Chapter 1 : To Become a Spy
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Fred was busily stacking the brightly-colored boxes of Skiving Snackboxes near the post in their shop. They just happened to be their best-seller. He smiled as he took in the shop about him. The walls were filled with useful things – Extendable Ears, Canary Pasties, Invisibility Hats and so much more. He saw George push open the cellar door, his arms filled with more boxes of fake wands – their other best-selling item.
He knew that Harry would love to see their shop. After all, he had made the initial investment that allowed them to actually begin their own business of selling their jokes. To be able to fulfill their life-long dream – bringing laughter to people’s dreary lives. What they hadn’t expected was to have a thriving business so soon after their spectacular departure from Hogwarts.
“Gred, when do you think Harry will be back?” George asked, putting the wands down on the counter next to the Peruvian Darkness display as he searched for a place to set them. He wiped his hands on his robes, frowning at the bright blue streak on his hand before tapping his wand against his hand.
Fred paused, holding their new red-and-gold Limited Edition Skiving Snackbox before shrugging. “I suspect whenever Professor Dumbledore springs him, Feorge. Though sticking him back there would be worse than spending detention with Filch.”
George glowered at the thought. He remembered too clearly how they had to pull bars off his window just before his second year, though Ron had told them that they hadn’t tried that again. Not only that, but Professor Dumbledore was also a touchy subject for the both of them. From what they’d heard from Ron, Harry wasn’t speaking with Professor Dumbledore and he suspected it had something to do with what he might have told Harry since Harry wouldn’t speak to anyone anymore. Not since that battle in the Ministry.
“Had we been in school still, maybe they wouldn’t have…” Fred didn’t finish his statement, feeling more than a little left out. It still rankled that six members of the DA, all of them under-aged, had gone to the Ministry and fought Death Eaters when their own mother wouldn’t allow them to join the Order of the Phoenix even though they were of-age and more than willing to battle Voldemort. And they had provided the distraction that allowed those six to go, which included their younger brother and sister.
“…gone to the Ministry and gotten duped?” George asked as he smiled grimly, “I agree. Or else we could have insisted on going with them and then Sirius would still be alive.”
“Have you had any luck in speaking with Professor Dumbledore about joining the Order, Feorge?” Fred pushed another Skiving Snackbox closer to the other neatly stacked boxes, trying for a light tone, as if he were asking the time of day.
“No, Gred,” George picked up a handful of wands, seeing a place for at least some of them, “He hasn’t answered any of our letters. And he won’t say anything when we’re there asking him…”
The wind chimes over the door rang as it opened. Fred and George turned to see Susan and Ernie standing just inside the door. “Hello? I was told that you might be able to help us?” Ernie asked. Fred and George were surprised to see Ernie and Susan together, how could they not have figured that one out during all the DA meetings?
“Fred?” Susan asked hesitantly.
“I am Fred and George is over there. What do you need help with?” George asked politely, “And we’ll see if we have the answer.”
“I heard you have been helping Professor Dumbledore in his fight against him,” Ernie whispered.
“We overheard something about Harry,” Susan looked distressed.
Fred raised an eyebrow, “What kind of information? What about Harry?”
“We didn’t get to hear all of it, but we suspect that they’re going after Harry.” Ernie whispered again after looking furtively around the shop. “There’s no way that we’d ever get near enough to Harry to make sure he’s fine…”
“But we thought that you might since he stays with you before going back to Hogwarts.” Susan finished.
“Why? Why can’t you go?” George frowned. “Harry knows you, and I’m certain…”
“What if the information is true and his guards are talking to us instead of watching him?” Ernie shook his head. “After everything he did for us this past year, that’d be a poor way to repay him.”
“We hadn’t planned on going there soon…” Fred thought out loud, exchanging a look with George.
Ernie and Susan shook their heads, “We think it’s going to be soon.”
Fred pulled George to the side, “Do you think…”
“…that Professor Dumbledore could have set this up?” George asked.
“Possibly, what harm could it do to check on Harry? Then if those people arrive…” Fred let his thought trail away.
“We can get more people there sooner than his guards could.” George pointed out.
They faced Ernie and Susan, “Alright, we’ll go check on Harry.”
Ernie handed Fred a rolled parchment. “This has all the information we heard. Say hello to Harry for us.” As if that was their cue, they hurried out the door.
When Fred hurried to door, he didn’t see them anywhere on the street. “They must be hiding,” he told George.
“So what does the parchment say?” George pointed.
Fred unrolled it carefully and caught a mirror that fell. He handed the mirror to George. He cleared his throat in an imitation of ex-Professor Umbridge.
It will take place on the twenty-ninth of June at four in the morning. The location will be in Little Whinging. Take note of who attends and what is being done. If you see Death Eaters, then use the enclosed mirror to request help. You are not to engage in a duel under no circumstances.
Fred looked up, “That’s all it says.”
“Nothing else was written?” George shook his head, “But that’s tonight.”
“Then I suppose we’ll be going to Little Whinging at four in the morning. Or, perhaps we should be there beforehand, just to make sure that we’re not missing the action,” Fred considered out loud.
“We should get there about two in that case,” George agreed, “We need to find a place to hide.”
“I wonder if we’d be able to stop by and talk to Harry before we go look around,” Fred looked at the message again.
George considered carefully, “It would help give us a reason to be in the area, though wouldn’t Harry be sleeping then?”
In the darkness, they scoured the area for any signs of Death Eaters, but the night remained silent and still. “Maybe we can go see Harry again,” George finally suggested when the playground turned out empty.
“Go see him at three in the morning?” Fred asked incredulous, “Don’t forget, the Order guards him during the summer here. And we’ve already gone to see him.”
George shrugged, “They don’t have to see us.”
“Harry gets little sleep as it is with all those nightmares. Do you want to wake him from a possibly sound sleep?” Fred frowned at his twin.
They stopped when they realized they were already at Privet Drive. “You don’t suppose that the Death Eaters could be coming here?” George asked as they looked at the street sign.
“Isn’t that what I suggested earlier?” Fred hissed back, “Let’s go find a place to hide.”
They crept along the street through the hedges until they reached Number Four Privet Drive. There they remained still as statues as they waited for the appointed time to arrive. Both were about to drift off when a series of pops alerted them that something was happening. They stared as many dark-cloaked people stood on the lawn.
“Fred? Aren’t those Death Eaters on Harry’s front lawn?” George stammered softly, “Where’s the Order?”
“Where’s the mirror! We’ve got to call for help!” Fred pulled the mirror out of his pocket, holding it in front of him as the Death Eaters went into the house. “Hello?” he said into it.
An unfamiliar face appeared in the mirror, “You’ve seen signs of Dark Activity?”
“Yes, at Number Four Privet Drive,” Fred whispered urgently, “Harry’s house.”
“There’s about eight Death Eaters that went in,” George added softly.
“We’ll be there with help,” the lady looked very worried. “Eight Death Eaters! You get yourselves out before we get there.” She disappeared from the mirror.
Fred and George looked at each other and Disapparated.
The next day, about lunchtime, they went to Headquarters to find everyone in an uproar.
“How did they know that we were getting Harry at that time?” Kingsley demanded angrily.
“I don’t know. It was obvious they’d been told somehow,” Tonks glowered, “they ambushed us.”
“Hello?” Fred and George interjected into the silence after Tonks’ statement.
The Order turned to look at them. “Where were you two?” Snape demanded. “I don’t recall seeing you laggards about here for awhile.”
“We’ve been at our shop!” Fred shouted back.
“Did Harry get here safely?” George asked.
“He’s upstairs with Ron, Hermione and Ginny,” Molly still looked ferocious, “go on up.”
The twins took another look about and Apparated into Ron’s and Harry’s room. They stepped back at the glowers that the four teenagers gave them. “Hello! We heard you got here!” Fred said, trying to be upbeat.
Harry’s eyes narrowed. “No thanks to the Death Eaters that showed up,” he replied sourly.
“Heard about that too,” George answered, earning four looks of disbelief, “They’re talking about that downstairs.”
“So what happened?” Fred asked.
“The Order showed up in dark cloaks because the plan was to fly brooms to Headquarters once more. They wanted it to be harder to see even them. Everything was fine inside the house, but we were ambushed as we stepped outside. Professor Lupin decided to not wait for the signal and had the Order, and me, take off. Kingsley and Tonks shot several Stunners back as we were taking off. Thankfully we weren’t followed because they didn’t bring brooms with them.” Harry’s face darkened as he told the twins what happened.
“He won’t be able to return to Privet Drive next summer,” Ginny added.
“Why?” Fred asked, “Why wouldn’t you be able to?”
“Because those Muggles are in St. Mungo’s now,” Ron answered, furious, “When the Death Eaters were denied Harry, they attacked the Muggles.”
“I think we’d best get going Fred,” George said after silence had fallen, “You know about time...”
“Right,” Fred agreed. They Disapparated downstairs, hurrying out of Headquarters.
In an upper room in their shop, they sat looking at each other. “We saw the Death Eaters enter the house,” Fred stated, “We called for help.”
“But only the Order entered the house, according to Harry,” George added, “and they were ambushed outside the house.”
“The Order was wearing dark cloaks so as not to be seen flying at night,” Fred picked up a small cube, tossing it from hand to hand. He tossed it to George who caught it handily.
“So what happened?” George asked.
“And what do we do?” Fred asked back.
George put down the cube, “We should tell Professor Dumbledore at the least. Perhaps he can make sense of the whole situation? I mean, he did set up the test, right?”
“Right,” Fred agreed, “Let’s go.”
They entered Hogwarts by the road, since they weren’t able to Apparate onto the grounds. Unfortunately, they were greeted by Mr. Filch who despised them. The only bright thing was that Mr. Filch took them to see Dumbledore right away. Now they were seated on chairs, waiting for Dumbledore to speak. “You have something to tell me?” he finally asked.
“We were wondering if we passed the test to join the Order,” Fred stated.
“Passed your test to join the Order?” Dumbledore regarded both of them sharply, “What test?”
“The test you gave us last night, in Little Whinging!” George answered, astounded that Dumbledore didn’t know about the test.
Dumbledore remained silent for a very long time as the portraits murmured in the background. “The only people who knew about last night were authorized members of the Order of the Phoenix. And only the select few who were going to be escorting Harry from Privet Drive to Headquarters. How did you find out about this?”
The twins looked at each other with a sinking feeling, “We were told the information in our shop. We went to Little Whinging and when we saw the Death Eaters, we called for help.”
“Where were you when you saw the Death Eaters?” Dumbledore asked gravely, fingers laced together in front of him.
“We were under a hedge at the time. We saw them appear and go inside the house,” Fred chewed on his lip worriedly.
“Then we called for help and were told to get out of there before we were seen,” George finished, just as worried now.
“So you saw Death Eaters enter the house? I have had a report that the only people who entered the house were from the Order, to get Harry,” Dumbledore frowned.
“We heard that when we stopped by Headquarters today,” George whispered.
“And?” they couldn’t tell what Dumbledore was thinking.
“We found out what happened,” Fred answered in a small voice.
“How did you call for help?” Dumbledore suddenly asked.
“With this,” Fred handed the mirror to Dumbledore who took it.
“I don’t have to tell you the seriousness of your trouble, do I?” Dumbledore asked, looking over the mirror before placing it on his desk.
“The trouble we’re in?” George asked, frowning slightly, “We called for the Order for help! When those...”
Dumbledore was shaking his head, “You never contacted the Order for help. The Order does not have tests to join, which leaves only one choice.”
“What’s that?” Fred asked, eyes growing fearful.
“You did, in fact, call for help. But it was not the Order. The Order was ambushed by Death Eaters. Therefore...” Dumbledore trailed off to let the twins work out the last bit for themselves.
“We called the Death Eaters,” George with growing dread.
“We agreed to help,” Fred added, “and it wasn’t for the Order, but for the Death Eaters.”
Dumbledore nodded sadly, “Now that you understand the amount of trouble you are in, let me explain your options.”
“Our options?” Fred asked hopefully.
Dumbledore nodded once more, “You have two options. You agreed to help, but are not forsworn to Voldemort. You can continue aiding him, but...”
“We don’t want to help him,” George stated emphatically.
“Then you choose your other option?” Dumbledore looked at each of them, “Voldemort does not tolerate turncoats, which he will regard the both of you as if you pursue this option. You will be placing yourself into much danger. Your business could suffer Voldemort’s displeasure also.”
“We’ll just do owl orders then,” Fred nodded.
“Harry has found that even owls can be misled,” Dumbledore shook his head.
“We could just wait until he’s not around and then go on with business as usual,” George added.
“And what would you do until then?” Dumbledore asked. When neither twin answered, he offered, “You can repeat your Seventh Year. That would gain you a year in which I will consider what next to do.”
The twins looked at each other and nodded, “Seventh Year, it’ll be better this time.”
“Now, I expect that you two will return to Headquarters to live. As you are in school, you cannot join the Order, but you’ll understand why? Good. You will leave this mirror with me and I will dispose of it. Though I will allow you both to decide when to tell Harry, your family and Hermione what truly happened.” Dumbledore regarded them both seriously. “They will not find out from me, but I would suggest it be sooner rather than later.”
The twins nodded.
“Very well, go straight to Headquarters and remain there,” Dumbledore stated, “I will speak to your parents about your desire to take your N.E.W.T.’s.”
The twins stood. “Thank you, Professor Dumbledore,” they said before hurrying from Dumbledore’s office.
A/N: I wrote this story before the Half Blood Prince was released, so it’s long since become AU. Fred and George were so intent on joining the Order of the Phoenix that I could see them being tricked into helping the wrong side, especially if it was presented to them that they would be helping the Order of the Phoenix.
A/N: As always, I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know what you thought about this chapter, especially if you have constructive criticism! I am always looking for ways to improve my writing! Thank you very much!