Previously on Weekend Warrior:

"Achoo!" George sneezed into his hand and nearly dropped his wand...

...Oh what a person could see if they but altered their perceptions ever so slightly...

..."My hand is cramping." George spoke through his grinding teeth.

"Okay." Fred answered. George lowered his wand and Ron floated down from the ceiling.

And now...

"You nearly dropped me." Ron grumbled under his breath.

"I couldn't help it now could I." George was massaging the muscles of his hand. "Levitating a feather is hard enough."

"Shh. Be quite you two." Fred whispered. He was still listening at the door.

"What are they saying?" Hermione asked.

"I Can't tell. It's just a lot of mumbles."

She was worried. "Perhaps we should go in and make sure he's alright."

"Yeah." Fred's voice was tinged with doubt. "I'm beginning to think that's not such a bad idea. George?"

"Right." His twin agreed to go with.

"I'm coming too." Hermione said.

"No, Mione." Ron was quick to stop her. "You stay here."

"But..."

"Hey I don't want to be alone with a stranger in the house." He smiled weakly. "You can protect me." She couldn't help a tiny smile herself.

"Let's go then." Fred and George disappeared from the doorway.

Upon arriving in the other room Fred and George were surprised to discover only Harry standing there alone. "Where... er... is Ron?" George asked.

"You mean the imposter."

"..." The twins just fidgeted uncomfortably.

"It's alright. It's me Harry. The real Harry." That obviously wasn't good enough. "You gave me the marauders map." They breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened to... you know."

"I had a suspicion that, whoever that was, he wanted me to tell him where Tonks was." Harry sat down. "Either that or he kidnapped her and just needed find out how much I knew." Harry bit his lip. Or else..." He stopped short but mentally finished. "Or else he wanted the journal."

"Or else what?" The twins joined him on the couch.

"Nothing."

Fred was puzzled and so was George for a moment before he spoke up. "What do we have to do to prove that we are who we say we are?"

"Oh come on!" Fred looked back and forth between the other two. "You don't seriously think... But there couldn't be two of them in the house." Now even his own twin was eyeing him suspiciously. "Could there?" His voice cracked.

Before Harry or George could respond Hermione poked her head around the corner. "Alright to come in?" She said. "I used a mirror to peek around the corner."

"It's alright. Come in." Harry answered. "Ron too." Ron and Hermione scooted in as cautious as church mice then took a seat. "Fred and George here were just about to prove that they are in fact Fred and George."

"Goodness." Hermione gasped. "Is that necessary? Harry what's going on? Was that Tonks?"

"No. Of course not." Harry snapped at her.

"It's a valid question." Ron rebuked him defensively.

"Sorry, Hermione. I'm just a little tired and confused myself. But..." He was about to talk about Tonks again and had to stop himself. "Would you please just humor me first? Just do that for a friend without question?"

"What do you want me to do?" She didn't like the way that sounded.

"You botched a potion in second year and it had a certain side affect. What did it do?"

"Harry!" Her eyes darted to Fred and George.

"Please." He requested this one favor patiently.

Hermoine became suddenly fascinated with the folds at the tail of her shirt. "It turned me into a freakish cat-person." Fred and George's eyebrows shot up at the same time and big grins lit up their faces.

"With a tail." Ron added, smiling at the memory.

"Thank you." Harry knew she would have preferred to keep that secret buried. Now it was his turn. "We used a time tuner to rescue Buckbeak and Sirius. He called you the brightest witch of your age." The twins were confused but Hermione nodded. "Ron's already been tested. That just leaves..."

Sigh. "Alright." Fred resigned. "George and I tried to ride a broom without Mum and Dad knowing because we were too young at the time. Anyway I tried to mount it at the same time that I said 'up'." Harry and Ron winced and crossed their legs.

"That was a secret?" George asked.

"Well of course it was. Why would you ask..." Fred's eyes went wide. "Who did you tell?!"

"I don't know. Loads of people. I thought everyone knew by now."

Hermione was nodding. "You told me."

"I haven't told anyone you wet the bed till you were eight." George offered. "Why don't you use that?"

Fred was becoming irate. "Because you just said it you idiot!"

"Hey don't call me an idiot! I was only trying to help!"

"That's fine! That's fine!" Harry put his hands up. "I think we can safely assume that the two of you are indeed Fred and George."

"Great!" Ron threw up his hands as well. "Now would someone please explain to me why someone, who may or may not be Tonks, is pretending to be me and why I had to hide on the ceiling."

"And where she's been?" Hermione continued for him. "Why did she turn up now? Shouldn't we notify the others at the Ministry?"

"I told you." Harry was getting defensive again. "That wasn't Tonks. It couldn't have been. She was in no condition to pull something like that off."

"Condition?" George asked. "What condition?"

"Yeah." Said Fred. "And how did you get rid of that..." He waved a hand over his face. "The other guy?"

"Well, like I was saying..." Harry repeated himself for the sake of Ron and Hermione who came in late. "He either wanted me to tell him where Tonks was or he himself had kidnapped her and wanted to know how much I knew about it. Understand?"

Everyone was leaning toward Harry and trying to understand. "So I lied and told him that she mentioned something about going to Hogsmead. He said I should wait here incase she came back and then took off."

"But..." Ron voiced the question they were all thinking. "That means you did speak to her then? When was this? She was here?"

Harry slowly leaned back into his chair. Then, just as slowly, he let his head fall on the back rest so that he was now staring at the ceiling. He took his time contemplating what they knew so far, what he knew, and how much he should tell. "Yes." He finally answered. "I woke up early this morning because I couldn't sleep..."

A few minutes later. "...and then I heard Ron's voice downstairs and I knew something was wrong." The room was silent for a few beats. "That's it. The rest you know." More silence.

"Right." Hermione flopped her hands down on her lap and looked suddenly determined. "We have to think quickly. That imposter must have surely realized by now that Tonks isn't at Hogsmead."

"If he has kidnapped her." Harry said hanging his head. "Then I've just made a huge mistake in letting him go." No one knew what to say to that.

"Well that's..." Ron started. "Let's assume for the moment that he didn't."

"Yeah." Said Fred. "I don't think he would have stuck around if he had."

"Harry are you sure?" Hermione took a chance in asking. Harry looked like he knew what she meant and might explode if she finished. "Well I'm only asking because metamorphs are rare. Tonks is the only one I've ever met."

"I don't know I..." He was shaking his head. He wanted to explain but he couldn't put a finger on it himself. "I just know it wasn't her."

"Harry." George was sort of wincing a little as though he didn't want to break it to him. "You do realize that we have anti-intruder charms in place all over the house. Only certain people are allowed in. Even if they could get in we'd know about it. The thing of it is just, well only certain people are cleared to enter. The Weasley's, Hermione, you, Lupin and Tonks."

Harry did know. He just hadn't thought of that. "That makes no sense." Was all he had to say. "That makes no sense at all. Why would Tonks do that?" He shook his head again. "No. She wouldn't. She couldn't. Why?"

"Alright then," Ron began. "We'll assume it wasn't her for now. But that just opens up more questions."

"I for one want to know why no one's gotten back from the Ministry." Said Fred. "Even if they hadn't been given Harry's message they should be back by now. And, come to think of it, that imposter would be back by now as well. I Guess he thought you just didn't know where she is."

"Hold that thought!" Hermione said as she dashed to the kitchen and came back with the pen and pad that was used earlier. She started scribbling down notes. "We need to get organized. We have to adopt a systematic approach to this mystery. Now Harry let's get back to the journal, seeing as that's the clue that hasn't been examined completely."

"No wait!" Ron jumped up and pointed at Harry. He appeared to have had a revelation. "You asked the Ministry to send someone over!"

"Yeah. I wasn't sure they heard though. Why?"

"You said it was an emergency!"

"Of course. What are you getting at?"

Ron dropped his hand and beamed brightly as he looked around at the others. "Well don't you see?" They did not but he thought it was obvious. "Intruder charms are disabled for Ministry officials if it's an emergency!" Everyone was shocked. First because they all realized it was true and second because Ron had figured it out before Hermione.

"Yes! Way to go, Ron." Harry was thrilled to have a major part of the evidence against Tonks dismissed. Ron was just thrilled.

"But that would mean..." Hermione pondered once the initial shock had passed.

"If it's not Tonks..." Said George.

"It would be someone from the Ministry." Fred completed the thought. The muscle in Harry's jaw began to twitch.

"Shacklebolt." He thought. "But how could he? Even if he had the time to mix a polyjuice potion, his voice..."

"His voice!" Harry shouted aloud. He looked to the others. "You can't reproduce someone's voice with a polyjuice potion. I know. Ron and I used it once and we couldn't disguise the voices just right." His eyes lit up knowingly. "And neither could Tonks."

"How do you know that?" Fred had to ask because he never really noticed. Neither had Harry until just now.

"I saw it in the journal. Before she left for work that day she was trying to convince your father that she could impersonate an older man. But the voice wasn't right. She had to grunt to cover. The um the other guy had the voice dead on. I would have sworn it was Ron."

"Then how...?" Hermione dropped her head into the same hand that held the pen. "How could anyone get it right?" No one knew the answer to that. Still not looking up she mumbled grimly, "Harry I think you'd better leave." Finally Hermoine raised her head and locked eyes with him. "The only way to find her now is to figure out what happened five days ago. And you can't stay here to do that. You need to find a safe place before anyone comes back from the Ministry."

"Will you all be safe if they do?"

Fred, George, Hermione, and Ron exchanged a conversation without a single word needing to be said. "No."