I don't know what to say except sorry. I got really stuck writing this chapter and changed where it was headed at least three times. What I do know is that the end of the story is nigh. Maybe five or six chapters depending on how big they are or even longer if I make a sequel. I really hope you enjoy this chapter, and again, I apologise for the long wait.

Thank you so much for your continued and support and let me know what you think.

Chapter 25 – United

It was, shockingly, quiet in Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. Fred and George were sitting by the fire in their home, each looking pensively at the fire burning in the fireplace. Suddenly, a patronus entered the room and Harry's voice emerged from it.

"Hey, Gred, Forge. I've sent my map so that you know it's me. I've also sent a portkey. There's so much that you need to know and someone you've got to meet. Don't tell anyone. Especially not Molly or Ron or Ginny. Just, come as quickly as you can."

They moved closer to the owl, just as Harry said, there was the Marauders Map and what they assumed what the portkey.

"What do think Gred, should we go?"

"I think we should Forge"

They held onto the map and the portkey.

This was not what where they had expected to arrive, in a long corridor with paintings of aristocratic wizards. The walls were a deep forest green shade and there were torches lighting up the corridor.

"Gred, Forge" Harry called out to them and embraced both of them after jumping on top of them.

"Harry!" They instantly noticed something was off and when they got a better look at him, they knew why.

"Harry—" one began.

"— what happened—" the other continued.

"—to you?" they finished.

Harry let go. He was so much smaller than them, that he was practically a toddler compared to them. "It's a quite long story…" he trailed off.

"Well, little brother, we just so happen to have time—"

"—so don't bother stalling."

"Now, where are we?" they asked simultaneously.

"Err…Malfoy Manor…" he said with a toothy grin, watching them for their reactions.

"And why are we here, Harry?"

"I live here" he whispered.

They looked at him with concern glazing their eyes. They knew Harry was quite sensitive and unsure of himself that his self-esteem was tantamount to none. And now thanks to Ronald betraying him in his fourth year, Harry wasn't sure who to trust anymore.

"It's okay Harry" Fred said.

"We just want to know why" said George.

Harry nodded and led them to his room. He could tell they were surprised at how comfortable he felt in Malfoy's home. He jumped on top of his bed and patted it, waiting for them to join him. When they did, Harry told them everything; what the Dursleys had done, the Malfoys rescuing him, Snape being nice and what Dumbledore had done.

Their faces had gone from worried, to angry and then to downright pissed. George had to hold down Fred a few times, to prevent him from ripping Dumbledore a new one. They couldn't believe what their family had been doing to Harry; betraying him, stealing his money, and Merlin knew what else!

"It's okay" Harry told them.

"No, Harry, It's not" Fred said as he grabbed Harry and put him in his lap. He started stroking his back and placed his chin above Harry's head. "But it will be" he said coldly, looking over at George with a glint in his eyes.

Harry basked in Fred's hold, and after a few seconds, George joined them too. He sat between them for a few minutes before remembering the main reason why he had brought them here.

"Oh, there's something else" he said.

Fred and George moved back, watching Harry. He jumped out of the bed and grabbed a hand from both of them and dragged them away.

"Where are we going?" They asked as they were dragged by someone half the size of them.

Harry took them to their uncles. Snape, Narcissa, Tom, Lucius and Draco were still there. Gideon was awake too.

"Fred, George, I would like to introduce you to Gideon and Fabian Prewett" he announced.

"What—how?" they looked at Harry.

"Dumbledore stuck them inside of Nurmengard this whole time" he revealed.

Noticing the dark looks on the younger twins, the elder ones called them to them.

"It's nice to finally meet our nephews" Fabian said.

"Harry told us about your shop. How is it going?"

After the shock of their lives had vanished, they sat beside their uncles and told them about all the mischief that they had gotten up to while still in Hogwarts. Harry grabbed Tom the hand and dragged him to the sitting room. They sat alone.

"I've missed this, Tom" Harry said, curled up next to the man.

"I have as well" he put an arm around Harry in a sort of one-armed-hug and sat there thinking of the past few weeks.

"Do you think we'll find them?" Harry asked.

"I know we will one way or another. We'll get it out of that man." He promised.

"It just seems too easy. He's been too quiet and knowing him, he knows I've left Privet Drive, but he hasn't done anything about it. Not even the Daily Prophet has had an article on it. Plus, we're three days away from start of term." He whispered into Tom's chest.

Before Tom replied he noticed Narcissa stand by the door. He smiled to her to let her that Harry was okay. "Don't worry, all will be well" he hugged the boy tighter.

Narcissa was sat beside Lucius in another sitting room away from the others. Her hands were encased by his.

"Our boys are so grown up, Lucius," she began, "soon they will have their own lives and homes away from our own" she said, brokenheartedly.

"Oh, Narcissa. You musnt worry like this. You know they will not leave us so quickly. They are still very young, and we must enjoy the time we have with them." he said to her, moving his hand to caress her face.

"Of course. You're right" she said, before her face began to pale. "Oh, Merlin" she said, as she got up quickly and practically ran to the bathroom. Lucius trailed behind her.

"Narcissa?" The only answer he received was of his wife being violently ill. He walked inside and saw her face inside the toilet bowl. He gently took hold of her hair and moved it away from her face, resting on his knees beside her.

As she was sick a few more times, he kept rubbing gentle circles into the small of her back. He saw her begin to lift her head and kept hold of her hair again, brushing it away before conjuring a glass of water.

"Here" he handed it to her. She shakily got up with his help and gargled the water before spitting it out in the sink. She rinsed her mouth a few times and used a spell for fresh and clean breath.

She was practically boneless when Lucius picked her up bridal style and carried her to their room. On their way there they saw Draco drag Severus away.

"Father? Mother?!" Draco exclaimed, forgetting Severus for the moment.

"It's alright Dragon, she's just not feeling very well"

"Okay" he said and watched his father enter their room.

He turned back to Severus. Grabbed his hand and shoved him in the room. "Now, Uncle Sev, we need to talk about Harry."

Severus chuckled. "Go on."

"I know you and I know you won't hurt Harry but just know that if you do, I'll have you at the end of my wand, Tom's wand, my father's wand and my mother's wand" he threatened. He was glad to see Severus pale at the mention of his mother. She would flip if someone as much as thought about injuring her family.

"I understand" Severus replied.

Draco's stern look was replaced with a softer one as he jumped at the man and hugged him. "Good" Draco murmured; his head buried in his Godfather's chest.

Fred and George couldn't remember a time they had been this overjoyed before. They finally had someone that understood them. And their Uncles were very much like them; mischievousness and all. Fred was sat beside Fabian whereas George was sat beside Gideon, their namesakes.

"Do you remember when we cursed Molly's hair to flash green and purple for two weeks?" said Fabian.

"How could I not, she kept screaming about it?" Fabian laughed.

Fred and George were in awe. These were their heroes, the people they had always wanted to meet for tips on pranking and here they were.

"Can we stay here?" Fred blurted out, blushing.

"Yeah, we'd like to stay here with you guys" George continued.

Gideon and Fabian shared a look. "You think we'd let our nephews run off, now way. You'll stay right here under our tutelage" they said together, not unlike how Fred and George spoke.

"Thank you" they replied in union.

Dumbledore sat in office, holding a glowing red sphere. Angrily, he threw at the wall where it shattered into pieces.

"Damn that boy! How, in Merlin's name, did he get out?!"

Fawkes shrilled as he flew out of the way. He preened his feathers and watched the old man.

"I did every possible spell I could find to keep him with them! He must have had help. Who would help him?" he began to mutter to himself.

Unknown to anyone except Dumbledore, he had cast many spells to prevent Harry from leaving Privet Drive. He needed to keep Harry in the dark and if Harry questioned things to much, or asked about why Voldemort was killing off muggleborns and such, he knew Harry and his damnable curiosity of his could possibly figure out what he had been doing.

No, he needed to find and silence that boy. It had been amusing to see him fail every year and more so during fourth with the death of Cedric, who had gotten in the way, and then harry being tortured with a blood quill and believing to be responsible for his dearest Godfather's death.

It had been fun playing him, just as it had with Riddle. He briefly thought about visiting him, it had been a while, but decided against it. He needed to focus on finding the boy and fix any damage he may have created.

He knew Harry would return to Hogwarts; he had made sure that that was the only home Harry would have. He made sure the Dursleys had been paid for their services. Each year they were to worsen their treatment of him. He wondered just how far they had gone this year. Not that he cared; he just wondered if Harry would finally come to him for guidance and for him to be his mentor.

Harry would come to him, he had to. Both Ronald and Hermione had told him with utmost certainty that Harry trusted no adults but him. That he relied on his power and ability as Headmaster to keep him safe. When he did find the boy, he would keep him on a leash. He would know where he would go, when and with whom. He couldn't lose control of his pawn as he was now. It just wouldn't do.

With a malicious smile making its way onto his face, he conjured a quill and parchment, he penned a letter to Scrimgeour, asking him for the information on Harry's magic use in the past eight weeks and if there were signs of other magical presences in the house. Considering the Dursleys were Muggles, he knew they wouldn't show up.

Once he finished he looked at Fawkes and instructed him to give the letter to Rufus Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic. Fawkes squawked at him and slowly did as asked.

"Stupid bird…" Dumbledore mumbled.