When they arrived at the current residence of Harry and Alice (which was an abandoned church) Hard and Alice immediately began sorting through their backpacks speaking between themselves.

"Andy ain't gonna be happy 'bout an early order but it has to be done." Harry grumbled pulling out bags of a green plant looking thing, ignoring Fred and George completely.

"What I is that?" One twin asked, pointing to the plant filled bags.

"Names?" Harry asks, ignoring their question, he didn't have time for this.

"I am Fred! And he's George." The one on the right said, seemingly undeterred by Harry's less than kind attitude.

"Do you know how to use a knife?" Alice asks, his greasy hair pulled up into a ponytail with a frayed pony tail*.

Fred and George shrugged. "Um sure I guess?" The one on the left, George said, not seeming sure of his answer.

Alice threw them both knifes with they both caught with ease, starring at the jagged things with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

"Good, we've got some deliveries."

Fred and George looked behind to see Harry with a killer smile on his face.

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"Wait, so YOU'RE the Darks?" Fred asked as if he couldn't believe it(which he couldn't. I mean come on, they were 10.)

"Yup." Harry said, leading them past a passed out man with stringy blond hair.

"Wow! We thought you'd be some young brother and sister in your twenty's!" George exclaims, his eye bright.

Harry laughed, his dull green eyes lighting up.

"Nope, its just us. You need anything? We've got it. No problem. You should see Alice, one time thought this guy thought she'd be an easy target, you know, get what he wanted, beat her up and leave. Well, they guys STILL in the hospital."

Fred and George laughed. These two were fucking kickass, they could totally help with pranks at Hogwarts this year.

"You two are awesome! Hey, do you think you could get us some nitrogen monoxide?" George asked, trying to sound casual.

"Sure. We'll get it by sometime next week." Alice said, shrugging her thin shoulders.

"Wicked." They say simultaneously, grinning wickedly at each other.

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Ten deliveries later they were headed back towards their 'place.'

Harry grabbed an old worn notebook from under a floorboard and stuffed it in his worn black coat that was full of pockets he had bought it cheap, from a thrift store. Everything he owned was second hand, except for his leather book. That, was his.

Once all their belongings were gathered they followed the twins back to the leaky cauldron, their eyes scanning the area wildly, like a caged animal.

"Question," Fred started.

"Why did you leave your knifes," George continued.

"If you were just going to,"

"Get another one?" They finished together.

"Give your mum a peace of mind. She still thinks we're dangerous but we can't go on runs without a dagger or something. We'd be killed." Harry muttered, rolling his eyes.  Parents could be stupidly protective sometimes.

"Wicked." Both (red head) twins said smiling.

Harry shrugged, he didn't get what was so wicked about death.

(Yes I did chapter 3 before chapter 2 sue me)