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2 ::monotone:: I do not own any of the named characters in the following story. I never will. They belong to J.K. Rowling, bless her for creating them. Where did this idea come from? My own twisted mind. There is no evidence in the books to support this coupling (or tripling as the case is); I just got really bored.
3 Help From Twins
"YOU STUPID BOY!" shouted Harry's Uncle Vernon, "Went and got yourself a murderer for a godfather, oh, that was all right, but now you've brought your parent's murderer on us! You ungrateful freak! Threatening my wife and child! I should have had you kicked out of here a long time ago!"
Kicks to Harry's stomach and blows to his nephew's malnourished frame punctuated his entire rant. Harry made no move to stop them, which would just make Vernon angrier, but he also refused to scream.
"WELL? What have you to say for yourself?" Vernon shouted once more, hauling Harry to his feet.
Harry said nothing.
"Nothing? NOTHING?! You unbearable git!" the fat man roared, throwing his nephew back, onto a vase that smashed as the boy landed on it.
Harry's head hit the wall hard enough to make him see stars and the pieces of ceramic tore hungrily into his skin. Newly healed cuts reopened, causing him to wince, and blackness was tugging at the edges of his blurred vision; his glasses had been lost somewhere in the beating. He heard the familiar sound of a fire roaring up with the use of Floo powder; apparently one of the twins had decided to visit him.
"Harry, old boy!" said Fred's cheerful voice, "Simply splendid - OH MY GOD! What have you done to him, you great old goat?!"
Harry would have laughed if not for the feeling of elephants dancing in his head on pogo sticks.
"'Lo, Fred," he grinned weakly.
Then he passed out.
* * *
He awoke to find himself in the Burrow. He was sitting on a comfortable bed, Fred's or George's by the look of the room, and his glasses were on the small table next to him. He sat up, put them on, and proceeded to look around, waiting for one of the twins or perhaps Mrs. Weasley to come in and ask him how he was doing. Sure enough, the twins walked in a moment later, one leaning against the door, the other murmuring to him. Harry grinned and waved at them, then frowned when they didn't wave back. He stood and walked over to them, but got a nasty shock when they walked right past him without so much as a 'hello'.
"Harry . " Fred's voice murmured to the bed he sat on.
"Uh, Fred?" Harry asked, confused, "I'm back here."
"Harry, come on! You've got to wake up!" Fred insisted.
"But I am! Guys, I'm right here!" Harry shot back.
He sighed and sat down on the other bed, looking at what he assumed was George's back. Then he chuckled to himself bitterly. Four years, nearly five, and he still couldn't tell which was which twin by looking. He had to hear their voices for that.
"Really Fred, you're being stupid," he informed the twins.
"Look, Harry," George started, "Would it help if I said 'I love you'? Come on you stupid bugger! Wake up! This is no time to play dead!"
"You too, George?" Harry asked, shaking his head.
"Really Harry. You're starting to make us worry. Come on, old boy, I know you're not dead so just wake up."
There was silence for a while before Fred looked helplessly at his twin. George shared the look and shook his head.
"Mum and Dad won't be back for another week. Percy hasn't responded to my owl, I suspect he's swamped with work. Good job Ginny's at her friends."
"Yeah . "
"Buck up, Fred. He's pulled himself out of worse than this," George said confidently, "He won't die. He won't."
Harry groaned and shook his head. "You're both nutters. I don't even know why you bothered bringing me here. I'm not dead, though at this point I wouldn't mind it in the least."
"You don't mean that."
Harry whipped around to the face the owner of the voice, vaguely noticing the Burrow disappear around him.
"Mum? Dad?" he whispered.
Standing in front of him were his parents. Parents he had not known, parents who had been murdered when he was a baby. Lily and James Potter smiled lovingly down at their only son.
"What . what are you doing here?" Harry asked in shock.
Lily floated near him and wrapped him in a hug. A hug he could feel.
"Am I dead, then? Is that what they're going on about?"
"No, son," James said, shaking his head, "This is where you must choose your fate. You can either fight for life, or sink away in death."
Harry looked down at his feet, digesting this information. He felt a comforting hand on his shoulder and looked up into his father's eyes.
"We're here to help you choose, Harry. Your mother and I have discussed this, and we're here to help you choose life."
"But . "
"Harry, we love you. Never forget that. But as much as we would love to have you with us again, there will be time enough for that later. There are those who need you more than we do." Lily said.
Harry looked his mother, "Name one."
"I can name two," she smiled. And pointed.
Fred and George appeared, both crouched over the bed, but now Harry could see exactly what was on there. Or, more precisely, who. His body lay there, still, looking very much like he was asleep. From the shaking of the twins' shoulders, Harry thought they might be laughing, but then George lifted his face to look at Fred. They were crying.
"Yes," James said, "They're crying for you. We've been watching them watch you ever since you joined the House Quidditch team. Before I forget, I should mention that I'm proud of you, son," he winked, "Never missed a match."
"James," Lily scolded gently, smiling, then she picked up for him, "Those two have watched you fall off your broom so many times and seen you nearly dead so many times that they soon became very protective of you. It was only a matter of time before those protective feelings grew into love."
Harry looked up at his mother, shocked out of words. He'd known he fancied boys over girls for a while, but he had no idea the twins could possibly feel the same way. James took his hesitation the wrong way and raised Harry's chin so he could look into his son's eyes.
"Harry, I know you feel the same way about them. Look, we love you, remember that. But we're dead. They love you, and they're alive."
"James!" Lily said, scandalized, "Don't frighten him like that!"
"Sorry."
Harry grinned at his abashed looking father before running to tackle him in a hug, which was promptly returned.
"I love you, Mum, Dad." he choked through tears, "So I'll go back for you. For them. And besides, I promised Hagrid I'd visit him and Fang."
Lily swept her son into another hug, something she couldn't seem to get enough of. James joined in this time, and when they released him, all three were crying to some degree. Lily reached into her robes and pulled out a beautifully carved silver ring.
"Petunia always wanted this. She tried to steal it on more occasions than I can count. Show it to her, and tell her that if she or Vernon ever touch you again, we'll both come after them."
James sighed.
"And they called me the trouble maker. But, Harry, do remember to tell them," he winked.
Harry grinned widely at his father.
"I will, Dad."
"You've made a wise choice, dear, and we have to go now. But remember, we'll always be watching over you, even if you can't see us." Lily whispered, kissing his cheek and giving him one last hug.
Then she disappeared. James smiled and kissed the top of his son's head.
"We're proud of you, son. We love you."
Harry smiled around tears and nodded. "I know. I love you too."
"No more crying," James said thickly, wiping the tears off Harry's face, "It's not really goodbye, you know."
"I know. I know," Harry said, more to convince himself to stop crying than anything, "I'll miss you. Oh, and I'll send Sirius your love, shall I?"
"Yes, do that," James nodded. He noticed he was beginning to fade out, and so wrapped his arms around Harry one more time, "We love you so much, son, never forget that."
Harry nodded, not moving until he could no longer feel his father's arms around him. Then he turned around, and noticed he was back in the Burrow. Smiling slightly, he glided over to where he body lay, and touched it. A bright light surrounded him, so bright he was sure he'd wake up blind. Then everything was black.
~Finis, chapter one~
So, what d'yall think? I hope it's up to standard =^-^=. Be gentle, it is my first Harry Potter fic, you know. Reviews are welcome (hint, hint)
2 ::monotone:: I do not own any of the named characters in the following story. I never will. They belong to J.K. Rowling, bless her for creating them. Where did this idea come from? My own twisted mind. There is no evidence in the books to support this coupling (or tripling as the case is); I just got really bored.
3 Help From Twins
"YOU STUPID BOY!" shouted Harry's Uncle Vernon, "Went and got yourself a murderer for a godfather, oh, that was all right, but now you've brought your parent's murderer on us! You ungrateful freak! Threatening my wife and child! I should have had you kicked out of here a long time ago!"
Kicks to Harry's stomach and blows to his nephew's malnourished frame punctuated his entire rant. Harry made no move to stop them, which would just make Vernon angrier, but he also refused to scream.
"WELL? What have you to say for yourself?" Vernon shouted once more, hauling Harry to his feet.
Harry said nothing.
"Nothing? NOTHING?! You unbearable git!" the fat man roared, throwing his nephew back, onto a vase that smashed as the boy landed on it.
Harry's head hit the wall hard enough to make him see stars and the pieces of ceramic tore hungrily into his skin. Newly healed cuts reopened, causing him to wince, and blackness was tugging at the edges of his blurred vision; his glasses had been lost somewhere in the beating. He heard the familiar sound of a fire roaring up with the use of Floo powder; apparently one of the twins had decided to visit him.
"Harry, old boy!" said Fred's cheerful voice, "Simply splendid - OH MY GOD! What have you done to him, you great old goat?!"
Harry would have laughed if not for the feeling of elephants dancing in his head on pogo sticks.
"'Lo, Fred," he grinned weakly.
Then he passed out.
* * *
He awoke to find himself in the Burrow. He was sitting on a comfortable bed, Fred's or George's by the look of the room, and his glasses were on the small table next to him. He sat up, put them on, and proceeded to look around, waiting for one of the twins or perhaps Mrs. Weasley to come in and ask him how he was doing. Sure enough, the twins walked in a moment later, one leaning against the door, the other murmuring to him. Harry grinned and waved at them, then frowned when they didn't wave back. He stood and walked over to them, but got a nasty shock when they walked right past him without so much as a 'hello'.
"Harry . " Fred's voice murmured to the bed he sat on.
"Uh, Fred?" Harry asked, confused, "I'm back here."
"Harry, come on! You've got to wake up!" Fred insisted.
"But I am! Guys, I'm right here!" Harry shot back.
He sighed and sat down on the other bed, looking at what he assumed was George's back. Then he chuckled to himself bitterly. Four years, nearly five, and he still couldn't tell which was which twin by looking. He had to hear their voices for that.
"Really Fred, you're being stupid," he informed the twins.
"Look, Harry," George started, "Would it help if I said 'I love you'? Come on you stupid bugger! Wake up! This is no time to play dead!"
"You too, George?" Harry asked, shaking his head.
"Really Harry. You're starting to make us worry. Come on, old boy, I know you're not dead so just wake up."
There was silence for a while before Fred looked helplessly at his twin. George shared the look and shook his head.
"Mum and Dad won't be back for another week. Percy hasn't responded to my owl, I suspect he's swamped with work. Good job Ginny's at her friends."
"Yeah . "
"Buck up, Fred. He's pulled himself out of worse than this," George said confidently, "He won't die. He won't."
Harry groaned and shook his head. "You're both nutters. I don't even know why you bothered bringing me here. I'm not dead, though at this point I wouldn't mind it in the least."
"You don't mean that."
Harry whipped around to the face the owner of the voice, vaguely noticing the Burrow disappear around him.
"Mum? Dad?" he whispered.
Standing in front of him were his parents. Parents he had not known, parents who had been murdered when he was a baby. Lily and James Potter smiled lovingly down at their only son.
"What . what are you doing here?" Harry asked in shock.
Lily floated near him and wrapped him in a hug. A hug he could feel.
"Am I dead, then? Is that what they're going on about?"
"No, son," James said, shaking his head, "This is where you must choose your fate. You can either fight for life, or sink away in death."
Harry looked down at his feet, digesting this information. He felt a comforting hand on his shoulder and looked up into his father's eyes.
"We're here to help you choose, Harry. Your mother and I have discussed this, and we're here to help you choose life."
"But . "
"Harry, we love you. Never forget that. But as much as we would love to have you with us again, there will be time enough for that later. There are those who need you more than we do." Lily said.
Harry looked his mother, "Name one."
"I can name two," she smiled. And pointed.
Fred and George appeared, both crouched over the bed, but now Harry could see exactly what was on there. Or, more precisely, who. His body lay there, still, looking very much like he was asleep. From the shaking of the twins' shoulders, Harry thought they might be laughing, but then George lifted his face to look at Fred. They were crying.
"Yes," James said, "They're crying for you. We've been watching them watch you ever since you joined the House Quidditch team. Before I forget, I should mention that I'm proud of you, son," he winked, "Never missed a match."
"James," Lily scolded gently, smiling, then she picked up for him, "Those two have watched you fall off your broom so many times and seen you nearly dead so many times that they soon became very protective of you. It was only a matter of time before those protective feelings grew into love."
Harry looked up at his mother, shocked out of words. He'd known he fancied boys over girls for a while, but he had no idea the twins could possibly feel the same way. James took his hesitation the wrong way and raised Harry's chin so he could look into his son's eyes.
"Harry, I know you feel the same way about them. Look, we love you, remember that. But we're dead. They love you, and they're alive."
"James!" Lily said, scandalized, "Don't frighten him like that!"
"Sorry."
Harry grinned at his abashed looking father before running to tackle him in a hug, which was promptly returned.
"I love you, Mum, Dad." he choked through tears, "So I'll go back for you. For them. And besides, I promised Hagrid I'd visit him and Fang."
Lily swept her son into another hug, something she couldn't seem to get enough of. James joined in this time, and when they released him, all three were crying to some degree. Lily reached into her robes and pulled out a beautifully carved silver ring.
"Petunia always wanted this. She tried to steal it on more occasions than I can count. Show it to her, and tell her that if she or Vernon ever touch you again, we'll both come after them."
James sighed.
"And they called me the trouble maker. But, Harry, do remember to tell them," he winked.
Harry grinned widely at his father.
"I will, Dad."
"You've made a wise choice, dear, and we have to go now. But remember, we'll always be watching over you, even if you can't see us." Lily whispered, kissing his cheek and giving him one last hug.
Then she disappeared. James smiled and kissed the top of his son's head.
"We're proud of you, son. We love you."
Harry smiled around tears and nodded. "I know. I love you too."
"No more crying," James said thickly, wiping the tears off Harry's face, "It's not really goodbye, you know."
"I know. I know," Harry said, more to convince himself to stop crying than anything, "I'll miss you. Oh, and I'll send Sirius your love, shall I?"
"Yes, do that," James nodded. He noticed he was beginning to fade out, and so wrapped his arms around Harry one more time, "We love you so much, son, never forget that."
Harry nodded, not moving until he could no longer feel his father's arms around him. Then he turned around, and noticed he was back in the Burrow. Smiling slightly, he glided over to where he body lay, and touched it. A bright light surrounded him, so bright he was sure he'd wake up blind. Then everything was black.
~Finis, chapter one~
So, what d'yall think? I hope it's up to standard =^-^=. Be gentle, it is my first Harry Potter fic, you know. Reviews are welcome (hint, hint)