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Family Means More Than Blood	By : WingsofaDream Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 59826 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its associated characters are property of J K Rowling, not me. This story is not being written for profit, just for the lols.

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Okay, so I'm gonna guess that a lot of people skip over this part where I talk a little bit because about 3 people have all asked me the same question now which I address in the note in Chapter One (which means it's still there and isn't deleted on a weekly bases). I'm gonna say it again now just because I'm getting kinda sick of people asking having obviously not read the Chapter One note.

Harry and Draco are two years older in this fic than in canon which is why they're the same age as Fred and George. No one else is younger, it's just Harry and Draco who are older. I make that very clear in the first chapter. Why have I done that? Because it makes my time-line make more sense.

Now, if anyone else, in the future, asks that question, I'm just gonna bluntly tell them to look at the first chapter. Rude? Yes, probably, but when you make the effort to write an author's note and people just completely ignore it then you start getting irritated -_-

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11th August 1990: Midday

With a loud crack, Harry and his father appeared several feet away from the Weasley's family home. The boy's legs felt rather wobbly beneath him as they usually did when he Apparated. He used the firm figure of Severus to remain upright, clinging to the man's arm tightly until he felt confident enough to let his legs fully support him once again.

A week or so prior, the twins had written to Harry and invited him along with them and the rest of their family on an outing to a Muggle zoo. The idea of going anywhere outside the Wizarding world instantly caught Harry's attention but he was at first reluctant to accept the invitation, feeling guilty about the fact he would be leaving his father on his own for most of that day. However, he had soon been assured that the Potions Master would find the time by himself useful as there were several potions he needed to brew which needed his undivided attention. That had helped with Harry's decision to accept the offer but he still felt obscurely guilty. True, he had spent the day away from his father before but that had been with Lucius and Draco and that had made it different somehow, though he could not decently explain why.

"Are you sure you'll be all right on your own today, Father?" Harry checked for the dozenth time that week.

"I have spent days on my own and survived to tell the tale before, Haryon." Severus pointed out as they started forward, towards the front door of the Burrow.

"I know, I just...I just don't want you to get lonely I guess."

"I'm not one for loneliness." He told Harry and the boy held back a snort at that; total lie. "But on the rare occasions I do fall foul to such sentimental clap-trap, I merely have to remind myself that you will not be gone forever. It will only be a few hours until I arrive to take you back home."

Harry said nothing to that, partly as they had reached the Weasley's front door which Severus had just knocked on and also because there was not much he could say to that. The man beside him had a point; he would only be with the Weasleys for five, six hours maximum. He would be back home before he knew it. If there was anything he felt a desire to comment on however it was calling loneliness "sentimental clap-trap". That was a bit harsh in Harry's opinion.

A few moments after Severus had knocked on the Weasley's door, it swung inwards to reveal the smiling pair of Fred and George, neither looking the least bit intimidated by the presence of Snape. That did make sense though; how can you be afraid of someone when you know they have a major sweet-tooth and still enjoy the odd cuddle with their twelve year old son?

"Harry." George greeted him cheerfully, wearing a bright yellow knitted jumper with a big blue G in the middle.

"And Professor Snape." Fred greeted Harry's father, wearing a bright blue knitted jumper with a big yellow F in the middle.

"Come on in." They both invited together, stepping clear of the door so that the father and son could enter.

Harry led the way, pulling his father in by the hand.

The Burrow, Harry noted to himself, was not that much larger than his and his father's cottage which was surprising considering there were a lot more people living in this house than in his father's cottage. However, it was a lot lighter and brighter than his home. The scent of fresh baking tickled his nose pleasantly, little nick-knacks were placed everywhere, on one of the big comfy-looking arm chairs there was some floating knitting needles which were knitting by themselves and the whole area was just bright and seemed filled with light. A huge contrast to his own house which usually smelt of old potions, was so uncluttered and neat it could have been a hotel and was also dark even when sun light streamed in through the windows in the middle of the day.

"Mum?" George called into the house suddenly, causing Harry to wince slightly as he was standing right next to the ginger haired boy.

"Dad?" Fred called out afterwards, luckily far away enough from Harry to not hurt his ears.

A few seconds of nothing passed before Mrs Weasley came scurrying out of the kitchen, wiping her hands off on her apron and Mr Weasley came down the stairs, having previously been upstairs. Harry was rather surprised with the appearances of the two Weasley parents as he had seldom seen anyone dressed as they were. Being brought up in the environment that he had, around the people that he had, it was a rare thing for him to see any adult in anything other than formal, expensive robes and clothes usually either in black or some other dark shade. The Weasley parents however were dressed in a way which Harry would describe as more comfortable than aesthetically pleasing. It suited them both though; he did not think expensive robes would look right on them, just as the clothes Mr Weasley was wearing would not look right on his own father.

"Harry, Professor Snape, this is our mum and dad." Fred introduced the two adults cheerfully, gesturing towards them as they came to a stop a few feet away from Harry and his father.

"Mum, Dad, this is Harry and his dad Professor Snape." George introduced the two dark haired males.

"It's very nice to meet you both." Harry told Mr and Mrs Weasley politely while his father gave them a small inclination of his head.

"It's very nice to meet you too, Harry." Mrs Weasley returned in a motherly way.

"Hope you're looking forward to today, Harry." Mr Weasley said to him afterwards, shaking his hand in greeting.

"Very much, Sir, I've never been anywhere in the Muggle world before." Harry answered, allowing only a small amount of his enthusiasm to be shown, ever mindful of the lessons his father and godfather had tried to teach him, at least when he was around one of them.

"Well, we'll be having a bit of lunch before we leave." Mrs Weasley told him as she stepped to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder before tilting her head up to look at Severus. "Would you care to join us for a while?"

"Thank you for the offer but I have things I have to do." Severus told her politely and that made Harry smile to himself; the man's natural reaction to anyone was to be mean and snarky, so to treat the Weasley's with such courtesy was intentional and most likely done for his sake. "I'll see you later on, Haryon." His father told him and Harry made sure to reach out to hold him back before he could make his quick retreat.

"Have a good day, Father." Harry wished as he stood up on tip-toes.

Severus recognised his son's actions and leaned down dutifully to accept the kiss on the cheek. With that done, he straightened up, gave a stiff nod to the present Weasleys and then turned to leave. He passed through the front doorway again, shutting it behind him, officially leaving Harry with the family of red-heads for the afternoon.

The dark haired boy looked after where his father had left until he felt two pairs of hands on each of his arms. Snapping himself out of his stare, Harry turned his head to look at the two twins standing either side of him grinning playfully.

"C'mon Harry." Fred urged as they both dragged him along towards the stairs.

"We'll show you our bedroom." George added.

"Just one minute, you two." Mrs Weasley's voice stopped them in their tracks.

The three twelve year olds stopped and turned to look at the husband and wife behind them.

"At least let Harry get out of his cloak and shoes first."

"Fine."

"We'll help."

And with that, the two twins began to help Harry out of his outdoor clothes, one working on the clasps of his cloak while the other worked on the laces of his boots. They made such a fuss over it though that soon the three boys were all giggling uncontrollably, Harry losing his balance when it came to taking off his boots which only made them all laugh even more. It was then that Mrs Weasley shook her head at the performance and retreated back into the kitchen to continue with making lunch. Meanwhile Mr Weasley went upstairs when there was a frightened scream from one person and then an angry cry of Fred and George's name from another person.

That also drew Harry's attention and he calmed himself enough to speak: "What was that?"

"Darling Ronnie-kins must've found the spider we planted on his pillow."

"Fake spider of course."

"Though enchanted to look and act real." George grinned.

"Oh, you mean that one Bill sent you for your birthday?" Harry laughed as they all got back onto his feet. He received no answer though as just after he had spoken, several footsteps came down the stairs.

Moments later, Mr Weasley, Charlie, Percy and a much smaller red-haired boy with a flushed face, who Harry guessed was most likely Ron, came swinging around the corner. Curiously, Percy looked rather wet which produced a few snickers from Fred and George. Seeing the empty glass in Ron's hand, it was more than likely that its contents had somehow ended up on Percy's head.

"You two are completely insufferable!" Percy yelled angrily, stomping right up to the twins.

"Oh c'mon Percy, it was only a joke and it's not their fault that you were standing behind Ron when he threw his hands up and his water went flying over his shoulder." Charlie pointed out, obviously amused by the situation but doing the mature thing of staying as neutral as possible.

"You would say that! All you ever do is encourage them! And that sort of behaviour should be stopped, not encouraged." Percy snapped at his older brother before turning back to look at the still smirking twins. "And you two need to grow up! Honestly, the way you both behave is shameful to this family!"

"Hey, that's a bit much!" Fred protested

"More like you're a shame on this family!" George snapped, supporting his twin.

"Yeah, you're such a boring stick in the mud!"

"And you walk like you've got a stick up your bum!"

Harry tried desperately to bite back the bark of laughter that threatened to escape him upon hearing that. He liked Percy, he had nothing against him and he did often think it was a little unfair how often the twins pulled pranks on him. Still, the twins might have a point with the whole "stick up the bum" thing. Laughing would only make things so much worse though. World War III looked to be on the verge of breaking out in the Weasley's living room at that moment and neither Percy nor Fred and George needed any more provocation. Harry noted that, quite wisely, both Charlie and Ron had retreated into the kitchen with their mum; he really wished he was in there with them.

Luckily, Mr Weasley was there to keep the peace and stop the blood-shed. "Okay, okay, let's just all calm down now, shall we?" The easy-going man suggested calmly, stepping in between the angry Percy and the annoyed twins. "There's no need to get so worked up, Percy." He told his third eldest before turning to look at the twins. "And your mother and I have already told you two about playing tricks on your brothers." The man said with a barest hint of a scowl on his face. "Now I want you two to apologise to your older brother."

"Sorry Percy." The twins said in unison, not sounding the least bit sorry and the annoyed glared remaining on their faces.

"There, that's it then, all better." Mr Weasley said cheerfully as he patted the still scowling Percy on the back. "Now, what do you all say to having some lunch, eh?" That got no verbal reply but that might have been because no one saw the necessity of one rather than it being because everyone was too worked up to humour their father. The ginger haired man seemed completely un-phased however and just cheerfully strolled off into the kitchen followed moments later by Percy.

"Never a dull moment in this house then." Harry joked in an attempt to lighten the mood of the Weasley twins. It worked well enough as soon the two identical boys were grinning back.

"Not with us around at least." Fred chuckled proudly.

"C'mon, let's get something to eat and we'll introduce you to Ronnie-kins and Ginny." George said as he and Fred each grabbed one of Harry's arms each and began to drag him over to the door-way into the kitchen.

The three boys entered the crowded kitchen to be confronted with the sight of chaos: Mrs Weasley was admirably trying to cook something on the stove while also trying to deal with Ron who kept moaning on about something; a small girl, who Harry guessed was Ginny, sat on the counter next to her mum with a glass of pumpkin juice in her hand; Percy sat at the kitchen table, still looking rather cheesed off with the entire family; Charlie was obviously helping his mum with the cooking as he was busy peering into the oven; and Mr Weasley was just sort of hovering around, not appearing to be doing anything. Maybe calling it chaos was a bit much but it certainly was very busy.

"Hey Harry, wanna biscuit?" Fred offered from where he and his twin brother were over by the counter Ginny was on and was also where the biscuit barrel rested.

"No you two, no biscuits, not this close to lunch." Mrs Weasley ordered over her shoulder, finally free from Ron who had obviously given up trying to tell her whatever he had originally been trying to before.

As far as Harry was concerned, that was the end of the matter. However, as soon as Mrs Weasley had turned her back again, the twins were upon the biscuit barrel, completely ignoring her direct order, unscrewing the lid and quickly taking out a couple of biscuits each. Then, almost as an after thought, George reached back into it and pulled out another biscuit which he quickly and discreetly handed to Ginny.

"Harry, this is our little sister Ginny," George told the dark haired boy as the youngest Weasley accepted the illegal biscuit.

"Hi." She greeted Harry somewhat shyly, with a small wave which Harry returned along with a warm smile.

"And our darling little Ronnie-poo who we've already told you so much about." Fred introduced the youngest male Weasley as he went to walk past them, pinching the younger boy's cheek affectionately.

"Get off me!" Ron ordered irritably, going to smack his brother's hand away but moving too slow.

Harry smiled at the antics of the two boys before giving Ron a friendly smile, drawing the boy's attention to him. "I've heard a lot about you, Ron; it's nice to finally be able to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too." Ron returned a little awkwardly, apparently making a conscious effort to keep his eyes anywhere but on Harry's face.

"Is something wrong?" Harry asked innocently, not understanding why the boy, who was only a little shorter than himself despite being two years younger, was so reluctant to look him in the face.

"Um, well, no, there's nothing wrong. I was, uh, I was just wondering if..."

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering if maybe I could see your scar?"

All movement in the kitchen stopped at that moment as every occupant in the kitchen turned to stare aghast at the two boys of similar height, each horrified at the request. Harry was merely surprised though and he blinked a couple of time, unsure of how to react to that request. It seemed a little...Well, it seemed a little strange to him, being asked to show someone the scar Voldemort had given him. It had never happened before, not even in the beginning when he had first defeated the Dark Lord and the entire Wizarding population of Great Britain seemed to have Harry-fever. What surprised him even more was the reaction of the Weasley family to the request. It was all a bit weird but he saw no harm in granting Ron's request.

"Erm, sure, okay." Harry said somewhat nervously as he lifted his long fringe from where it was intentionally brushed to one side so that it would cover said scar.

Ron's eyes widened at the sight of it and he leaned a little closer as if there was some hidden detail there that needed closer examination. "Wicked."

"Leave the senseless gawking for when we get to the zoo, eh Ron?" Charlie chided him easily after another few seconds of the youngest male Weasley doing nothing but staring intently at Harry's forehead.

That seemed to be enough to remind Ron of his manners as he instantly dropped his gaze and went back to not knowing where to look. "Sorry." He mumbled uncomfortably.

"Doesn't matter." Harry assured with a smile, obviously succeeding in reassuring the younger boy as he lifted his eyes and gave a small, tentative smile of his own.

"Harry, dear, is pumpkin juice all right with your lunch?" Mrs Weasley asked then, obviously wanting to move them off of the subject they had just been on and get things back to normal.

"Pumpkin juice would be just fine, Mrs Weasley, thank you." Harry assured politely much to the amusement of Fred and George.

"Such wonderful manners." Mrs Weasley praised with a bright smile before she shot a small frown at Fred and George who were pinching yet more biscuits. "Merlin knows why you two can't be more like him."

"Be fair, Mum." George protested before quickly stuffing a biscuit into his mouth.

"Yeah. Harry grew up with Snape as his father." Fred pointed out.

"It's a miracle that he even has a sense of humour."

"Oi, do you mind? That's my father you're talking about." Harry reminded with a light frown, not appreciating the negative comments aimed at the man who had raised him.

In reaction to that, Fred slapped George around the back of the head none too gently, earning a cry from the assaulted twin. "Hey! What was that for?"

"You have all the sensitivity of a troll with tooth ache sometimes." Fred hissed to his brother, scolding him for being so careless with his words.

"That's enough of that boys." Mrs Weasley told them as she nudged herself between them, partly to separate them but also because she needed to set the pie in her hands on the table. Once it had been carefully placed down, she stood up straight with her hands on her hips, looking rather pleased. "All right, you can all sit down now; it's time to eat."

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11th August 1990: Afternoon

By mid-afternoon, Harry found himself agreeing with the opinion of Mr Weasley full-heartedly; Muggles really were the most fascinating people. The clothes they wore were so strange and the things that some of them had with them, especially the children. In fact, they had passed a family where the daughter had an odd sort of rectangular box in her hands which made a lot of noise and which seemed to totally absorb her attention. Very odd in Harry's opinion; fascinating, but odd.

Another thing about Muggles that Harry had noticed is that they appeared to be incredibly stupid in some cases. Not all of them, but quite a few of them. For example, when they had been looking at the monkeys (something Fred and George took great delight in) there had been a family a few feet away from where they had been standing, also looking at the monkeys. However, those Muggles had not just been looking, they had been poking their hands through the bars and holding out pieces of the various snacks they were eating when there was a sign directly next to them saying "please do not feed the animals". Such a blatant disregard for a rule could only mean that either the Muggles were too stupid to read a sign, too blind to see the sign or obnoxious enough to just totally ignore the sign. None of those were particularly desirable qualities.

On the animal front though, everything the family and Harry had seen so far that day had been wonderful. They had been to the aviary, seen the giraffes, watched the lions sleep off their lunch, walked through the aquarium three times, hurried through the area where all the insects and spiders were on display at Ron's insistence and, of course, spent more than their fair share of time looking at the primates. It was where they were at the moment which was Harry's favourite place however; the reptile house.

Maybe it was because he had spent so much time around Wyverns who were more reptile than anything else or maybe it was because he had been brought up in a family of Slytherins, but Harry had always liked reptiles more than any other species. He liked their skin, he liked the googly eyes of iguanas, he liked the flickey tongues of snakes and he liked the fact that if a lizard got its tail chopped off, it would grow another one. Reptiles were just fascinating creatures in Harry's opinion and he could quite happily spend the entire day just watching them barely moving.

Because that was what they were doing; barely moving.

In fact, the python that Harry was currently watching had not moved for the whole of the eight and a half minutes that Harry had been in the area though he had only been watching it for the past four minutes or so. It was such a beautiful creature that Harry did not miss the fact that the snake had not moved. Despite being totally captivated with the creature behind the glass in front of him, he was still aware of where the Weasley family was. He could hear Fred and George giggling like hyaenas somewhere a bit further away and out of the corner of his eye he could see where Mr Weasley was wandering around with Ginny sitting on his shoulders.

Abruptly, Harry's attention was completely taken away from the lovely python when a rather fat boy shoved him aside and stuck his face right up to glass. "Why isn't it doing anything? Make it do something!" The fat boy demanded as whale of a man came up behind him along with a stick thin, rather pompous looking woman.

The fat man banged on the glass a couple of times. "Oi, wake up!" He ordered the snake and Harry rolled his eyes at the sight. Idiotic Muggle; like a snake is really going to listen to someone so grotesquely common.

"He's boring." The little fat boy muttered as he flounced away from the tank, heading off to torment some other poor creature no doubt.

"Damn Mugglesss. Ssshould be put in a cage themssselvesss, sssee how thhhey like it." Harry muttered to himself as he resumed his previous position, glaring after the podgy little idiot.

"I sssooo totallllly agree." A hissed voice answered him, causing Harry to turn his head quickly. To his great surprise, he saw that the python had now raised its head and was looking at Harry curiously.

"Erm...Did you jussst sssay sssomethhhing?" Harry asked uncertainly, unaware that the words that came out of his mouth were anything but English.

"Yesss, I did." The snake confirmed, bobbing its head a little before tilting it to the side in a gesture of confusion which seemed far to human for Harry's liking. "I never knew thhhat you lot could talk; no one ever hasss before."

"Oh, well, I, uh, I didn't know that sssnakesss could talk eithhher." Harry admitted unsurely, glancing around himself quickly to see if anyone else had noticed the strange talking snake.

"It'sss niccce to talk to sssomeone again. Being ssstuck in here all day can get quite lonely." The snake told him somewhat forlornly, uncurling and slithering further towards the glass, further towards Harry.

"I can imagine." Harry agreed sympathetically. "It sssaysss here that you're originally from Brazzzil. Wasss it niccce there? Do you missss your family?"

The snake merely inclined its head to the sign by the tank that Harry had never noticed before reading "Bred in Captivity".

"Oh, I sssee."

"Probably for the bessst. At leassst I cannot missss what I'vvve never known. Ssstill, I would like to go there sssomeday or anywhere really; jussst so long asss I can be free."

"Yesss, I imagine it'sss not that much fun to have people pressssing their big, ugly facccesss in on you all day. My life usssed to be a bit like that. I did sssomethhhing that made me famousss and from then on no one would leave me alone for agesss."

"Hmm, intelligent and famousss; creaturesss like you are very rare indeed. I usssed to ssshare thisss place with another sssnake, though he wasss a complete idiot. Couldn't ssstand him. Kept insssissting that becaussse we were in here we were famousss. I suppossse he may have had a point but I don't really care for that sssort of thing. I jussst want to be leffft alone."

"You and me bothhh."

However, once again his time was cut off abruptly when the ugly, fat Muggle boy returned, shoving Harry away rather more roughly than he had last time, sending him crashing to the floor, landing on his backside roughly. "Mummy, Daddy, come look at what this snake's doing!" He gasped in awe, once again pressing his big ugly face up against the glass.

Complete and utter disgust welled up inside Harry and he glared at the fat boy darkly, wanting nothing more than to wipe the stupid expression off the little snot's face, pacifism be damned. Then, suddenly, the glass covering the front of the tank disappeared, causing the fat Muggle to tip forward, landing with a splash inside the tank. Harry watched with a mixture of shock, amusement and slight bewilderment as that happened and the python slid out of his tank, totally scaring the wits out of the fat boy as it passed him, and landed on the floor with a light thump. It wasted no time in slithering forward until it reached Harry's feet where it paused and looked up at him.

"Are you all right?" The snake asked.

Harry could only nod.

"I'm off to Brazzzil then. Thanksss."

"Erm, no problem." Harry hissed, a small smile quirking the corners of his mouth.

The snake gave him a wink before slithering off again, heading for the exit, causing various people to scream as it did so. Harry watched the snake go until it was no longer visible and was then instantly reminded of the fat Muggle boy when a muffled cry and the sound of banging on a window came. Turning to look, Harry saw, to his great delight, that the glass had reappeared across the tank, trapping the boy inside it. The situation only got funnier when the Muggle's parents saw him. The woman screamed and the man's face turned a shocking shade of red.

Unable to help himself, Harry burst out laughing, still not having bothered to get up off of the floor. All around him, people were leaving the area as instructed as the place now had to be searched for the escaped python. Harry's continued laughing coupled with the fact that there was nothing else making a noise was enough to draw the man's attention to him and he suddenly found himself being yanked to his feet by the arm by the whale of a man, his feet actually leaving the floor a little bit. His laughter immediately stopped and he opened his eyes to face the Muggle head on, only slightly afraid but fully prepared to defend himself if the need popped up.

"You're one of those freaks aren't you?" The man practically spat, lifting Harry up a little more and bringing his face in close.

"Says the fattest man I've ever seen." Harry shot back, struggling to get his wrist free from the man's punishing grip.

"What did you do to my son?" He demanded, his face going even more red and Harry quite honestly thought that the man might pop at any moment.

"As far as I know I didn't do anything, now let be go you damn, blasted Muggle!" Harry yelled, once again struggling to free himself.

"I knew it! You are one of those bloody freaks!" The man boomed and Harry only struggled harder, desperate to get away now.

"Harry!" Charlie's voice suddenly came and Harry whispered a quiet prayer of thanks to his Great Lady for the rescue. "Excuse me Sir, but what do you think you're doing exactly?"

"This little freak trapped my son in that tank." The man answered heatedly, gesturing over to the tank, yanking Harry in the process and making him wince slightly. It did not pass Charlie by and in an instant he had his wand drawn and pointed directly at the Muggle. The man paled at the sight and his small, piggy eyes widened. "I knew it; your both freaks! Well you don't scare me;" though he certainly sounded rather scared, "I want my son out of there now!"

Glaring darkly, with a flick of his wand, Charlie took away the glass, allowing the Muggle boy to scramble out, immediately running to his mother's arms. The glass was replaced with another flick before the wand was once again turned onto the Muggle man who was still holding Harry's arm up in an uncomfortably grip. "There, your son's out, now let him go." The Weasley ordered in the harshest tone that Harry had ever heard the usually easy going young man use.

"Charlie! What are you doing?" One of the twins' voice suddenly came.

"We're supposed to be finding Harry, not..." The other one said as they came around a corner in a run. They both skidded to a stop the instant they saw the situation though and took no more than a couple of glances at each person present before opening their mouths, not taking their eyes of off Harry and the fat Muggle man.

"Dad! We need help right now!" They called together, their gazes not moving in the least.

"Our dad will be along any second and I really don't think you want to deal with a fully grown wizard, do you?" Charlie growled angrily, obviously losing his patience.

The Muggle man took several seconds to consider that before he appeared to make the smart choice of letting Harry go. The moment the small boy's feet touched down on the floor properly, he immediately hurried over to Charlie, his hand coming up to rub at his sore arm. Charlie reached out for Harry the second he was close enough and pulled him behind himself protectively, keeping his wand pointed on the Muggle, as though he was still somehow a threat to them.

A few seconds of tense silence passed, neither side knowing what to do next, until Mr Weasley came around the corner, looking slightly out of breath. Despite that however, he still sounded rather intimidating when he spoke after taking in the situation. "Charlie, what's going on?"

"C'mon, we're going, now." The fat Muggle said suddenly, stalking past Charlie and Harry, causing the younger boy to edge further behind the tall Weasley, and quickly followed by his wife and son.

No sooner had they gone than Mr Weasley, Fred and George hurried over to where Charlie and Harry stood. "Harry, are you all right?" George asked quickly as he and his twin brother went straight to his side.

"What in Merlin's name did you think you were doing, Charlie? Threatening a Muggle with your wand?" Mr Weasley scolded, his tone disappointed and disbelieving.

"He already knew about wizards, Dad, made it quite clear when he kept referring to Harry and myself as freaks." Charlie muttered as he slipped his wand away. "And I wouldn't have had to threaten him if it wasn't for the fact he wouldn't let Harry go."

"He was practically holding Harry off the floor Dad!" Fred told the man earnestly.

"We saw it." George supported.

"Harry?" Mr Weasley asked gently though seriously.

Harry looked away uncomfortably for a second, carefully considering exactly what it was he wanted to tell the eldest Weasley. "He...He blamed me for something that happened to his son..."

"It's alright Harry, we don't blame you, you couldn't have done anything, you don't have your wand with you." Charlie reassured him kindly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Harry stayed silent though, not in the least comforted by his friend's words. After all, he had done it, had he not? He had made the glass disappear and he had managed to do it without the help of his wand.
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