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Harry
snapped his eyes open sharply, shaking his head. He'd been on the
brink of falling asleep. Again.

Can't go to sleep,
he thought, determined not to allow the aching tiredness in his body
to lull him off again. He had to stay awake – what if he had
another one of those dreams again?

A grunt drew him from his
horror-filled thoughts, and he looked up to see George shift slightly
on the sofa he was sleeping on. The position didn't look too
comfortable – he was sitting upright, head lolling off the back
of the sofa, and Fred tucked into his side, also unconscious.

Sirius sat in a chair near the fire, staring into it
contemplatively. Ron and Ginny were on the floor, leaning against the
sofa, Ron awake with an arm curled around a sleeping Ginny, who
hadn't spoken a word since they'd arrived.

Harry was sitting
in the chair the furthest back, not letting the warmth from the fire
touch him in case it made him more drowsy than he already was. The
nightmare of killing Arthur Weasley had caught up with him, and he
felt limp and drained, but also filled with terror.

Fred and
George had been as silent as Ginny all night, only speaking to
decline Sirius' offers of tea or hot chocolate. Sirius had been
bustling around, nervous and edgy, while the others sat stonily, each
in their own world.

Harry shifted in the rock hard chair,
curling in on himself further. He was bored and apprehensive and
guilty. The silence of
the other's didn't exactly ease any of these feelings – they
knew it was his fault,
didn't they? Even though George and Fred had comforted him just
before the Portkey took off, they obviously blamed him. Maybe they'd
just been mocking him.

Would Mr and Mrs Weasley feel the same
way? It was doubtful they'd feel happy with Harry being so close to
their sons after the incident, they had every right to be wary of
him. He could attack them in his sleep, too. As a snake.

Why
a snake? He thought, quite
bemused. Surely a feline, a dangerous jungle cat or even a weird
wizard cat with poisonous fangs (such things could exist in the
Wizarding world, after all), he would understand. But a
snake...

There was a burst of flame suddenly, right in the
middle of the room. Harry jumped right off the chair and onto the
back of it, claws out and quite shocked. Sirius vaulted from his
seat, the chair being knocked over, then, bizarrely, calmed
when he saw the flame. Ron
looked equally as shocked, his sudden jump waking his sister. The
twin stirred awake at the commotion.

A letter fell out of the
flames, and then they sizzled into nothing. Sirius sheepishly rubbed
the back of his head and picked up the letter from the floor,
unrolling the parchment. Everyone waited with baited breath, and
Harry clambered down from his uncomfortable and dangerous perch. When
he looked over at the twins, they met his gaze, obviously quite
amused. He scowled and looked away.

“Arthur's stable
and receiving treatment. Molly's with him now,” Sirius told
them all, looking quite relieved. Everyone sighed with equal relief
and Ron's face spread out in a large grin.

“When can we
go see him?” Surprisingly, it was Ginny who asked this, staring
up at Sirius, expression determined and demanding. He looked quite
taken aback, especially when Fred, George, Ron and Harry all leaned
forward, interested in an answer.

“Erm,” Sirius
began, quite nervous at suddenly being the centre of such solemn
attention, even though he usually revelled in attention. “I'm
not sure, but Molly says she'll be back before noon.”

None
of them looked satisfied at this news except, maybe, Harry – he
wanted to put off seeing Mrs Weasley for as long as possible. She was
bound to dislike him, no matter how kind she usually was. No-one
could simply overlook him killing their
husband.

“We want to see him now!” Fred called
out, and Sirius groaned. George joined in, banging his fist on the
coffee table in front of him.

“We have rights, you
know!”

“It's injustice, this is!”

“Can't
believe the nerve of some people!”

Harry buried his face
in his hands, feeling familiar fond exasperation at the twins'
antics. Ron and Ginny looked slightly happier, amused at their
actions, and Sirius was laughing and shaking his head at the same
time.

“Sorry, but I can't let you go to Mungo's. Your
mum's downright terrifying,” Sirius told them, and Harry gulped
nervously – he couldn't help but agree. Would Mrs Weasley beat
him over the head with a pan until he died for hurting Mr
Weasley?

Ron's stomach suddenly gave a loud growl, and
everyone turned to look at him. Ron's ears burned red, and he scowled
defensively. “What? A bloke's got to eat sometime, you
know!”

Sirius guffawed loudly, and Fred and George
swarmed to Ron, pinching his cheeks and cooing at their hungry ickle
Ronnikins. Everyone was suddenly in high spirits, previous tense
solemnity dying.

Harry grinned widely as Ron failed at fending
off his brothers, before looking to Ginny. She was watching her
family with longing and bitterness. When she caught his gaze, she
sent him a glare and then looked away completely.

“Right,
who wants breakfast?” Sirius asked, clapping his hands together
and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Clearly, he was more energetic
than usual. Ron and the twins clambered over each other to get to the
kitchen, Ron's height versus the twin's muscle.

Fred was
first out, Ron following on his heels. George laughed and turned back
to Harry, grin lighting up his face. Harry watched him warily for any
signs of anger.

“Come on then, you must be starving,”
George said, moving over and tugging on his tail. Harry uncurled and
batted at George's hand. George avoided the hit and ran a hand
through Harry's hair, rubbing his ears, instantly turning him into a
puddle of liquid Harry.

“Oi, I'll not have you
molesting my godson,” Sirius snapped, looking perturbed. Ginny
was still sat on the floor, jaw clenched.

“Bit late for
that,” George shot back, bending down and scooping Harry up to
cradle in his arms. Harry growled and tried to squirm his way out of
the hold, not entirely certain how to react – George should
really be hating him.

“Please don't start,”
Sirius begged, running for the door. George immediately followed,
Harry still in his arms, and began spouting out information about
what he'd done to Harry lately, with Harry trying to cover his mouth,
shaking his head in horror. Sirius looked equally as
put-off.

Humiliated though he was, Harry couldn't help but
feel a tad bit warm at the pride and love in
George's voice as he talked about his exploits with Harry.

“...
And then Snape walked
in-” Harry snarled and dug his claws into George's
shoulder.

XxXxXxX

Mrs Weasley stumbled through the floo
mid-morning, as they sat at the kitchen table. Harry had somehow been
convinced to sit in Fred's lap, picking at his food listlessly as the
weight of the situation came crashing down upon him again. It was
only a matter of time before the twins really realised what
he'd done, right?

“Mum!” the Weasleys cried,
immediately standing up, all except for Fred, who just tightened his
hold on Harry's waist. Harry could feel him tense.

Mrs Weasley
didn't look good – she was pale and frazzled, with red rimmed
eyes and messy hair. The long night she'd spent agonising over Mr
Weasley was written all over her weary face. Harry bit his lip,
feeling a flood of guilt.

Fred pressed a kiss to the back of
his neck, having felt Harry's sudden tensing. He probably didn't have
a clue as to why Harry had reacted so, and Harry hoped he remained
oblivious. This was going to be hard.

“How is he?”
Ginny asked urgently, at the same time as Ron asked if his dad had
died. George, in the seat next to Harry and Fred, stroking Harry's
tail, snorted with bitter laughter at the question.

Harry saw
both George and Fred's longing to run up to their mother in the same
way Ron and Ginny were doing, taking comfort from hugs. Making a
quick decision, he slid from Fred's lap onto the empty chair next to
him. When Fred and George confronted him with confused looks, he
motioned to Mrs Weasley.

They didn't waste any time. George
pressed a quick kiss to Harry's forehead, then swiftly made his way
to Mrs Weasley, Fred following quickly behind.

Harry sank
back in his seat as the Weasleys all hugged each other tightly,
looking equally as pale and frightened at the thought of what had
happened to the head of the Weasley household. A hand on his shoulder
made him jump and look up into the face of Sirius.

“What's
that sad face for? Breaks a bloke's heart,” Sirius told him,
playfully nudging his cheek with a fist. Harry grinned at the
dramatics.

“Nothing, just feeling bad for Mr Weasley,”
Harry said quietly, not really elaborating exactly how bad
he felt, or why. Sirius ruffled his hair.

“He's a great
guy. They're going to take this hard,” Sirius murmured,
watching the family moment awkwardly. “Who would ever want to
hurt someone like Arthur?” Harry swallowed the lump that rose
to his throat, and hoped all the blood rushing out of his face wasn't
too noticeable.

“Dunno,” he replied, voice
slightly strangled. Sirius was right – who would ever
want to hurt kind Mr Weasley? Only the lowest of the low.

But
Harry had only seen it,
right? That's what he kept trying to tell himself – it was
nonsense that he'd been near Arthur, and yet been in his bed, asleep,
at the same time. And being a snake was
even more ridiculous. But the way he'd felt.
He'd wanted to kill Mr Weasley.

And then he'd wanted to kill
Dumbledore, who'd refused to meet his gaze, who'd looked horrified
when Harry detailed his nightmare.

“Can we go to St
Mungo's now?” Ginny asked, tone demanding. Mrs Weasley sighed,
looking as if she'd expected this question, and they weren't going to
like the answer.

“Not yet,” she said. Their faces
fell. Harry sagged, almost in relief.

“What? But that's
not fair!”

“He's our dad too, you know!”

“Fred,
shut up,” Mrs Weasley snapped, clearly at the end of her
tether. Fred promptly shut up, then pointed to George.

“He's
Fred, I'm George.” Mrs Weasley's eyes narrowed, and Harry
groaned. The twin-thing had returned.

“We need to wait
for escorts. Your father... he was... attacked,” Mrs Weasley
told them, as if it were some big secret. Harry winced, sinking
further down in his seat. “By You-Know-Who.” The way she
whispered Voldemort's name, looking around as if he'd pop out at any
moment, set Harry's nerves on end. He hated people being afraid of
the name.

“No, I don't know who,” George quipped.
Mrs Weasley hit him upside the head for the snarky comment and
Harry's lip twitched upwards. George turned to Harry and winked
mischievously. Harry couldn't help but laugh, even though Mrs Weasley
looked quite disapproving.

“A few other Order members
should be here in an hour or so to escort us to St Mungo's,”
Mrs Weasley informed them, before slumping down into an empty seat.
Sirius jumped to serve her some breakfast.

Harry grimaced.
Not long left.

XxXxXxX

Seeing Mr Weasley was...
painful. Even with George's death grip on his hand, and Fred rubbing
his ears, Harry wanted to curl up into a ball and die. If they knew
what was good for them, they would be staying far, far away from
him.

Despite the cheery smile on his beaming face, Arthur
looked quite ill. His face was pale and his hand, when he shook
Harry's, was clammy. However, he seemed absolutely delighted to have
just recovered from the brink of death, and was happily babbling away
about the muggle techniques they were using on his snake bite, which
refused to heal the normal Wizarding way.

What surprised Harry
the most, however, was Mr Weasley's attitude towards him – the
man acted like nothing had happened, even though he must have known
what had gone on. Surely someone had told him it was Harry
who saw the dream, Harry who
alerted Dumbledore.

But the man had thanked him.

“If
it hadn't been for you...” Mr Weasley trailed off, looking
quite melancholy for a moment as he realised just what he could stand
to lose, as he was forced to face his mortality. Harry gulped
audibly, not even wanting to ponder it. “Thank you so much, my
boy.”

Mr Weasley had clapped Harry on the shoulder, and
then turned to comfort Ginny, who was bawling her eyes out.

Mrs
Weasley engulfed a shocked Harry in a warm hug, and he felt tears
soak his shoulder through his t-shirt. She murmured thanks into the
hugs, and he hesitantly hugged her back, not entirely certain what to
do with a sobbing Weasley matriarch.

When Harry looked to
Fred and George for help, they merely gave him cheesy grins and a
thumbs-up. Bastards.

Mad-Eye, one of their escorts, had
patted Harry on the shoulder and told him to keep up the good
constant vigilance. Harry had grinned, Ron, Fred and George
sniggering behind him.

Finally, everyone turned their
attention from Harry and back to Mr Weasley again. Ron and Ginny
crowded around his bed, with Molly sitting on the chair next to him,
and Moody, Tonks and Kingsley at the end of the bed. Harry made to
join them, not entirely certain if he really belonged, but an arm
wrapped around his shoulders stopped him.

George pressed into
him from one side, behind him, a hand splaying out on Harry's clothed
chest, and Fred wrapped an arm around his waist from his other side.

“What's wrong?” George asked quietly, kissing
Harry's neck. Harry blushed, hoping no-one looked in their direction.
The twins just loved public displays of too-much affection. Normally
Harry would retaliate in his usual grumpy way. But he couldn't deny
how relieved he felt
with the twins near him. Keeping him close.

“Nothing,”
Harry denied, not at all willing to tell the twins what was on his
mind. Open up to them? Never!

“Do we believe our little
kitty-cat?” Fred mused, voice syrupy. Harry bristled at the
nickname. George chuckled, stroking Harry's ears to placate him.

“Is it safe to?” he queried. Harry turned his
head to scowl, visibly showing his dislike of the conversation,
seeing as they just weren't getting it. Fred's grin was encompassing
his whole face. George's lips were quirked in a smirk.

“The
moment we're alone, I'll kill you,” Harry swore, resisting the
urge to smile or something inane that would only encourage the twins.
It just felt nice to have their usual banter.

“While
you're doing that, we'll wrestle you down to a bed, and have our
wicked way with your naughty body,” George whispered in his
ear, causing Harry's breath to hitch. Fred pressed a kiss to his
bright red cheek, chest vibrating with laughs.

“Harry
dear?” Harry's head snapped up, feeling something akin to
horror at Mrs Weasley's concerned face. “Are you all
right?”

Harry opened his mouth. Closed his mouth. Opened
it again. And desperately hoped Mrs Weasley didn't happen to see the
stirring in his trousers. Oh Merlin, the humiliation.

“Looks
like the boy might need to go outside,” Moody said, sending a
meaningful glance at Mr Weasley. Harry's eyebrows drew together –
what was with that look?

“Yes, poor dear probably stayed
up all night,” Mrs Weasley quickly agreed, sending her children
and Harry a stern look, clearly disapproving of their overnight
activities, or severe lack thereof.

“Maybe you could
all go get a drink? I hear they've installed a muggle vending machine
on this floor! Maybe you could get me a drink too! A coke, is that
what they call it?” Mr Weasley said enthusiastically, the only
one who didn't appear to be poorly acting. Harry grinned fondly –
Mr Weasley really grew on you.

“Of course, Mr Weasley,
it's the least I can do,” Harry said, pulling away from the
twins, who had both suddenly frozen at his words, making the
endeavour quite easy. Mr Weasley frowned.

“No, dear boy,
you don't have to do anything! Rather, if I can help you in any way
possible, please just tell me,” Mr Weasley replied sincerely.
It was Harry's turn to look quite bewildered. “You saved my
life.”

No matter how many times they said it, it just
didn't seem to be settling in. Harry didn't
save Mr Weasley's life. He'd nearly ended it!

Rather than
reply, he just gave a weak smile and left with the others who were
getting shooed out by an impatient Mrs Weasley and a growling
Moody.

“What was that about?” Ron wondered as they
stared at the door slammed shut behind them. Harry shrugged.

“Maybe
all that snake venom sent dad barmy... -er,” George said,
grinning, even though Harry's insides clenched quite painfully.

“So,
vending machine!” Harry said in an attempt to distract himself
from the quite painful subject. “Bet they don't have
one!”

“Five galleons!” Ron cried, always
willing to gamble away any money he had. Harry laughed and quickly
agreed – any chance to give Ron money he needed and deserved.
It was one of the awkward ways Harry showed his affection.

As
Ron and Ginny went ahead in search of the illustrious drinks
dispenser, a hand on Harry's arm tugged him back.

“What
do you mean 'it was the least you could do'?” Fred asked,
expression stern. Beside him, George looked equally as
menacing.

“Uh... well, I...” Harry gaped at them
for a moment, before shaking his head. He was not going to get into
this with those bloody perceptive twins!

“I think our
kitten needs to be taught a lesson on misplaced guilt,” George
decided, and Fred nodded in agreement. Harry's eyes widened hugely –
their lessons rarely went good for him. Kinky bastards.

“Ron!
Wait up!” Harry called, and then quickly turned tail and ran
before the twins could reach out and drag him back.

“This
isn't the end, Harry James Potter!” Fred called after him,
voice completely insane and quite scary. George cackled beside him
evilly.

XxXxXxX

The moment they arrived back at Mr
Weasley's ward, Fred dropped to the ground, putting down his can of
lemonade and rummaging around in his pockets. Ron, Ginny and Harry
watched him, quite bemused.

“Looking for these?”
George asked, holding out strings of flesh attached to ears. The
moment Harry felt that insane urge to bat them, he realised what they
were.

Fred grabbed an extendible ear while George distributed
the rest, grinning smugly. Harry looked at it dubiously – did
he really want to eavesdrop on the conversation inside?

“Go
on Harry, you saved dad's life. If anyone's got the right to
eavesdrop on him, it's you,” George said, patting his head
affectionately. Harry glared at him, but took one anyway, fighting
down the grin wanting to make it's way to his face.

He stuck
it into his cat ear, while Fred whispered 'Okay, go!'. The ears
picked themselves up and wiggled towards the door, sliding under the
crack. There was silence for a moment, and then Harry nearly jumped a
mile high as Moody's voice rang uncomfortably in his ear.

Ow,
he thought, squirming at the awful sensation.

“... So,
Potter saw it all happen?” Moody was asking. Harry flinched at
the conversation.

“Yes,” Mrs Weasley was saying.
Harry had long forgotten the strange feeling of someone talking into
his highly sensitive cat ear as he listened intently to what they had
to say. About him.
“You know, Dumbledore seems almost to have been waiting for
Harry to see something like this.”

“Yeah, well,
there's something funny about that Potter kid, we all know that,”
Moody replied.

Thanks,
Harry thought, quite insulted, while Fred snorted with suppressed
laughter. Harry punched his arm.

“Dumbledore seemed
worried about Harry when I spoke to him this morning.” Harry's
expression fell further – Dumbledore wasn't worried about him,
past his concern over Harry's mental state, maybe. Being in a snake's
head, attacking people left, right and centre.

“Course
he's worried,” growled Moody, “the boy's seeing things
from inside You-Know-Who's snake. Obviously, Potter doesn't realise
what that means, but if You-Know-Who's possessing him...”

Harry
pulled the extendible ear out, feeling quite nauseous at the mere
idea. He stared at the ground for a moment, not wanting to see
everyone else's faces. Because he was suddenly filled with a gripping
fear, a new, sudden idea. That Moody was right. That Voldemort was
inside his mind, right
that very second.

Finally, heat rushed to his face as he
remembered that the others had heard exactly what he had. Feeling
like his heart had been lodged in his throat, his eyes rose to his
friends. They were all staring at him, the strings still trailing
from their ears, looking suddenly fearful.

XxXxXxX

Lots
of borrowed lines again, sorry. But at least this time it's a longer
chapter! With even more angsty Harry... That boy will angst forever,
I tell you! Or maybe not forever... the twins did an all right job
this chapter, and eventually, there'll be proper fluff! ;;Evil
cackle;;.

Got repetitive strain injury again, the fun. Bloody
hand.

SilverLion –
'You
had either Fred or George talking into Harry's human

ears,
when you said early on that they didn't work anymore'
About
the ear thing, it's on purpose. A reviewer a while ago informed me
that cats don't like it when you blow air into their ears, and
probably talk into their ears. Plus, old habits die hard. You'd be
used to talking into a human ear rather than a cat ear, same goes for
the twins. Good question, thanks for asking!
I'm most likely not
going to include Lockhart and the Longbottoms, as that would probably
go exactly the same as it would in the books. I try to add variation
to scenes I include from the book in here. Whether I succeed or not
is up the readers ;)
Malfoy is definitely jealous, of someone. I'm
not entirely sure of who, either ;)
Sorry, no mpreg in here. I'm
really not a fan of it :P
Molly and Arthur don't know about the
Ginny issue– the twins probably thought they could handle it on
their own, and I suppose she is coming round, slowly.
Thanks for
the review! Gave me a chance to explain some of the stuff I've really
wanted to.

Thanks for the all the reviews! I love hearing your
opinions!
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