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Pretty Kitty	By : CherryStarburst Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Warnings:
Harry-angst, then the beginnings of Harry-fluff!

Harry
had taken to secluding himself after the horrific conversation heard
in St Mungo's.

Voldemort was inside
his
head.
Looking through his memories, seeing through his eyes, knowing
everything. Harry... Harry was a complete and utter danger to
everyone around him if Voldemort was possessing his mind. Did he know
the address to Grimmauld Place? Did he know about Fred and
George?

Harry had wanted to escape, as soon as possible.
However, a message from Dumbledore, given in the form of Phineas, the
portrait in his and Ron's bedroom, stopped him. Dumbledore had simply
told him to stay put.

Harry had wanted to rebel, wanted so
badly to scream and shout and storm out of the house anyway, because
fuck if Dumbledore wasn't understanding
his
situation. Dumbledore had never had anyone in his
head! He couldn't know how overwhelmed Harry was suddenly feeling,
guilt, pressure, fear, wrapped up in a bundle of over-dramatic
cat-boy fun!

But... Dumbledore had his best intentions in
mind. He'd never wanted to put Harry in danger, and surely knew what
was right for him, for the Order. Harry was resigned to staying in
the house.

Not that he could escape, anyway. The twins sat
outside his room day and night.

“Ron, please, distract
the twins,” Harry begged his friend one morning. He hadn't
talked to Ron much, and Ron, probably feeling quite insulted at this,
hadn't tried to initiate conversation either, avoiding the bedroom as
much as he could. Harry felt rather bad for his friend, but he had to
keep Ron out of Voldemort's eye.

Ron stared at Harry for a
moment, before sighing and shaking his head. “Only for you,
mate,” he muttered, as if annoyed with himself.

As it
turned out, Ron distracted the twins by eating one of the twins prank
sweets, turning him into a woman. He then ran in front of the twins
standing guard outside Harry's bedroom, blushed, and ran downstairs.
The twins had gleefully followed, a camera at the ready.

Harry
wrote a quick note to apologise to Ron for the hideous embarrassment,
and then ran out of his room and up the stairs. He located the room
where Buckbeak, Hagrid's old hippogriff, was kept, slipped in there,
and locked the door.

And it was there he stayed for the next
few days. The twins had eventually found him and again started up
their campaign to get him out of his self seclusion, but Harry found
it easier to ignore them when he had Buckbeak to distract him.

“It's not like they really care, anyway,” Harry
mumbled to Buckbeak, aware that the twins would probably be able to
hear him if he talked any louder. He didn't want them to hear his
self-pity, in case they came to the conclusion that he was lonely and
needed even more petting
and teasing. “I'm just some novelty cat boy. They'll get bored
of me when I'm turned back.”

If
Harry
turned back. Dumbledore still hadn't mentioned anything about Harry's
'condition'. He hadn't heard a word and was getting quite distressed
– was he doomed to stay a cat boy forever?

“Merlin
I hope not,” he whimpered. Buckbeak nodded as if in agreement.

XxXxXxX

“What do you mean Harry's
in there?!”
Harry jerked awake from his afternoon nap, curled up in a patch of
winter sunlight next to a heater, due to Hermione Granger's indignant
screech.

“Sorry, Hermione,” Ron whimpered from the
other side of the door. Harry snorted with laughter. “He just
won't come out.”

“Have you tried talking
to
him? Assuring him?” Hermione snarled. Harry blushed, finally
realising that they were talking about him. Quite loudly.

“He
bloody well knows that Voldemort's not rooting around in his head!
And even if he was, it's not like we'd honestly care – just
because Voldemort's stuck in his head, doesn't mean Harry's going to
murder us in our sleep!” Fred snapped, and Harry winced. He
could practically see George holding Fred back from kicking the door
down, or something. He was surprised the twins hadn't tried to get in
yet, in all honesty.

“Oh, and you just expect
him to know this? He's Harry,
do you honestly think that he believes that? He probably thinks you
all fear and hate him.”

Harry scowled – what did
she mean 'he's
Harry'?

“Bollocks.
Didn't think of that,” George said, quieter, quite irritated.
Harry's scowl deepened – George wasn't mean to agree.

“With
everything that's been going on lately, he'll be thinking the worst,”
Hermione continued, and Harry debating opening the door and silencing
her. The twins would latch onto that! They'd demand to know...

“What
do you mean 'everything that's been going on lately'?” Fred and
George asked in unison, with exactly the same amount of suspicion in
their voices. Harry could hear
Hermione
rolling her eyes in exasperation.

“Boys! The bonding,
of course!” Shut up
Hermione. Please, shut up.
Harry held back a whimper and curled into a ball. She was raining on
their bonding parade! ... Technically, Harry
was
raining on the parade, but he wasn't doing it openly.

“What's
wrong with the bonding?” Fred snapped defensively. Leave
it, Hermione. Please, just leave... “...
Oh.”

Harry would later wonder exactly how Fred and
George realised what was going on, how he felt. It wasn't like there
were that many hints. He felt he'd covered up his trail of depression
quite well, really.

But he didn't have time to wonder about
that as Fred and George began banging on the door. “Harry, you
fucking idiot, get out here!”

Buckbeak looked quite
perturbed, glaring angrily in the direction of the pounding. Harry
shakily stood up and soothed the creature's ruffled feathers. Great
idea. Make loud noises when a Hippogriff's in the room.

“I'm
gonna kill you!” Fred promised.

“Oh, great
incentive, Gred,” George said sarcastically.

“Well
what am I supposed to say? Come out, dearest, and I'll give you a
warm saucer of milk?”

The thought of milk spurred Harry
on, and he neared the door, before rearing back, remembering where he
was. Stupid Fred!

“Maybe
some nice tuna,” Fred continued, causing Harry to inch closer.
“And a mouse to play with.”

“Oh for Merlin's
sake!” George barked, and there was a tapping at the door.
Harry's eyes widened when he realised what it was. “Alohamora.”

The
door opened with a click, and Harry winced as it slowly swung open,
creaking ominously. Fred and George were revealed, standing tall and
looking frustrated. Hermione and Ron were nowhere in sight.
Traitors.

“Fred,”
Harry squeaked out, “George.” The two stared down at him
ominously, and Harry gulped. They looked furious.

“What
do you think you were doing?” George started, crossing his
arms. “Hiding away, making us worry. Do you have absolutely no
trust in us?!”

“No! No, I have trust in you,”
Harry protested, even though he wasn't sure how true that was. He
trusted Fred and George, trusted them with his life. But... he just
didn't trust them with him.
What a messed up relationship.

“No, you don't,”
Fred said, sounding quite downtrodden. Harry bit his lip and looked
away guiltily. He should trust them more. He should really trust
people more. But he just couldn't.
He worried so much about whether they even loved him that it just
consumed any trust he had for the two.

“Harry,”
George sighed out, and then Harry felt himself being wrapped up in
strong arms, brought against a hard chest. He sank into it
gracefully, wrapping his hand around Fred's when the man pressed into
him from behind.

“Tell us everything,” George
ordered quietly, and Harry tried to shake his head. “Harry,
tell us everything.
You're always hiding something, it's so...”

“Annoying?”
Harry asked, voice a whisper. He knew what George was getting at –
he was annoying.

“No!”
Fred denied, and Harry was turned around to face Fred, a hand under
his chin forcing him to look up. “What my dear brother is
failing to say is that we love you so much, it's hard to see you
wallowing in depression and never talking to us.”

“Well,
if you'd just try to stop molesting me,” Harry muttered under
his breath. George laughed from behind him and Fred grinned.

“No
can do, kitten.” Harry glared up at the grinning twin, and then
elbowed George in the stomach, not hard enough to hurt. George
laughed some more, pressing a kiss into the side of his neck, grin
against his skin.

“All right, how about we don't start
groping you or manhandling you in any way, and you tell us what's on
your mind? Is that a deal?” George asked him when he eventually
stopped laughing at Harry's expense. Harry inwardly groaned –
it sounded like a perfect deal, but it really, really wasn't. He
didn't want to talk about anything!

“Harry,” Fred
said warningly. Harry's expression darkened when he realised that he
wasn't actually getting a choice in the matter. “That's the
spirit! Now, eat this little sweetie here,” he cooed, holding
an unwrapped sweet up to Harry's lips. Harry stared dubiously at Fred
– he had long since learned not to accept food from the twins.
“No molestation,” Fred reminded him. Harry opened his
mouth.

At Harry's acceptance (or lack thereof), he was
promptly swung up into George's arms and carried out of the room,
Buckbeak mournfully bidding him goodbye.

“I thought you
said you weren't going
to manhandle me!” Harry hissed, writhing and twisting in an
attempt to get out of George's arms. Fred, from beside George, smiled
cheerfully.

“We lied,” he announced. Harry's
mouth fell open in disbelief.

“Fine! I'm not going to
tell you anything!” he exclaimed – how stupid of the
twins! George and Fred shared a conspiratorial grin. “Oh
Merlin, what?”

“Well, remember that sweet?”
George asked, voice sounding slightly hesitant, as if he knew that
Harry was inches from ripping him apart, limb from limb.

“Yes,”
Harry said through clenched teeth, lying very tense in George's arms
as they descended the stairs and made a beeline for the twins
bedroom.

“Well, there may
have
been truth serum in it. And that may
be
used when we question you.”

They were at the twins bed.
Harry lashed out, scratching George's arm. George yelped and let the
boy go, and Harry twisted in the air, landing on the bed on his hands
and feet. He quickly vaulted off the bed and made for the door, only
to be tackled back on the bed by Fred.

“Now, now,
kitten, no need to be so hasty,”
Fred said, jaw clenched from the effort to pin a struggling Harry to
the bed.

“Evil bastards! Let me up! I knew you couldn't
give a shite about me, really,” Harry yelled. George sighed and
sat by Harry's side, rubbing his cat ears. Harry slowly calmed down,
finding himself beginning to purr under George's manipulative
touch.

“Au contraire,” George finally said when
Harry was no longer struggling. Fred sighed in relief and flopped on
Harry's other side. “We care so much about you, and need
to
know what's going on in that insane head of yours.”

Harry
shot him a baleful glare, turning on his side so he could butt
George's hand more effectively. “I'll never forgive you,”
he swore, even though he already had. George smiled softly, and he
heard Fred chuckle behind him, before an arm was draped around his
waist.

“So, why did you lock yourself away for all
those days?” Fred started, breath tickling Harry's neck. He
squirmed slightly at the sensation, and the question. The Veritaserum
kicked in, and he found himself opening his mouth before he even
thought of an answer.

“I was scared.” It was the
first time Harry had been honest with himself, really. He'd told
himself it had been protecting his friends, and that was why he
couldn't be near them. But he was scared. Terrified. Of what they'd
think of him.

“Of what?” George prompted, the
back of his fingers brushing Harry's cheek.

“That you'd
hate me,” Harry muttered, “... or something.”
Stupid truth serum.

“We could never hate you,”
George told him sincerely. Harry looked away – he knew that
they didn't hate him logically, but that didn't stop him from
panicking. Fred's arm around him tightened slightly.

“Then
why were you scared?” Harry asked, the question bursting out of
him, this time not prompted by truth serum. That day at St Mungo's
had been repeated endlessly in his mind, the look of fear in his
friend's eyes as they heard the truth. That Voldemort was possessing
Harry. “You were scared... of me. At St Mungo's.”

Fred
snorted into his neck, seeming to know exactly what he was talking
about. “That's bollocks. We weren't scared of
you.
We were bloody scared for
you, weren't we? You've got an evil Dark Lord lounging around in your
head, bound to screw anyone up.”

Harry wasn't sure
whether to be relieved, or insulted at the insinuation that he was
screwed up.

“Can't believe you think we'd be scared of
you. You really believe we don't love you,” George said, quite
in awe of the fact. Harry didn't answer – it hadn't been a
question. “Stupid cat.”

“Thanks,”
Harry said snarkily. Just what he wanted to hear to alleviate his
worries. Fred laughed.

“How do you feel about the
bonding, then?” George continued. Harry shrugged uncomfortably,
but felt himself forced to answer by the twins' evil sweet.

“It's
great for you two,” he said stiffly. Fred tsked.

“And
you...?” Fred asked – obviously, Harry wasn't getting
away that easily.

In a surge of violent anger at the whole
damn situation,
he surged out of the twins' hold, making his way to his feet. The
twins both shot up, and Harry debated trying to get to the door
before the answer spewed out of him.

“I feel like you
two will have yet another special bond between you and I'm going to
be left in the background, as your little pet plaything, while you
two act all married
and together.
As a real couple.”

“What? That's ridi-”
Before George had a chance to finish that sentence, Harry had already
turned around.

He ran out of the room, hoping the twins would
know better than to follow him.

“Harry-” Fred
leapt up, intent on following the fleeing kitten. George's hand on
his arm stopped him, and Fred swung around to shoot a disgruntled
look at his twin.

“He needs time to calm down, and we
need time to think about how we deal with this,” George told
Fred sternly. Fred sighed and sat down on the bed, staring at his
hands.

“Maybe we shouldn't bond?” Fred suggested.
George shook his head at the mere suggestion.

“Harry
wouldn't want that, and we don't want that. We're going to have to
work to include Harry so much more once we're bonded, but we'd all
feel ten times worse if we didn't go through with it.” Fred
grinned at his brother wryly. George was always right, it
seemed.

“Do you think that's why he, you know, with the
Chang whore?” Fred asked quietly. George laughed slightly.

“No idea. Suppose we'd just have to ask him,”
George said. Fred snorted at the suggestion, and George mentally
agreed with him. “Whatever his reason, guess us ignoring him
for it wasn't helping.”

Fred turned to face George with
narrowed eyes.”Oh, so we should have just carried on like
nothing happened?”

“No, I'm saying we should have
just asked him outright.”

Fred turned away, gritting
his teeth. Damn always-right
brother.

XxXxXxX

Bwahaha,
more miserableness. With a slight bit of fluff... my version of
fluff. There honestly honestly will be fluff in the next chapter.
Honest.

How can you not trust this face? ;;Makes honest face,
ruined by Fred drawing a moustache;;

Thanks so much to every
last reader and reviewer! Christmas in five days, yes!
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