A/N

So, a big shout out to my friend UchihaAmadeus who helped me come up with this idea.

Harry collapsed onto his bed, exhausted, starving, his whole body aching from his uncles' blows. Harry pulled his knees up against his chest and shut his eyes, hoping he could get some sleep when Hedwig started rattling her cage trying to get Harry's attention.

"I'm sorry Hedwig, I can't let you out," Harry groaned, burying his face into his pillow, not bothering to remove his glasses. Harry heard Petunia shove something under the flap of his door and heard her lock the door. Harry dragged himself out of bed and practically crawled to the door. On the tray Petunia had shoved into Harry's room was a shallow bowl with some cold soup in it. Harry picked up the bowl and started to greedily down its contents but soon stopped himself. Hedwig needed food too. Ignoring his grumbling stomach, Harry dragged himself to Hedwig's cage and poured what was left of the soup into her bowl. Hedwig squawked angrily and Harry sighed,

"I'm sorry Hedwig, but it's all I have…" Hedwig still refused to eat the food though, but Harry was too tired to care. Harry dragged himself back onto the bed, and couldn't help but think of Ron and Hermione. Why hadn't they written? Weren't they worried about him? Did they even care? Unhappy thoughts swirling in his head, Harry finally drifted off. Just two more weeks…

Fred watched Ron as he angrily paced the kitchen, worry evident on his face, they were all worried though. Ron had been trying to reach Harry all summer with no success. Harry never wrote back and his uncle never let Harry talk on the phone. Ron angrily flung himself onto one of the chairs, huffing in annoyance. Hermione placed a tentative hand on Ron's shoulder who tensed slightly at the touch before relaxing again.

"We're all worried about him," Hermione whispered.

"Why won't they do anything?" Ron snapped, "They put bars on his windows Hermione… who knows what else they'll do to him." Hermione looked like she was going to start crying and Ginny halfheartedly glared at Ron, even Ginny was too worried to stay mad for very long. The 'children' where forced to wait while the Order met to discuss if they should consider going to see if Harry was ok. Their parents and Sirius all wanted to go right away, but the other members where much more hesitant. They had contacted Dumbledore who would be there as soon as he could, but Fred feared that what was happening at number four, he'd seen himself how badly the Dursley's treated Harry, who knows what they were doing to him, or if they would be too late.

"Well… maybe someone's taking our letters…" Hermione hesitantly suggested.

"Why? And who?" Ron snapped.

"Well Dobby managed too…" Hermione whispered, but Ron wasn't listening to her anymore.

"We can't just sit here and do nothing!" Ginny snapped after several minutes of tense silence.

"What can we do? It's not like we have a flying car that we can use!" Ron snapped. Ginny hung her head and Ron put his head in his hands.

"You guys can't do anything…" Fred began.

"But maybe we can," George finished, already knowing what Fred was thinking.

"What are you two thinking?" Hermione asked, looking at them suspiciously.

"Rescue mission."

Harry's restless sleep was interrupted by the sound of the door being unlocked. No… not again… please not again… but Harry's pleas feel on silent ears. His uncle beat him mercilessly, ripping open old wounds, tearing him apart, but through it all Harry remained silent, it only hurt more if he screamed. Hedwig though squealed angrily and rattled her cage, but Vernon didn't pay any attention to her. Time seemed to stop for Harry as his thin frame was pounded to a pulp. When it was over Vernon left Harry lying on the floor, bleeding, in pain.

Harry wasn't sure how long he lay there, but eventually Hedwig fell silent and he heard what sounded like the bars on his window being removed, but how could that be? Vernon would never… He heard the window squeaking in protest as the unused hinges slowly opened.

"Harry?" Someone asked someone who was familiar… a friend. Harry tried to place to voice but it was too much work for his exhausted mind. Harry pried his eyes open and saw a blurry figure standing over him. The figure had blazing red hair and what looked like freckles all over their face. Harry tried to focus on the face, whoever it was seemed so familiar, but everything was too blurred. That's when Harry finally realized his glasses where gone.

"Harry can you hear me?" The voice asked again, and Harry realized it was a man. Another identical face appeared and suddenly it clicked.

"Fred…. George…?" Harry croaked. Fred, or was it George? Looked only slightly relived when Harry finally responded.

"We're going to get you out of here Harry." One of the twins promised, both tensed when they heard the locks being undone and ducked into the corner just as it opened to reveal Dudley. Harry tried to ask him what he was doing, but his mouth wasn't cooperating anymore. Dudley looked down at Harry for a moment, looking almost… upset. But why would he care what happened to Harry?

Fred silently glared at Dudley from his hiding place, was he here to beat Harry up some more? But, surprisingly Dudley looked down at Harry and looked almost upset. After a minute Dudley went over to Hedwig but before he could get their the twins whipped out their wands and growled,

"What are you doing?" Dudley jumped and dropped whatever he'd been holding. George snatched it up before Dudley could.

"A letter?" George asked opening it skeptically. As he read through the letter, his hard face slowly melted and turned into a look of utter surprise.

"You where… trying to get help?" Dudley nodded frantically and Fred snapped,

"Why? You hate Harry."

"What my parents' are doing is wrong," Dudley replied looking utterly terrified, "I may not like him… but I can't just them kill him." Fred studied Dudley for several tense minutes before whispering,

"We're here to get Harry out, when your parents wake up tomorrow act like you don't know anything, do you understand?" Dudley nodded his head frantically and George snapped,

"Now get out!" Dudley scrambled to his feet and ran out the door and Fred immediately knelt down next to Harry.

"We got to get him help now," Fred whispered, looking sick as he realized just how much blood covered the floor. As gently as he could, Fred lifted Harry to his feet, George going to Harry's other side to help support him, now missing how harry flinched and tensed at their touch.

"Now for the hard part…" Fred muttered darkly. He prayed that this would hurt Harry, but they had no other choice.

"Ready George?" Fred asked.

"Ready Fred," George replied. The three turned on the spot and with a loud crack, vanished into thin air leaving the cold unforgiving room behind them.

End Notes

Honestly I have no idea how much detail I'll go into Harry's torture or how bad it will be, but I can guarantee it will stay at T. Let me know what you think!