carrows think that the students are planning an escape. So, all communication and travel outside Hogwarts was stopped—no more trips to the village, no more letters, nothing.
There's no escape plan.
They were all just trying to survive.
"Hurry, Harry," Ginny begged silently as a first-year Hufflepuff ran into her arms crying.
"The Carrows followed me."
"Don't worry, they cannot get us here," Ginny reassured the girl, but her nerves flared to life.
...
Fifteen days until the holiday
"Ms. Wesley, please tell three reasons why muggles are animals," Carrow demanded, her eyes narrowed as she waited for an answer.
The Slytherins snickered, knowing they were about to get a show.
Ginny stood. She knew she should tell her what she wanted to hear, but she couldn't bring herself to lie, "They're not. The only animal I know of is you."
"Rotten little blood traitor."
Ginny stood her ground as the Carrow approached with her wand raised, "Crucio!"
The pain was always excruciating, but she wouldn't let them win. She wouldn't scream or struggle like she wanted to because that's what her Professor wanted.
It seemed to last forever. The curse ran through her veins and set her blood on fire. Ginny tried to fight it, but when the Carrow realized, she cut the spell and beat her in front of the class.
Kicks and punches rained down on her body like hail. Bruising and cutting open her body as she tried to keep herself silent, the Carrow knew what she was trying to do and pulled out a knife.
The blade pressed into her skin...
That was when she screamed.
...
Five days until holiday
"Keep your heads down," Neville instructed everyone, "Just a few more days until the holiday. We can make it."
Ginny stood with him and smiled, her face throbbing under the bandage from where the Carrow cut her, "Let us know if you don't have anywhere to go. Some families like mine are taking those who need a place to stay over holiday."
They nodded in thanks and headed in small groups to their classes.
"Ginny, I won't be going home this break," Neville told her, "I'll keep the room safe until you all get back."
The tension left her body, and she nearly cried with relief. She had planned to stay behind to keep the room open for them, knowing it was the only way to keep it for them when they all got back.
"Thank you, Neville," she whispered.
...
Start of the holiday, and six days until Christmas
Ginny said goodbye to everyone who was staying and boarded the train. Fourteen students were coming home with her for the holiday, and only Neville and Seamus, with a few stray Hufflepuffs, were toughing it out to keep their hiding place safe.
She felt relieved when she stepped off the train with her fellow students. Seeing the platform was like coming home again after four months of being locked inside the castle like prisoners.
Fred and George stood with Hunn, who seemed ready to pop her belly, which was so large and round.
"There's fourteen that came to stay with us," Ginny told them, smiling.
Hunn laughed, "We're glad to have you all. Ginny, Mum, and Dad are at home cooking, so we'll take you lot home."
"Everyone ready?" George looked around at the random assortment of students from all houses.
The group nodded and murmured yes, looking nervous and lost.
"Off we go then."
In forty minutes, the Borrow was full to bursting, and everyone was laughing and feeling safe for the first time since school started. The fire was burning hot, and tea and coco were passed around in hot mugs to everyone who wanted them.
Molly took on the motherly role, always doting on all the lost children with nowhere to go. She hugged them and wrapped them in warm blankets, always ensuring they knew they were welcomed and loved in her home.
It was close to midnight, and half the students were tucked away in bed when a tired and frustrated Ron burst in. He was soaking wet and covered in dirt, looking thin and tired.
"Ronald!" Molly called out as she rushed to his side, "Any luck today?"
"What are you doing here?" Ginny screamed, "How long have you been home?"
"For about nine weeks now," he admitted, ashamed of himself.
"Why did you leave them?" Ginny asked, shocked.
"Got in a fight. I couldn't stay."
Molly bustled around, served him tea, and warmed up dinner before setting a plate for him.
"Why were you fighting?"
Ron shrugged, "I was keeping watch and wearing the Horcrux for safekeeping. I just got so angry. They were keeping secrets and getting so close. It felt like they were pushing me away."
Ginny snapped and slapped her brother, "You dunderhead."
"They didn't need me," he argued, his voice getting louder and higher.
Hunn frowned, "Of course they needed you."
"You need to go back," Ginny told him as she stepped away from her brother.
Ron groaned, "I search for them every day."
Ginny was pissed so much so that she ignored her brother completely.
Later that night, Hunn took several students home with her and the twins to take some pressure off Molly, even though she reassured Hunn that she loved having an entire house again.
Even though both houses were full to the brim, none complained because the students were safe and happy.
...
Three days until Christmas
Ron still searches every night for Harry and Hermione. He doesn't find them, and each night he comes home feeling a bit more defeated and a bit more like the arsehole he is.
Ginny is still mad but makes the best of her holiday and spends all her time relaxing with Molly and Hunn.
Hunn is still pregnant, and she is upset.
...
Christmas Eve
Everyone eats, and Molly knits nonstop. She's determined to ensure all the students staying with them have at least one present to open on Christmas. She hasn't learned all their names yet, but that doesn't stop her from knitting mittens, scarves, hats, and jumpers for each of them.
Ron doesn't find them, and returns defeated.
Hunn is still pregnant. She's still not happy about it. Fred and George rub her feet and kiss her, but she's grouchy.
...
Christmas day
All the students spend the day together, and everyone opens something knitted by Molly, feeling thankful for everything she's done for them. The day is like any other, filled with excitement and joy. Laughter and happiness until the house is filled with screams of pain.
Hunn doubles over with her arms wrapped around her massive belly. There is a puddle around her feet, and she whimpers as the contraction passes.
Fred and George are at her side instantly, "What's wrong?"
Twenty sets of eyes are on her, watching and waiting, "The baby is coming."
Molly springs into action, "Ginny, watch the children with your father," She points to her twin boys, "You two help me get her to your home. Now. There are too many children here."
They carry Hunn into the floo and rush to their home without a word.
They bring her to the bath with the enormous tub and run warm water as Molly comes in carrying an armload of towels, "Remember what we talked about, boys. This could take hours, so stay calm."
They nodded, looking nervous as Hunn yells through another contraction, clutching her arms around her middle with her face scrunched up in pain.
"How are you feeling dear?"
"This hurts Molly. Hurts so badly."
"I know, love, but your baby is on the way. You can do this."
The contractions grow closer over the next three hours until they blend, nearly one on top of the other. Hunn is ready to finish this. She wants to hold her baby and be done with the delivery nonsense.
"Time to push," Molly instructs, "George, get in the tub behind her and just hold her. Fred, get in and watch for the baby's head."
Hunn screams, and Fred holds her hand, "Almost over bunny. Just a little longer."
"Slag off Fred. You're not being torn open," Hunn screams at him as another contraction rolls through her body.
"Don't worry, dear, she doesn't mean it," Molly assures her son as she fights off a giggle.
"Fuck it all if I don't mean it," Hunn screams through another contraction, pushing through it.
Fred's eyes go wide and glassy, "I see the head! Mum! What do I do?"
"Hold your hands out. Get ready to help the baby through. Be gentle!"
After another few pushes, the head is out. Fred pulls his son into the world with a tug under the baby's arms.
"He's beautiful," George whispers with tears as he hugs Hunn from behind.
Molly thrusts a towel at Fred, "Take a towel. You'll need to clean him off."
Fred takes hold of his son under his head and carefully cleans the blood off his soft skin as he screams. His little body is shocked and scared to be brought into the bright and cold world when he is so used to his mother's dark and warm body.
Just as Hunn begins to relax, another contraction rolls, and she bears down to push again.
"Mum!"
"What, George?" Molly asks, distracted by her grandson's healthy cries and beautiful face.
George panics, "Something else's coming."
"We talked about this," she says, her voice filled with frustration, "it's just the placenta."
"No, Mum, something else is coming."
"George, don't be ridiculous," Molly looks over between Hunn's legs and then waves him away, "See, it's just a baby head."
Hunn pushes again as Molly double-takes, "Oh hell, you're right, George. Dear, you're going to have to keep pushing. You're having another baby."
"Fucking hell," Hunn screams, "Two? I was told there was only one! Who the fuck snuck another one up there?"
Fred couldn't help but laugh as he cradled his son in his arms, but he stifled it when his frustrated wife shot him a glare to kill, "I'm sorry, love."
She pushed again, baring down as George held her tightly and as Molly guided her through her second delivery, "Mum, I want to stop," she pleaded, slumping back. She felt so tired. Her body was exhausted and aching all over, but it was demanding that she push again.
Molly pushed her sweaty hair behind her ear, smiling with her eyes full of love. She said, "I know, darling. You must be so tired. Ready for a good cuppa and a nap, but you need to push and get this baby out. They've been waiting to meet you."
Hunn started to cry but did as she was told and pushed. She pushed for another six long minutes. Her body aching and begging that she stop before giving finally she gave birth to another healthy baby boy.
...
Hayate Weasley
Born at 11:39 in the evening on December twenty-fifth, 1997.
Fifty centimeters, 3.4 kilograms (19 inches and about 7.5 pounds).
Issac Weasley
Born at 11:53 in the evening on December twenty-fifth, 1997.
Fifty-two centimeters, 3.5 kilograms (20 inches and about 7.8 pounds).