The calm and quiet of our fort was interrupted by loud growling and thuds from the hallway, the three of us were instantly on edge as we ran to the hallway. Out in the hall was Storm battling both the twins and totally dominating over the two. 

Against any other the twins would've had the advantage, but Storm's red eye and green eye were glowing with excitement at the challenge posed by the trickster imps. Storm fought in a mixture of a wild animal and weapons master, erratic and emotional while still controlled and calculated. Fluid through forms and the magic or fighting complexes of the creatures he chose. 

The twins were a mask of confidence, trickery and playfulness. They build pranks and gadgets on the fly and made the most unpredictable fighting strategies. George spent most of the fight hovering in the air, making pranks or swooping down at Storm. Fred was more sturdy on his feet and liked a more physical fight, but still managed to make hi pranks and deploy them. 

"Give. It. Back." Storm snarled, voice low and menacing. He spread demon wings wide and used dark demon features currently. 

Both twins giggled at the angry display, "No," THey challenged with raised eyebrows. 

Me and my mate shared a glance. "What is going on here?" Draco questioned the three fighting creatures. 

Storm let out a growl of frustration, "They took my book!" 

"And you'll never find it!" Fred taunted spurring them back to fighting. 

"Shall we take care of this mess?" Echo asked us, not really a question and more a statement. 

I sighed, "I'll take Storm, Echo you take George and Draco go after Fred." With that we went after each creature. 

I tackled Storm in the form of a abnormally large jaguar, successfully pinning him to the floor and attempting to pull him out of a fighting frenzy that was likely to happen if any more skinwalkers were pulled into the fight. Skinwalkers were prone to love fighting and the challenge that comes with it. 

Shadowy forms came out of the shadows and grabbed George, holding him down, before Fred could free him with a prank he was pinned down by Echo in a small dragon form. 

Storm, who lost his battle frenz, stopped struggling and I let him up. 

"Ok, who has the book?" I growled lowly at the two. 

They slightly paled at the angry growl, "I have it," Fred muttered. Echo let him up and he reached upwards to the high ceiling. There, stuck to the roof, was Storm's book. Fred dropped it down with his gravity powers. 

It made a slow descent into Storm's hands who clutched the book to his chest. Before he did I caught a glimpse of the cover. Hell Followed With Us. The cover had a person with six wings and a bleeding heart design. 

I'd never read it, but I could tell that it was one of his favorites. With his prized possession he tucked it away and changed into hyena, the creature of laughter, just to taunt the twins. He stalked off to his room. 

"Come on my mates," Draco said in his haunting voice. Echo and I went after him. Draco went to one of the farther towers that I used the least. We reached the top of the tower and Draco pushed the door open, there, three flowers grew. Each stood about four feet currently, was covered in thorns, and had black purple petals. In the center tendrils grew from the flowers, and were a soft red. 

"These," Draco said, smiling softly and sounding proud of himself. "Are Lirax flowers, they grow from Death auras and love connections, they have the unique ability to read emotions and glow with a person's emotions." He paused briefly, "I want to connect our emotions to the Lirax flowers," 

Echo was smiling brightly and excitedly, they both looked adorably happy. "Of course Draco," I purred out. 

Both got really bright looks on their face and approached a Lirax, Draco to the left, Echo to the right and leaving the center flower to me. I followed Draco's instructions and gently placed my hand on the center of the flower. The red tendrils closed around my hand as the petals began to give off a low glow that got steadily brighter before releasing my hand. 

The glow of my flower was a pale yellow mixed with pits of fuschia and bright blue. Echo's flower held the same pale yellow mixed with bits of fuschia. Draco's flower was dominated by fuschia with bits of pale yellow and and a brighter yellow. 

"Here," Draco said as he handed both of us card, the card was covered in different colors and what emotion they translated to. 

The fuschia was love, the pale yellow was awe, the bright blue was pride and the bright yellow was excitement. The flowers shifted to a bright fuschia as we embraced and I place a kiss on either boys cheak. 

Before to much love could be spread around, the walls of the Prison shook violently. Instantly I was on edge and protective of my mates. 

'What's going on!' I mentally yelled to the Horrors. 

Bellatrix was the one who answered, 'Your fathers aren't very happy about your response.' 

"My fathers are here," I whispered out, I was expecting them soon, but not right away. 

Two gasps came from Echo and Draco, who were then sprung into motion. We were off to the main roof that could house large groups and was better for a bigger attack. 

When we arrived at the roof Storm was there ahead of us and a large group of the Horrors, most of the older Skinwalkers, and the group who originally sided with me. 

Tom floated atop a dementor plume while James had leathery dragon wings growing out of his back. 

"Hades! Storm!" Tom yelled, before continuing in a calmer tone, "Stop fooling around and come back with us." 

"Never gonna happen!" Storm and I snarled in defiance. 

"We know what you plan to do with us," Storm spat in anger. 

I leveled a dark glare at our fathers, "There is no way we're going with you willingly," 

"And neither is anyone else here," Storm finished. 

'Let's fucking do this!' My creature side snarled in delight at the future bloodshed. 

I'm really not sure where to go with this story, so please give some ideas. Hope you like it.

- Azri out!