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To Be Normal	By : Anomalylady Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 21296 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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To Be Normal
Chapter 5
-New Day-
-July 1^st 1994-
Harry helped himself to a second helping of eggs and bacon, after a few moments of hesitation and an encouraging nod from Molly he reached for some extra toast as well. Since he had only stayed with the Dursleys for barely a week, they hadn’t had a chance to starve him so his stomach hadn’t really shrunk as much as it had in the past. He now had a very healthy appetite and it was doing him wonders to be able to eat his fill.
At first, Harry had felt like a burden for the Weasleys, that he was taking away from precious resources but Molly and Arthur had somehow noticed his discomfort right away and they’d had a good chat with him about the matter.
It turned out that Dumbledore had petitioned for the Weasleys to receive a stipend from the Ministry normally offered to foster parents and the whole thing had gone through rather easily. Harry was assured that the family was well taken care of and sternly reminded that any monetary compensation he offered was not only unneeded but would be absolutely refused.
And with Percy so engrossed in his new position at the ministry, he was barely home to begin with and when he was, he locked himself in his room the majority of that time anyway.
“Harry dear, don’t forget today’s the day you and I go to Diagon Alley.” Molly’s voice brought him out of his thoughts.
“Oh… right…” Harry grumbled, thickly swallowing his eggs, he tried to smile and look happy about it but it was obvious he really wasn’t. He’d been rather successful at avoiding that trip until now.
Since it had been discovered that Harry had no clothes of his own, aside from his school clothes, Molly had insisted that they go out to at least get him the basics and until today, Harry had been able to put it off. So far, he’d been able to wear some of Ron’s old clothes which fit him much better than anything Dudley had ever owned. Thankfully for Harry, Ron’s frame was still larger than his own so the tops hid his breasts rather well.
About those… Much to Harry’s chagrin, upon waking on his first morning at the Borrow he’d found a small pile of clothes obviously belonging to Ron folded neatly on his chair –which had been more than fine- but it was the small flesh toned bra on top of said pile which had truly disturbed him.
He’d glared at the offending garment for a long while before he’d finally given in and decided that part of the whole ‘accepting himself’ decision he’d made last night, meant having to at least try it on. After making sure his door was locked –and what a novelty it had been finding out he could actually lock is own door from the inside- he was ready to face his foe.
Harry had struggled with the alien fabric, actually almost strangling himself more than once but eventually he figured it out. Surprised by how comfortable it felt, Harry had stood in the middle of his room taking his shirt on and off continuously to see if anyone would be able to tell he was wearing a girl’s undergarment. This lasted until he was called for breakfast, he rushed down never realising he was still wearing it. No one had noticed, thus he’d been wearing it ever since, in addition to a few extras which had appeared the following morning. Molly had never said a word about it.
“Cheer up Harry; you should be excited about getting new clothes!” Ron exclaimed, mouth still full of what Harry thought could be sausage and toast or was it hash and eggs…
“Right… You fancy getting dragged along Diagon Alley all morning by your mum while she dresses you?” Harry whispered defensively.
Though it had sounded like Ron was jealous, Harry knew his best friend really wasn’t, it probably could have been the case in the past but things were different now. Since Harry had come to live with the Weasleys, he and Ron had shared a lot that they hadn’t while in school. For Harry that had meant telling his best friend about how he’d been raised at the Dursleys… Obviously, Ron had gotten his explosive temper from his mother… Needless to say they were much closer now and despite Ron not yet knowing the real reason why Harry had come to live with them, their friendship was stronger than ever.
Harry chuckled as Ron choked on his food and paled dramatically.
“You know what, thanks but no thanks… Better you than me mate.” There was laughter all around the table and Harry’s heart warmed at the scene unfolding around him.
It was going to take him some time to adjust but he was really beginning to feel good about himself. It felt good to have a family, a real family. Harry’s laughed along with everyone else, though he did try not to look directly at George, who now seemed to either blush every time Harry was in the room or simply fled was quickly as he could manage.

“You gonna tell me what’s been bothering you all week?”
George raised his head from under his pillow, weary eyes studying his twin. He’d known this was coming but he was so torn up on what he should do. “Don’t know what you mean.” He mumbled, stuffing his face back into his pillow.
Fred studied his brother who was lying face down on his bed, George had been acting strangely for a while now and it was beginning to worry him. He hadn’t wanted to say anything, not at first anyway but it was taking his twin longer than usual to come to him with whatever was bothering him.
“George.” Fred insisted seriously. True, normally serious wasn’t really something neither he nor George did but times like these, when it was just the two of them, it was a sacrifice they were willing to make.
“George?” Fred asked getting worried and slightly angry. He didn’t like it when his twin ignored him and cut himself off. He sat down on the edge of the bed near George’s leg and smacked his twin’s head sharply.
“Oi!” George cried out, turning his head to look at his brother but remaining on his stomach. “What was that for?”
“You know bloody well what that was for George! Now spill, I’m tired of whatever this is! We haven’t worked on anything all week…” Fred added the last part with a whine. A whole week without pranks or inventing, nothing at all… He was going mental.
George sighed, he had no choice. As much as he wanted to keep what he’d seen secret, he knew he could never keep anything from Fred. He grabbed his pillow and sat up near the headboard, knees drawn up to his chest, pillow wedged safely between his legs. It was a position he often took when he needed to feel centered and safe.
Fred drew up an eyebrow at the way George sat. Now he knew this was bad but couldn’t for the life of him figure out what it could be.
“You have to promise not to say a word!” George stated emphatically.
Fred gasped in mock offence. “You wound me brother! You’re secrets are my secrets!”
There was a pause as twin gaze locked, silent agreement passing between them.
“It’s about Harry…” George thought it was best to start simple so he could work up the nerve to tell the story.
“And what has little Harrykins done to have gotten you in such a sad state?” Fred asked genuinely curious and for once he had no idea what George was thinking or where this was going. It was very odd feeling.
“He didn’t do anything… It’s just…” George sighed again in defeat. “You remember his first night here, how I went down to the kitchen after mum had gone to bed for some food-“
“And you never came back with any.”
“- I was passing the bathroom when I heard the girlyest squeal. I thought it was Ginny…” George paused and blush rose to his cheeks causing Fred’s eyebrows to rise. “I went in to see if she was alright, door wasn’t locked… So I go in and I can hear the shower running, when I called out it was Harry that answered.”
George had to stop his story as Fred had burst out laughing. He knew it was funny, he’d had a good laugh about too until… well…
“You sayin’ that you’ve been acting all strange because Harry screams like a 12 year old girl?” Fred asked incredulously.
“Will you listen you prat!” George threw his pillow right into Fred’s face. “When he asked who was there his voice was stuttering so bad it was obvious he’d messed up the shower sequence and was being turned into an ice cube,” Fred laughed again but George kept going anyway, if he stopped now he didn’t know if he would ever say it. “So I offered to help-“
“Of course”
“-Of course, I offered to help, wasn’t gonna let him freeze to death on his first night here. So I opened the door and there he was completely starkers…” George’s blush spread to ears as he recalled the sight, the erection he’d been trying to will away earlier was coming back faster than ever…”
“Well of course he was starkers George, you expect him to wear his kit in the shower?” Fred asked mockingly, there was an awkward paused and Fred’s grin turned to a knowing smile. “Oh, I see how it is now. Could be little Harry’s not so little anymore? You gotta a crush do you Georgie?”
“Shut it! I’m not finished.” George didn’t refute Fred’s statement, it was the truth. “He… He… Bloody hell Fred I don’t know how to say it.” He was getting agitated again. He felt so guilty. Not just for lusting after his little brother’s best friend -who was now considered a member of the family on top of that- but because he was about to reveal something extremely private.
“Blimey George, just out with it already. Obviously he’s fit or you wouldn’t be blushing like some nubile virgin.” Fred tried to ease his brother’s distress.
“O’ course he is, well maybe pretty would be better word in this case…”
“Pretty? I guess so…”
“He’s not 100% he is what I’m getting at…” George forced out, not being able to look at Fred as he was picturing Harry naked in vivid detail.
“What do you… Are you saying he’s a,” Fred paused searching for the word but just couldn’t place it. Instead he went for simple, if not a little crude. “Are you saying he’s got?” Fred gestured with his hands the universal sign for breasts.
“Ya…”
“Does he have?” Fred cupped himself.
“Well there’s the top half but I’m sure I saw, well you know…”
Fred eyes popped wide as saucers and his jaw dropped. There was a moment of silence as Fred’s brain began to try to picture what he’d been told. He now understood why George had been so worked up.

Harry stood by his bed, bags from his tiresome albeit productive shopping trip with Molly upturned on the quilt. He gazed into the full length mirror Molly had conjured in the far corner of his room after she had insisted on helping him bring his purchases up.
He smiled at his reflection. It turned out he’d really been worried about nothing. Having raised so many boys, Molly had been very fast and efficient throughout their whole trip. She was quick, knew exactly where to go and who to talk to and most surprising to Harry actually took his opinion into account. Though she had insisted on a new pair of glasses; the new, sturdier yet stylish silver rectangular frames complimented him nicely not to mention they were also the correct prescription for him.
Harry, in the spirit of self-acceptance and Gryffindor courage had decided to get clothes which did not hide his body. Everything he’d gotten was styled for a male, nothing was overly tight, but there was no hiding his growing assets (as Molly had called them) and slender frame. Harry and Molly had both agreed that he was fine with his current undergarments for the time being at least, a decision he was very glad about.
The Alley hadn’t been very busy but they had been spotted a few times, thankfully Molly had steered them aptly away from anyone who would have caused a scene. Madam Malkins however, though she remained mostly professional, had startled quite a bit while she had taken his measurements for his new clothes…
Harry was sure the news would be on the Prophet’s front page first thing tomorrow morning, something he wasn’t happy about but he’d resigned himself to the fact that word was bound to get out eventually. He hoped that with a most of the summer to get used to the idea -while he hid at the Burrow- the Wizarding world would have time to get over it by the time the new term started.
Knowing that the news would be out very soon, Harry had decided he would reveal his real status to the Weasley brood before dinner. The best way he could think of doing so was by wearing his new clothes right away. At the very least, it would break the ice on the subject and he hoped, maybe George wouldn’t be so awkward around him anymore.
He settled on something casual and suited to the warm weather; a pair of fitted tan cotton trousers with an ocean blue knitted short sleeved top. It was simple, not fancy or overdone but it fit and that made all the difference.
Harry checked himself in the mirror one last time before heading down to the kitchen. He breathed in deeply to steady his nerves. Molly’s reassuring words rolling through his head. He was loved, he was wanted, and he wasn’t a freak.
“You can do this Harry.” If his voice broke a little, he ignored it. He was Harry bloody Potter; his biology didn’t have to change a damn thing!

Harry paused at the bottom of the stairs before turning into the kitchen. He could hear everyone gathered in the other room, the low chatter of curious voices mingled together so he could quite make out what was being said.
He smiled, obviously Molly had gathered everyone so he could make his announcement all in one go. This wasn’t the sort of thing you wanted to constantly re-tell. His smile broadened when he heard Arthur’s voice in the chatter, he wasn’t home very often for dinner lately… Something was going on at the Ministry that had been keeping both Arthur and Percy away most days until late in the evening.
“Now,” Molly voice rang above all the others, “Harry as something very important he wants to tell all of you and you will listen respectfully. Harry is a part of this family and you will give him your support!”

Harry sat on the floor in Ron’s room, his half of the chess board completely decimated. The room was quiet but there was no real tension since Ron never spoke much while they played.
“So…” The ginger finally spoke after his knight speared through one of Harry’s last remaining pawns. Poor thing wailed pathetically as it cursed Harry with its dying breath.
“So?” Harry shot back casually, as if he didn’t know what Ron was on about.
“What’s it like?” Ron asked, blushing and unable to look Harry in the eye.
“What’s what like Ron?” Harry was stalling. He had a good idea what his best friend was asking him but he didn’t know if he could actually answer that.
“Blimey Harry, don’t make me say it…” Ron huffed out, very embarrassed. How did you ask your best friend of three years, who you had always known was a bloke just like you, what it was like to have girl bits…
Harry chuckled nervously. “I don’t know Ron… What’s it like to have a prick?” He shot out with a straight face, enjoying making Ron squirm.
“Harry!” The other boy blurted out, scandalized.
“Come off it Ron, what kind of stupid question was that? It’s weird okay… but it’s just… Well, it’s just how it is.”
“No wonder you’ve got your own room.” Ron chuckled.
“We’re good right?” Harry asked seriously.
“Course we are, mate. Best friends.” Ron grinned cheekily. “Can’t wait to see Hermione’s face when you tell her though, how long d’you reckon it’ll take before she races off to the book shop?”

Fred snuck out of his bed, carefully avoiding the creaky floor board by the door, he made his way down the corridor first passing his little sisters room and finally coming to stop in front of Harry’s door. He leaned in carefully, gently resting his right ear against the wood, trying to make out any possible noise coming from inside the bedroom.
All he could hear was the rushing of his blood as his heart furiously thudded in his chest. This was so wrong… He should turn back right now and head back to his room, pretend this never happen.
Fred was about to turn around when a faint sound actually drifted to his ear. It was difficult to make out at first so he leaned in closer, desperately wanting to hear whatever sounds Harry was making in his sleep.
The sounds were low and soft, rhythmic almost. Almost like… moaning?
Fred’s heart beat faster, hammering against his ribs, he mouth became dry and his stomach tightened. He reached for the door handle, turning it slowly, terrified of getting caught. He’d never been this afraid of getting caught doing anything before.
The rush was better than any prank George and he had ever pulled.
The door slid open smoothly, Fred’s breath caught in his throat. This was a thousand times better than anything he could have ever hoped and his cock twitched in appreciation.
Harry was kneeling on all fours on his bed, facing away from the door, there were no covers to hide him and the amber light cast by a single candle somewhere off to the side of the room revealed a pale flawless expanse of flesh slicked with sweat.
Another breathy moan echoed in the room as the object of Fred’s lust rocked back and forth on the bed. The ginger’s eyes fixed on the rather large appendages thrusting steadily in and out of Harry’s holes.
Fred started to breath heavily, he cock quickly becoming engorged and rock hard. He leaned against the side of doorway to steady himself. He wanted so badly to get closer, to touch all that skin, run his fingers through those raven locks. He wanted to be the one thrusting in those holes to his heart’s content while watching to beautiful deep green eyes blown with pleasure.
But he couldn’t risk it; he couldn’t risk being rejected… So he watched on as Harry received his pleasure from the large double ended dildo, spelled to continuously fill Harry’s ass and pussy. Fred grabbed a hold of himself and began to fist his cock at the same pace as the magical cocks drilling into Harry.
This time when Harry moaned, Fred did as well. The pace was picking up, from slow and languid to quick punishing thrust. Fred barely blinked, eyes fixed on all of Harry, studying every dip and plane of lean muscle. Hungrily watching the slick holes twitch and stretch, greedily swallowing the large cocks.
Their location forgotten both boys grunted and moaned in tandem until finally, much to Fred’s surprise, Harry threw his head back and screamed out as he came.
“Fred! George!”
Fred woke as he came, spurts of cum landing on his stomach and chest. He grunted and moaned and the sensation, the bliss of release, his chest rising and falling quickly before he slowly came back down to reality.
The fog was clearing; he knew it was still the middle of the night as his shared room was still dark with only the faint glow of the moon leaking in from the window.
He heard a familiar sound to his right, it wasn’t the first time the twins had caught (or watched) each other wank…
He turned to look at George, obviously too into what he was doing to notice Fred.
His twin was laid back in his own bed, legs spread wide, one hand pulling quickly at his thick cock quickly. Fred knew George well enough to know his brother was on the verge of cumming, so he watched quietly, wandering if their dreams had been similar. It was no surprise when a few moments latter George let out a strangled moan, the word Harry echoing in the dark.
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