AN: Sorry for the long while since my last update. For some reason I've been having a sort of authors block writing the fourth one in this series, partially for being ill, but partially for a reason I'm not actually sure about, so I wanted to finish chapter nine of the fourth one in this series before I posted this, and gladly I finally did, literally a minute ago.

Anyway, please read and review if you like this chapter, it really makes my day.

Thanks.

Mrs Weasley had cried when she'd seen the article in the Daily Prophet. Her Harry, a boy who was becoming one of her sons had been so horrifically abused! How dare those muggles do that to him!

"Molly?"

"Arthur, read this!" She spat, thrusting the article to him.

Arthur hurriedly read the article.

"I'm going to floo Perkins and tell him I'll likely be late, okay?"

"Arthur, what are we going to do?"

"I'm going to talk to McGonagall and see if we can bring George and Harry home, likely Fred too."

"Will that help?" She asked, wringing a tea towel she had picked up off the table in her hands.

"I think if we bring them home then they'll have some time to deal with this. When Harry finds out everyone knows he's going to be horrified."

"That's true."

"I'm sure Minerva will have an idea about what they can do about their exams in a week too."

"You're right. They can always floo to Hogwarts."

"I should floo Perkins, I'm meant to be at work in about ten minutes."

"Go on dear."

In the end, Arthur decided to floo McGonagall first, and she told them she wouldn't be able to meet with him until one that afternoon as the school was in a state of frenzy because of the news, and classes had been cancelled as no one have even made an attempt to leave the hall once breakfast was over.

"I'm going to go to work for the morning."

"Okay Arthur, I'll make up the boys beds and sort out their rooms."

"Make Percy's too. There's a chance George may use it a bit before Percy comes home."

Molly kind of wanted to protest, George and Harry were so young, she didn't want them sharing a room, but then logic caught up with her. Harry and George were children and weren't going to do anything inappropriate, and even though George got in trouble a lot, he was a prankster, he wasn't going to do anything bad when it came to Harry. She had seen the look he had given the boy at Christmas, she knew he would never hurt the smaller boy and the smaller boy would never hurt her son either, not that they really could being soulmates however.

"Yeah, I'll make Percy's too."

"Good. I'll floo straight from work to Hogwarts. I'll see you when I'm home Mollywobbles."

"See you then Arthur, love you."

"I love you too." He said, pressing a kiss to her head and flooing away.

HPHP

The morning went slow for Arthur, it normally did on a weekday during term time, not many people were free to be harassing muggles, and they hadn't had any tips to suggest that they needed to do a raid.

Perkins had been quiet that morning, he clearly knew what had been said in the paper, and he knew that Harry Potter was one of Arthur's sons' soulmates as he had talked to him about it before. Arthur definitely considered Perkins a friend, and he knew Perkins felt the same which was why he kept quiet that morning.

At around quarter to one, Mr Weasley started packing up his work. Perkins looked up at him in slight surprise.

"I need to see if I can get my sons from school."

Perkins nodded understandingly.

"You can go home too Perkins. I'll leave a note on the door and if they need us then they can floo us."

"Thanks Arthur." He said, and the grey haired wizard also began packing his things to go home.

"No problem."

"I'll leave the note and you can head off. Tell your family I wish them the best."

"I will do. Thanks Perkins." He said as he grabbed his bag and flooed away.

Arthur stumbled slightly as he entered McGonagall's office but luckily caught himself. McGonagall was sitting behind her chair at her desk, and she looked stressed. The usually refined professor's hair was still in a bun, but it was hanging slightly loose, and there were wisps of hair that had come loose, and her eyes were slightly red.

She hadn't noticed Arthur Weasley, so he cleared his throat to get her attention.

"Arthur! I'm so sorry, I lost track of time. Take a seat."

"Thank you Minerva." He said, gratefully sinking down into a chair opposite her.

"I imagine you want to take Harry and George home." She said after a moment.

"Preferably. We'd quite like Fred to come back with us too."

McGonagall looked slightly shocked for a moment before relenting.

"Yes, it might actually be a good idea to take Fred home too. I can't imagine one of the twins being here without the other." She said.

"Exactly, I'm not sure how they'd react to being apart for so long. I don't think they've ever been apart for more than twelve hours probably."

McGonagall once again looked quite shocked.

"Obviously with how everything is going of course you can take the three boys home. They have exams in just over a week, and then there's two weeks after that left of term."

"Would it possible for them to floo in for exams?"

"Of course, all three of them can come straight here into my office. I'll also make sure that they can do them in here."

"Their exams? Don't they need to be in a specific room?"

"Normally, yes. However, as it stands I don't think Harry should be in large rooms around a ton of people, especially not people who are going to be whispering and talking about him."

"I agree. We're hoping this doesn't set Harry back too far. We're going to see if we can up his therapist appointments, just for the next couple of weeks."

"That would likely be beneficial. I'll speak to all the professors who have all three boys and see if they're willing to test them slightly later in the day than the rest so that they wouldn't end up seeing their housemates, unless they were specifically told where they would be."

"That would be beneficial. What about the written portion of the exams?"

"They can be done at the same time as their housemates, but I'll have them do it in my office. So if Harry had exams and your two boys didn't, he would be in here alone. If all three of them had exams, they'd all be here."

"That's amazing, thank you."

"There's a staff meeting tonight, so I'll be able to speak to all the professors then and we can draw up a timetable. I'll have a house elf bring it over as soon as it is done."

"Thank you Minerva."

She smiled at him.

"Shall we go and collect the boys?"

Arthur nodded, and the two left the office walking towards Gryffindor tower in comfortable silence. Mr Weasley knew there were still a few questions he needed to ask the professor, and yet he didn't want to speak, just in case any students overheard their conversation, Harry didn't need more rumours about him getting out.

"Wait here just a moment." McGonagall said as they reached the common room, and she moved him to a side which meant he was hidden when the portrait hole was open.

McGonagall entered the common room and noticed there were a fair amount of students in there, and she sighed.

"Students, if all of you could make your way to the Great Hall, I need to speak with you all there. If any of your friends from Gryffindor house are not here, can you get them and make them go to the hall as well?"

Students nodded as they scrambled to leave the portrait hole.

"I'll be around half an hour. Mr Weasley, if you could make sure the house elves bring refreshments?"

"Of course." Percy said before ushering more students out of the portrait hole.

When the last student was gone, McGonagall ducked her head out of the tower and motioned for Arthur to follow her up to the makeshift dorm through the males third year dorm that she had made for Harry's friends.

As they entered, they noticed Harry's sleeping form in one of the beds. Arthur frowned, wondering why the boy would still be asleep considering what time of day it was. Harry tended to be an early riser.

"He's having a rough day." McGonagall told him softly.

Arthur nodded.

"Shall we get the others and then wake him?"

Arthur nodded again.

As they entered Hermione's alcove in the room, all of the students turned to look at the two adults, and Arthur realised with a shock that Madam Pomfrey was also there.

"Poppy?" McGonagall asked, also shocked.

"Mr Weasley punched a wall."

George looked ashamed, and Fred rubbed his back slightly, trying to comfort his twin. Arthur sighed, but decided not to mention it, he had been tempted to do something very similar when he had heard the news, and he wasn't even Harry's soulmate. He couldn't begin to imagine the emotional pain the youngest twin was feeling.

"Dad?" George asked softly.

Arthur rushed over to his son, sweeping him into his arms, and George broke down, sobbing into his Father's chest. As George sobbed, Fred leant against his Dad as he also sought comfort but didn't want to take his Father's attention from his twin.

As both twins took support from him, Arthur thought about how young the twins really were. Neither of the twins were especially affectionate with their parents, instead they were independent and rarely asked their parents for anything and something the Weasley parents forgot the boys were only fourteen.

"It's okay boys, I've come to take you kids home. We're going back to the Burrow." He said, running a hand down George's arm.

"A very good idea." Hermione said knowingly.

"What about exams?" Fred asked.

"The three of you will floo over here for exams."

"I'll get Harry up." George said, pulling away from his Dad and drying his eyes on his sleeves.

"I'll sort out the cases." His Dad said.

Arthur went to sort out the three boys' cases and realised that they had kept their cases mainly packed, excluding some posters on the walls and a few bits and pieces in drawers around their beds for Fred and George. Arthur wasn't sure exactly where Harry's dorm was, so he'd have to wait to see if there was anything else for Harry.

He bent over Fred's trunk pretending to sort it out as he secretly watched his second youngest son interact with his soulmate.

"Harry, come on wake up." George whispered, stroking Harry's hair revealing the lightning bolt scar beneath it.

Harry moved slightly, yawning as he did.

"Come on 'Ry."

Harry opened his eyes slightly.

"Georgie." He said, his voice cracking slightly as he did.

"I know 'Ry."

Harry gulped, clearly understanding what George was talking about.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. Don't ever think it is. I'm not angry you didn't tell me, I understand why you didn't."

Harry let out a slightly strangled sob.

"I'm so tired Gie."

"I know Harry. We're going home to the Burrow."

"Okay." He said, not even seeming to realise what was happening as he laid down again.

"Harry."

Harry didn't answer, clearly still exhausted.

"Are you ready to go?" Fred asked as he entered the room.

"Has Harry got anything else left in his dorm? Do you know?"

"He doesn't." George told him from across the room as he continued to run his fingers through Harry's hair.

"I'm ready then." Arthur said, shrinking down all three boys' trunks and putting them in his pocket as Professor McGonagall entered the room.

"Harry's not ready." Fred said.

"I'll carry him." George said determinedly.

Arthur and McGonagall shared a look before deciding it would be okay.

Noting their permission, George carefully picked up his soulmate, maneuvering him so that his head rested on George's shoulder. Seeing that they were ready, McGonagall began leading the three students and Mr Weasley to her office.

Luckily as they made their way to McGonagall's office there were no students on the corridors, meaning no one would approach them asking what was going on as they left the castle. Harry was still dressed in his pyjamas, and George also knew that Harry would not be entirely fond of everyone seeing him in them.

"Now students, I will see you in a couple of weeks." McGonagall said as she saw the children through the floo.

Harry and George went first, and George held tight to his soulmate as they went, not wanting to drop him. If he dropped him, he was certain he would lose him in the floo network, and Harry being who he was would be doomed.

As they arrived back at the Burrow, Mrs Weasley immediately rushed over to them, but George put a finger to his lips, indicating that Harry was sleeping.

"Go put him in his room." She said with a small smile as Fred flooed in behind them.

George nodded as he headed upstairs, and he could hear Fred following behind him. George carefully pushed the door open to Percy and Harry's immaculate room and Fred crept past him, pulling the covers free so that George could slip his soulmate into the bed carefully. Fred hurriedly left the room moments later, before reappearing with a blanket in a deep green that George recognised from his bed.

"Why've you got my blanket?" He whispered.

"It will likely smell like you. Harry will need the comfort when he wakes up."

George thought for a second before nodding.

"You're right." He said as Fred placed the blanket over the duvet on top of a sleeping Harry.

"I'm always right. Now, come on let's go downstairs."

"I'm right behind you." He said as he followed Fred out of the room.