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Fred and George POV

Fred and George were lounging in the common room, heads close together, swapping ideas for their next prank, when they looked up together and saw Lee rushing down the stairs, holding a piece of folded parchment in his left hand as he was rubbing his right hand on his leg.

"Oi, Fred, George!" He said before pausing and looking at the twins again. "Or George, Fred." He corrected as he shrugged. "This thing just flew into our dorm room." He said, his eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of frustration as he continued. "I tried to open it, but it kept shocking me, each shock a little more intense than the previous. It wasn't until I stopped trying to open it that I saw it was actually labelled to the two of you."

Fred and George smiled as they exchanged intrigued glances.

"Let's have a look then," Fred said, reaching for the parchment, laughing as he noticed that Lee's hand was stained a vibrant red as well.

George, equally interested, leaned over Fred's shoulder as his brother carefully unfolded the parchment, noticing that it had been folded origami style in the shape of a bird – a magpie.

Managing to open the message without receiving any shocks, Fred held up the hastily scrawled note that they both could see, careful not to show anyone else in the area.

Seventh floor, across from the tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy, outside the Room of Requirement. Midnight tonight.

"No signature," Fred noted, raising an eyebrow as he looked to his twin, ignoring the confused look on Lee's face. "Do you think it's a fan of our work? Or someone seeking revenge and trying to lead us into a trap?"

"Not sure, although the second option would definitely be a mistake," George replied, grinning. "But whoever it is, it seems rude to ignore the request. Plus, I do love a good mystery. Besides … could we really live without knowing what's up? What do you say, brother? Up for an evening stroll tonight?"

"Absolutely," Fred agreed, tucking the note into an inside pocket of his robe, before hastily withdrawing it when he noticed it had started vibrating.

Looking back to the letter he saw that below the original message, another message had appeared.

This message with ignite in five seconds.

Fred laughed and looked back to his brother. But as he was about to open his mouth the note refolded itself into is original shape and then did as promised. Lighting up into a small burst of flame on the palm of Fred's hand, leaving nothing but a pile of ash and a slight burn mark in the center of his open hand.

This caused George to laugh as he patted his brother on the back before shrugging his shoulders, "Well to be fair, it did try to warn you."

"What was that about?" Lee eagerly asked, looking between the remnants of the letter and the twins.

"Nothing," they responded together at the same moment.

"Just a fan of our work," George said smiling.

"Or someone trying to set us up." Fred continued as he shrugged his shoulders and began to rub his hands together.

"But either way, someone went to a little bit of work to summon the infamous Weasley twins and it would be rude to ignore such a creative invitation." George said with a laugh as he looked to Lee. "Now, how about a game of Exploding Snaps, I think that'd be a fun way to kill some time."

"Unless of course you want to sample a candy we've been working on." Fred said with a hopeful look on his face as he reached his hand into his pocket and fumbled around.

"Exploding Snaps seems like the less painful of those two choices." Lee said as he shook his head quickly and headed to their usual table by the window.

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Just as the clock struck midnight, Fred and George finished their journey to the seventh floor, their senses on high alert as they made their way down the hallway towards the tapestry. Respective of the silence or perhaps careful who might be around, they whispered theories back and forth about who might have sent the note, each idea more outlandish that the last. As they neared the directed location, they were currently debating whether it might have been "Mad-Eye" Moody with a secret mission or Godric Gryffindor himself.

"This is the spot," Fred said, stopping in front of a mostly empty stretch of hallways, save for the tapestry of a wizard attempting to teach trolls ballet. "But what's this 'Room of Requirement'?"

George frowned as he looked to his brother. "Honestly? Never heard of it, and I thought we'd done such a good job of memorizing that map before we gave it to Harry. Maybe it's just a code for somewhere. Like … we are in a stretch of hallway, and we require …"

However, before he could finish his thought, the air in front of him shimmered and Harry Potter appeared out of thin air, stepping out from under his Invisibility Cloak, causing the twins to jump slightly, eyes open in surprise.

"Harry! Blimey, you could have given us heart attacks, appearing like that." Fred exclaimed, clutching his chest theatrically. "And worse, you weren't even in our top ten for who could have sent the note."

"Sorry about that." Harry said, looking sheepishly between the twins. He paused before looking back to George. "You really thought it was more likely that Godric Gryffindor left you the note compared to me?"

George shrugged his shoulders, "Well weirder things have happened around the castle. And to be fair, the neatness of the writing did look like something we'd expect from someone who was supposed to have died almost a thousand years." He smiled before continuing. "So, what's this all about, mate?"

Harry took a deep breath. "I need a favor …"

"We are in." Fred interjected, immediately cutting Harry off.

Shaking his head, Harry smiled. "I appreciate the enthusiasm but need you to take this as seriously as you can. What I need help with is risky and could actually turn out bad. But I couldn't think of anyone better suited to help than the two of you."

Fred's grin returned, "Oh you charmer, you. Careful what you say, you just might make us blush!"

George smiled and nodded before looking back to Harry. "So … risky you say? You've got our full attention."

Taking another deep breath, Harry began again. "I need help to …" he waved his hand at Fred who had opened his mouth again and continued on. "But if you help me, I'll show you a room that can become anything you want it to be. It could be a place to hide if you are on the run from a professor or angry caretaker, a room where you can work on potions or your charms work. The room can become anything your imagination can come up with. Honestly, you two would probably be able to make better use of it than anyone."

Fred and George's eyes lit up, before George shook his head slowly. "No need to try and tempt us with something like that. You forget we were exploring this castle long before you even got here and we had the map before we handed it to you. If such a room existed, we'd certainly have found it by now and you could bet we'd be making use of it." He said with a laugh.

As George was talking, Harry had taken a step back and began walking back and forth in front of the blank wall. After the third pass, a door materialized directly in front of the twins, causing George's laugh to die off.

Harry smiled as he watched the twin's jaws drop in unison. "Blimey, well that's something we haven't seen yet."

"Welcome to the Room of Requirement." Harry said, ginning.

The twins stepped forward, pushing open the door to reveal a spacious room filled with potion brewing supplies, cauldrons, and stacks of spell books. There were also various items covering the shelves and a cozy corner with two identical matching armchairs.

"Well, certainly didn't expect this … oh George is that a …" Fred began excitedly looking at a shelf of objects.

"I bet it is, and that must mean that this is an actual …" George replied from the opposite side of the room, standing beside one of the stacks of books.

Harry laughed seeing their excitement. "And this is just one of the things it can become, honestly the room can become anything. You just need to walk back and forth in front of the tapestry three times while thinking about what you want, and a door will form leading into the room you want. Anything from a dueling practice room to a lavatory, a library to a bedroom, and anything in between."

Fred whistled appreciatively as he looked around, "Harry, this is brilliant."

George nodded; his eyes wide with excitement. "Yeah, mate. You've got our help, no question about it."

Harry felt a rush of relief. "Thanks, you two. But you don't have to accept, if what I say sounds too dangerous there is no hard feelings."

George looked at Harry. "Enough with the teasing already. Spill the details, you are just making it sound more exciting, you have our attention, what have you got?"

Harry smiled for a second, before his expression grew serious. "Alright. I need a tome from Karkaroff. It's probably on the Durmstrang ship, but I'm not sure. On top of that, I'm not sure what it is actually called, what it looks like, and what, if anything, it would be protected by. All I know is that it's an incredibly rare book about the Dark Arts and I probably need help getting it." He paused for a second, holding up a hand to stall George's comment as the twin had already opened his mouth to say something. "And no, I can't fully explain why I need something like that, only hope that you'll believe me what I say it is really important."

Harry watched as the twin's eyes gleamed with matching looks of excitement as they looked from him to each other and then back.

"Unexpected mysterious favor, potential for serious danger, and a low chance of success." Fred said before continuing without hesitation. "We're in."

"Wait," Harry cautioned. "You should think about this. It's going to be a lot tougher than just stealing something from Filch's office."

The twins both laughed as they shook their heads.

"Dear sweet, naïve Harry," George said, wiping a tear of amusement from the corner of his eye as he stared at Harry. "To think that you believe we only nick stuff from our dearly beloved and oh so sweet natured caretaker. Where'd be the challenge in that?"

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Fred and George exchanged a secretive look, then looked back to Harry grinning. "Sorry, Harry," Fred said as he shrugged his shoulders. "Unless you have another room like this to barter with, we can't reveal all our secrets. But trust us, we've had our share of adventures. Plus, it seems that you seem pretty intent on needing this book and imagine how horrible we'd feel if we let you do this alone and it results in you getting expelled or maimed or killed … why, our own mother would disown us faster than you can say Wingardium Leviosa."

Harry chuckled. "Alright, well I wouldn't want that. Let's get to planning then."

This caused the twins to shake their heads and burst into laughter.

"Oh Harry, it's a good thing you came to us," George said stepping forward and patting Harry on the shoulder.

Fred nodded. "First thing's first, you got to get dressed before you go into public … well, in most cases. You got to start at the beginning, and in this case that is gathering information. And no offense Harry, but if you were any greener, I'd call you a Slytherin. Other than having that Cloak of yours plus an uncanny ability to find yourself in the right place at the right time, we expect you might be downright rubbish at this part. So why don't we do that part."

Harry opened his mouth to object but was cut off by George. "Although that being said, we wouldn't mind using your cloak for this part. We even promise to return it in mint condition, or my name isn't Fred."

Harry paused for a second raising an eyebrow at the twin, who only smiled and shrugged, before looking down to the cloak and nodding and passing it over. "Whatever I can do to help."

With that the twins said they were done for now but would let Harry know when they had gotten some information and were ready to start planning. Realizing that was all that could be done for now, Harry led them outside of the room and let them both try a handful of times to create the room, laughing each time as each room was more enjoyable than the last. Especially enjoying the room that seemed completely full of slides and tunnels.

On their way back to the common room, Harry looked to Fred and George a curios look on his face, "Even though I know I asked for it, I have to admit I'm a little surprised you haven't asked more as to why I want the book."

Fred paused for a second before he shook his head. "After everything you've done: from fighting a troll in first year, saving Ginny, single handedly getting rid of Lockhart, fighting off dementors, or most importantly … winning Quidditch matches, we thought we'd give you the benefit of the doubt and assumed you'd just tell us at some point."

George nodded, before grinning, "Plus on some level, I think we're just holding out hope that you're trying to get your hands on some rare and wonderful spell to use on Snape, maybe something that makes him fart with every step he takes."

"Or something that permanently washes out his hair, and we want plausible deniability and to avoid bursting our bubble." Fred chimed in with a chuckle.

After laughing Harry nodded to the twins. "Thanks. I appreciate it. Although technically it was Ron that got rid of Lockhart."

Harry had taken a couple steps before realizing the twins were no longer with him. Turning around he saw that they had frozen in the middle of the corridor and were stuck staring at each other before they slowly spun to look at Harry, confusion evident on their faces.

"Ron?"

"Like our Ronnikins?"

"You aren't talking about some other student?"

Chuckling at their expressions Harry shook his head. "Your brother Ron." He confirmed.

This caused Fred and George to look back to one another before shaking their heads slowly. Suddenly they looked back to Harry both shaking their heads at a quicker pace as they simultaneously said, "Nah."

And with that they stepped past Harry, heading towards the Gryffindor common room, as Fred shouted over his shoulder, "Good try Harry!"

- HP - HP - HP - HP - HP -

For the next several days, as the early December chill settled over Hogwarts, painting the grounds and windows with a delicate frost, nothing of importance seemed to happen, and once he got past the general increase of interest in him that Rita Skeeter's surprisingly positive and honest portrayal of his performance in the first task in the Daily Prophet caused Harry very quickly fell back into the monotonous routine of classes, homework, and going to the Room of Requirement with Ron and Hermione. Although no matter where he went, whether the Gryffindor common room or almost anywhere in Hogwarts, he was unable to escape hearing everyone talking about the upcoming Yule Ball.

One afternoon, as Harry was leaving the Great Hall after lunch, in a hurry to get to Ancient Runes, knowing that even though Daphne and him had seemed to have entered a truce, he didn't want to upset their current state by being late to class, he saw Cedric and Cho walking towards the stairs, engaged in an animated conversation. About halfway across the entry hall, Cedric happened to look over his shoulder, breaking into a wide grin and stopping when he saw Harry.

"Harry!" Cedric called out as he jogged over to him. "I've been meaning to thank you properly. The heads up you gave me about the dragons gave me just enough time to focus on a strategy, that while not as effective as what you managed, at least according to Cho and everyone else that I talked to, ended up getting me through without any substantial burns or lasting damage."

Cho, who had just joined them, smiled warmly at Harry. "Is it true that it was your shield that protected the judges? I had originally thought it was Professor Dumbledore's but seeing it's strength … well, there's a rumor going around that it was actually yours."

Harry shrugged modestly as he looked to the ground before looking back to the two of them. "I doubt the shield would have held for much longer under that dragon fire and luckily Professor Dumbledore did have a shield just under mine, for when mine broke, one that was certainly stronger than mine, but yes, it was my shield."

Cedric and Cho exchanged impressed glances. "That's incredible," Cho said, admiration clear in her voice. "My uncle works with wyverns, specifically fire drakes, a distant lesser cousin to dragons, and even he complains about the difficulty in maintaining a shield for any length of time against them. I can't imagine a Hungarian Horntail would be easier than that. That's really impressive Harry."

Cedric paused and looked back to Cho and laughed before turning to Harry. "It's a good thing I already asked Cho to be my date to the Yule Ball, otherwise I'd need to be careful of you. Although I can't imagine you are going to have a bunch of free time to go out and find someone in specific to ask to the Ball as I imagine once everyone finds out that the rumor of it being your shield spreads, they'll be lining up to ask you."

Harry groaned and put his head in his hands. "Ugh, Merlin kill me now …" he said, trailing off and shaking his head. Looking up as he exhaled, he saw the raised eyebrows of the two of them and shrugged his shoulders. "It's always the same situation, no matter how much I don't want the attention … fate seems to put me right in it's way. Honestly, what I wouldn't give for just a boring, low-event year, one where I was completely out of the limelight.

Cedric paused, staring at Harry, before chuckling, "Well, good luck with that Harry. But alright, I …" he paused again, before looking at Cho, who nodded almost immediately, "That is, we won't tell anyone there is truth to the rumors. But like I said the rumors are already out there and there's nothing we can do about that. However, the reason I came over was to thank you for the heads up and let you know if there's any help you need, whether in the tournament or with any of your classes or with Quidditch …" he trailed off before looking between Cho and Harry and smiling. "Although considering that I am apparently the third best Seeker in this conversation, I suppose I can't really help you out with that, but my dad does know a couple of people who work with some of the professional Quidditch teams. He was actually the one who got Oliver a tryout with Puddlemore. But whatever it is, just let me know. I owe you one."

Harry smiled, feeling a little embarrassed by the offer before he managed to look up and nod. "Thanks Cedric. I appreciate it. But it's no big concern."

The older Hufflepuff placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'm serious, Harry. Don't hesitate to ask, you're a good guy."

Harry was about to respond when he heard the clock in the entry way chiming and looked over his shoulder, before spinning around and taking off up the stairs. "Oh no! I'm going to be late. She's going to kill me."

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"Hey, Hermione, Ron," Harry called out as he caught up with his friends on the way to the Great Hall. "I think this evening I need a break from this little routine of everything, I think I'm going to go flying."

Hermione looked slightly let down, managed a supportive smile. "If you're sure. I thought we'd be able to get some work done on our Arithmancy project in the Room of R … in our room, especially since Ron was going to be busy."

Harry looked back to her apologetically, "You could come with me?"

This caused Hermione to laugh, "I'm pretty sure I have even less interest in flying outside in early December than Ron would have to do my Arithmancy work … it's alright Harry, I can catch up on some of my reading in the common room."

Unlike Hermione's slight look of disappointment, Ron wore an expression of almost complete heartbreak. "But Harry," he began in a sad voice. "I didn't think you were free so I promised to hang out with Lavender all evening."

Smiling, Harry shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess your loss, don't worry, Ron. It's no big deal."

Ron looked from Harry to the window across the corridor. "Maybe I could tell her we could get together tomorrow? Do you think she'd be ok with that?"

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at Ron's anguish as he saw Hermione shaking her head out of the corner of his eyes at their friend's suggestion. "Don't be daft Ron, you definitely shouldn't cancel your plans. Even I realize that wouldn't be a good idea. We can always go on another day."

Ron seemed slightly mollified by that suggestion, though the sad look lingered on his face and it wasn't until they entered the Great Hall, and he spotted Lavender who was eagerly waving to him before his expression finally brightened.

After dinner, Harry retrieved his Firebolt and warmer flying clothes from his room before making his way out of the Gryffindor Tower and making his way to the front door of the castle. As he exited the castle, he smiled as the cold air nipped at his face and his breath puffed out in white clouds, enjoying the peace and quiet.

Following a pair of matching footprints in the fresh dusting of snow on the ground, he headed in the direction of the Quidditch pitch.

"Ah, Harry," he heard a voice greet him from behind. "I see you have a similar idea."

Spinning around in surprise he saw Krum approaching him, his broom also slung over his shoulder.

Nodding back to the Bulgarian Seeker, a grin spread over his face. "Honestly, compared to most of the delights of the magic world, there is nothing quite like flying. Especially when I have a chance to do it without the audience and get away from the attention."

"That I can understand." Krum said, nodding in agreement. Plus, it is a good day for it."

Harry laughed; his breath visible as it condensed in the cold. "Well, it could be a little warmer, but I do enjoy how empty the pitch is on cold days. Usually have the pitch mostly to myself."

Krum chuckled, "This is nothing. At Durmstrang, and even back home, I enjoy flying on days where it is so cold your spit freezes before it even hits the ground. And I have yet to find anything more enjoyable than playing a Quidditch match and trying to find a Snitch in a blizzard."

Harry laughed and shook his head, surprised he had managed to find someone who liked Quidditch even more than Ron.

After that, they continued in a comfortable silence, as they made their way to the pitch. As they neared the field, they noticed someone already flying high above, clothed completely in white, weaving in and out of the low hanging clouds.

Entering the pitch, Harry and Krum prepared to mount their brooms, but before kicking off, Harry looked up and saw that the flyer from above began a rapid descent, hurtling towards the ground at a ferocious speed. At the last moment, just as Harry had a thought of concern, the individual managed to pull up, coming to an immediate stop immediately in front of them.

As the figure looked up and shook the hair out of their face, Harry stared in shock. Even though Krum had been making comments about enjoying flying in the cold, he was bundled up almost as warmly as Harry. But Fleur, who was the other flyer, on the other hand, wore a light shirt, hardly thicker than Harry's usually Quidditch uniform.

"Aren't you cold?" Harry blurted out, unable to stop himself.

This caused Krum to chuckle slightly to himself before shaking his head and kicking off from the ground, flying immediately to one end of the pitch.

Harry paused, before apologizing and repeating the question more calmly.

This caused Fleur to smile slightly and shake her head. "Non, I am not. I am Veela, and we are creatures of fire. The cold doesn't bother us the same way, as in general we are quite a bit hotter.

Smiling, he shook his head as under his breath he muttered, "I bet all the boys in Hogwarts would agree." Then he looked back up at Fleur. "I didn't know that."

"That is …" she paused before nodding. "That is nice. Usually, when I'm talking to someone, especially a boy, they try to impress me with how much they know and have read about Veela. In the end I end up feeling like an object. It is honestly quite exhausting, although sometimes I have to admit I end up learning things that even I didn't know."

Harry nodded. "I understand. I'm tired of people I don't know and have never met coming up to me like they know me, my story, and all about my past …" he trailed off shaking his head as he looked around the field. "But none of that matters when I'm flying. I'm in my own world."

Fleur nodded and gave him an understanding smile.

After a moment of silence, Harry looked back to her. "So, I've been meaning to ask, where did you learn to fly like that? You were incredible the other day, despite your modesty. So much that for the first time since you arrived, everyone was talking about something other than your …"

Seeing Harry pause, Fleur shook her head angrily and finished his sentence. "My looks." She said with a scoff before looking back at him, her anger slowly disappearing. "Well, part of the reason is certainly that I have at least some natural skill in flying. But more that that is that I want to be known for something other than my appearance. I want others to see me and be impressed with something I actually worked for."

This time it was Harry's turn to look at her and nod in understanding.

They stood in silence for almost a minute, watching Krum fly patterns in the air and weave between the goal posts at the far end of the field.

"So," Fleur said, finally breaking the silence, a smile on her face. "Want to see how good you actually are? Catch me if you can."

And then without waiting for a reply, in one motion she managed to jump onto her broom and took off at what Harry thought was a ridiculous speed, especially as she was skimming inches above the ground.

Grinning, Harry waited for less than a moment before kicking off and giving chase.

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Story Note 1 – The reason that Harry's interaction with Cedric is different is that even though Harry offered Cedric the same information. He had a slightly different interaction with Cedric up to this point. Mainly a combination of a more involved interaction at the World Cup and Cedric not having to view Harry as a victim for the entire school ganging up on him for a first part of the year and making those badges. Additionally, they bumped into each other earlier so Cedric didn't have anything specific to offer, like his take the egg for a bath suggestion.


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starboy454, skotos07, cameron1812, spicyanimechick, jkarr, Hudy Leak613, Guest x 3 - I really appreciate the time it took for you to read and leave me a comment. I'm glad you are enjoying the story!

Ariadne Venegas - Hmmm I'll relook at the note but there was no love potion. Ginny has a fixation on Harry but to this point she hasn't gone down the whole love potion trope that seems so popular with Ginny-bashing fics. As for Fleur she'll definitely have her role in the story. Really like the thing about Bill and for the sake of this story I guess I just assumed that he was too new into the profession and as horcruxes are so rare he just hadn't had enough experience yet.

chao - hellsing - Fingers crossed she'll be ok. But if I had to guess she just needs help. Hopefully she gets it in time.

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Antex-The Legendary Zoroark - Good precognition! Yup it will serve as a storyline that needs to be looked after as I think loyalty and friendship are huge for Harry. Haha glad the prank came off well.

Steve hope - I agree about the bashing and certainly it could be used to explain certain things but some of them just go to far. But it's all fanfic, so who am I to judge the way someone views an idea or decides to write it. And I have read some stories that involve bashing that I have enjoyed. But that isn't the way I would have written a story.