SirensCall

No Longer the Lost, No Longer the Same

Reserved for AutumnFrost It felt like it had been years since Bill and Fleur's wedding, but the truth of it was, it had been months, two months to be exact, but it didn't change the fact that everything had changed. Just a week earlier, news of two witches turning the Muggle Born Registration Commission into a battlefield that allowed them to escape had filtered into the Order. But that wasn't the curious part, not at all. What was curious was the fact that just the next day, Remus Lupin had found files of the two girls that Albus Dumbledore had left behind himself. They were important, from the details, and from what the Order had gathered, Death Eaters were hot on the witches' heels as well. So, after a few hours of heavy debate, Fred and George were assigned the task with their elder brother, Charlie, to find these strangers and bring them to the Order. There they would be offered protection, food, company, and when the time was right, the Order would ask these girls one thing. To help with the war effort. It had been no secret that it was going to be a hard task for the three Weasley men, but Fred and George were glad for the tips they had and one other big thing. One vital detail. They had Charlie. Fred And George may have been notorious for pranks and trying to keep a good air about, but they were damn good wizards. Now, we're they good with tracking, or good in forests full of creatures they didn't know, or tracking in said forests. Sadly, they were no experts there, but Charlie was a dragon trainer for Merlin's sake! That had to count for something. Still the last nearly two weeks had been wearing on the twins.as they roughed it through the dense brush with their brother. They were dirty, scratched ad bruised. And frustrated. "How snatchers caught these two to begin with is beyond me." Fred grumbled as he swatted flies from his face. "No kidding, Freddy." George agreed, "We are way smarter and more clever than those trolls." The identical heads of fiery hair moved almost in sync as they walked on. They had gotten a tip the previous night that the girls were likely to be in this forest, but it was huge! Fred peered forward to Charlie, who the twins gladly allowed to take point, and ran his fingers through his hair. George spoke, "I wonder what is so special about them. The files really just gave us names and pictures." Fred gave a nod, "No kidding. They have to be barmey to wander into places like this." George sighed, "Not to mention they are probably manic, if the Ministry got turned upside down when they escaped." "Upheavals. Good for news, bad for.whoever caused them." Fred said, his eyes falling onto George's lack of an ear. He still felt guilty for it, but he couldn't do anything about it now. He quickly looked ahead, seeing that they were losing light quickly. George let out a disgruntled groan as he nearly tripped over a root. "Charlie, you think we're close?" He.took note at how Fred rubbed his left side. They had a run in with some snatchers a few days prior and Fred had.gotten the wrong end of a hex. Granted, the three outwitted and out did the snatchers, having had them off their trail for a while now. Still, there was no way these witches had been hidden this well if they didn't know ahead of time or something. All it felt like was a circle, that they had been walking in circles, but soon Fred heard water. "D'you hear that?" George nodded. "A river? Perhaps they have taken to it. Or relatively nearby. Need water for a lot of things." Their frustration had made their normal banter dull out, and George gave a hopeful look to Charlie. Please say he actually had a good idea. Not that the good ones weren't all his, but he was blind when it came to this stuff. Please say they were close , for the love of Merlin's beard.