A person who did not know Harry Pot

A person who did not know Harry Potter personally would think that a 12 year old boy being angry was no big deal… and such a person would be definitely making a big mistake. Harry Potter, after all, was not just your regular 12 year old kid. He was a young wizard with an exceptionally strong magical core and he was seriously pissed off.

"First they don't write the entire summer! Then I hear Molly talking to Ron about the money they were receiving from Dumbledore for being my friends... paid from my vault no less!.." – Harry began ranting, his chest heaving, as his magic swirled wildly around him like a wind – "Then it comes out that it's not only Ron, but his sister and Hermione as well that are spying on me for that Headmaster!.. And now this? It's like he wanted me to be a total idiot!"

Fred, George and Neville, who wisely retreated a bit when magic began crackling around him, shared a concerned glance. They knew things were bad, but what they've just heard was beyond any rational limits.

"Oh Merlin… How the heck did he manage to not have them killed?" – whispered Fred in awe.

"How much patience does he have? To know that many condemning things and not take action at once?" – came George's equally quiet and awed voice.

Neville shivered at the amount of power his friend possessed:

"True… but we do have to snap him out of it… Should anyone see him like this…"

The boys didn't have to worry though, as the wind caused by Harry's magic slowly died down and the boy started to fall down, completely exhausted.

"Shit!" – with a muttered curse both twins rushed up to the falling boy and caught the child before he hit the floor.

"Wow… he's totally out of it…" – murmured Fred.

"Okay, then. Neville, take his bag to your room, we'll carry Harry." – said George. Being the older twin, he was a bit more responsible and serious, though he rarely had reason to show this side of him to anyone.


When Harry woke up, it was dark outside. He blushed slightly, when he recalled how he blew up in front of Neville and the twins. He was still slightly tired, but he sat up and looked around. It looked like at one point his friends carried him to bed. Harry noticed that all three of them were still in the room, all asleep. He himself was sharing a bed with one of the twins, while Neville shared his with the other. Without realizing it, Harry cuddled with George as frantic thoughts ran around his mind.

'Merlin, I really did it this time…' – he thought – 'I can't believe I blew up like that and in front of them none the less… How do I explain this?'

He was jolted out of his musings when he felt George's arm tighten around his wait:

"You're thinking too hard, Harry. Sleep. We'll figure everything out tomorrow." – murmured the ginger sleepily.

"Okay…" – muttered Potter as he drifted off to sleep, for once in his life feeling warm, safe and protected in the circle of the older boy's arms.

'I wonder is this how it feels to have a family…' – was his last conscious thought.


A loud 'CLICK' was what woke Harry up in the morning. The boy wanted to sit up, but something wouldn't let him. He frowned and glanced around – he was held by a sleeping Weasley twin, he wasn't sure which one, though if he had to guess he'd say it was George.

Harry blushed slightly at the position he woke up in – he was after all already 12, therefore it was embarrassing to be held during the night like some small kid. With some difficulty he crawled out from the circle of George's arms and made a dash for the bathroom. After relieving himself and taking a quick shower, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, noting how his hair was slowly becoming fuller, silkier, gaining a bluish tint to it.

'I lost it yesterday…' – he thought miserably as he recalled the events of the previous evening – 'I told them everything… I… what the heck am I supposed to do now? The twins will probably hate me now…'

However Harry was not allowed to wallow in self-pity, because the bathroom door opened and George walked in, regarding the younger boy carefully:

"I do hope you do not think that we're about to blame you." – the ginger stated in a calm voice, his face calm and gentle.

"But… but I…" – sputtered Harry, trying to find the right words for what he was feeling and for what he thought he did – "I told you all those things … and…"

"And both Fred and I, and I'm sure Neville as well, are very glad that you confided in us." – interrupted George before Harry got carried away with the pity party.

"You sure?" – asked Harry quietly. He thought about how he woke up last night and the memory of falling asleep while being held, feeling warm and protected and cared for slowly brought him out of his flunk.

"Positive." – George reassured him – "Now come, the others are up and we have lots of planning to do."

Just as the ginger said, both his brother and Neville were up and apparently Fred was busy teaching Neville a spell.

"Morning Harry," – exclaimed Neville happily as he saw that his friend was up and about – "Fred is teaching me the color switch spell. Want to give it a try?"

"S-sure…" – stammered Harry, he was expecting questions and demands and here they were behaving like the 'episode' never happened. It was not what he was used to and thus he didn't know just how to behave. All the books he read were useless in a situation like this.

George sat at the desk, which was occupied by the pile of books and scrolls with homework, and watched his younger twin teach the two boys the spell, his mind churning with all the new information. As much as he wanted to push it aside and join the others, he knew they needed a plan and a good one, not just a thirst for revenge. Last night both he and Fred stayed up late thinking about everything they learnt from Harry's rant and what it meant to them. The twins decided to write to their older brothers, Bill and Charlie, at some point. It was clear that their mother, along with Ron and Ginny were in on Dumbledore's scheme. Thus they needed to learn if their father and older brothers were involved. Both George and Fred were pretty sure that the only other Weasley who could be in on the plan was Percy, but they decided that careful probing would be a better way to go than outright accusations. Unlike the two of them, Neville didn't have anything to think about, he was with Harry all the way.

Finally George noticed that both boys successfully changed the colour of the toy they were practising on.

"Wow, Fred… you should consider becoming a professor after school!" – he teased his other half.

"Yeah, right…" – drawled other red-head – "These two are just that good."

They were interrupted by the arrival of Ron Weasley.

"Harry, mate, are you up? I'm coming in."

The boys shared a look. They were not keen on Ron finding his brothers in Harry's room. Thus the teens hid under the beds and observed, ready to defend Harry should the need arise. Neville got onto the bed and pretended to be asleep. Harry took his place at the table and busied himself with organizing his desk.

When Ron entered the room, his eyes quickly took in everything, starting from the decorations and ending with Harry's clothes.

"Hey, mate!" – he said cheerfully – "Going for breakfast?"

"Not quite yet, Ronald." – responded Harry calmly, his voice indifferent.

"Why not?" – asked the carrot top frowning slightly – "Come on, Harry, I'm hungry!"

"Then go on your own." – said the raven haired wizard flatly – "I'm finishing my Potions essay!"

"Homework before breakfast?" – asked Ron incredulously – "You're worse than Hermione!"

"Oh really?" – inquired Harry harshly – "I wonder, what exactly are you doing inviting me to breakfast with you in the first place?"

"Huh?" – was the ever so eloquent answer.

"If you don't remember, you punched Neville last week for being my friend." – drawled Harry, sounding a bit like Draco.

"So he went and snitched like the coward he is?" – spat Ron – "You don't need to lower yourself to trash like him! You're Harry Potter!"

"I know my name, thank you, Ronald!" – he bit out, feeling annoyed – "And who exactly gave you the right to decide if I can become friends with Neville, or anyone else for that matter?"

"…" – Ronald couldn't seem to find an answer.

"Get out. I don't want to talk to you until you apologize to Neville and write a formal apology to his Gran."

That sent the other boy scurrying from the room.


When they made it to breakfast, Harry, Neville, Fred and George made sure to sit as far from Ron and Hermione as possible. While Dumbledore was making some announcement, Harry cursed Ron, Neville got some Hufflepuff, while Pansy and Draco, who were told about the prank earlier that morning, eagerly cursed a muggleborn that somehow got into Slytherin and some stuck up Ravenclaw. The twins discreetly cursed Lockhart. Originally they were not going to charm a staff member, but seeing how it was just Lockhart, they figured it would be okay.

The laughing session that ensued was a loud one. Everyone found the prank rather amusing… except Ron and the other victims that is. The youngest Weasley brother was shrieking like a girl, while Lockhart was running back and forth wailing worse than a banshee.

"Well, this is really good." – decided Harry – "We really should do things like that more often."

Further down the Gryffindor table a muggleborn first year Colin Creevey was clicking his camera like a person possessed, muttering about great shots.

Further down the Gryffindor table a muggleborn first year Colin Creevey was clicking his camera like a person possessed, muttering about great shots.

Dumbledore observed the chaos with a mad twinkle in his eyes. He really did enjoy a good prank, especially if he was not the target. Nearby Minerva and Severus were enjoying Lockhart's humiliation so much that they decided to give the Weasley twins, for in their minds there were no o

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Một người không biết Harry Potter cá nhân sẽ nghĩ rằng một cậu bé 12 tuổi bị tức giận đã không có việc lớn... và một người sẽ chắc chắn làm cho một sai lầm lớn. Harry Potter, sau khi tất cả, đã không chỉ là của bạn kid năm 12 tuổi thường xuyên. Ông là một pháp sư trẻ với một lõi mạnh mẽ đặc biệt huyền diệu và ông đã được nghiêm túc pissed off."Lần đầu tiên họ không viết toàn bộ mùa hè! Sau đó tôi nghe nói chuyện với Ron về số tiền họ đã nhận từ giáo sư Dumbledore vì bạn bè của tôi Molly trả tiền từ vault của tôi không kém!... "-Harry bắt đầu ranting, ngực heaving, như kỳ diệu của ông hoà quyện wildly xung quanh anh ta giống như một cơn gió-" sau đó nó đi ra rằng đó là không chỉ Ron, nhưng ông chị và Hermione cũng đang làm gián điệp vào tôi cho hiệu trưởng đó!... Và bây giờ điều này? Nó là giống như ông muốn tôi trở thành một tổng số idiot!"Fred, George và Neville, người một cách khôn ngoan, rút lui một chút khi ma thuật bắt đầu kêu xung quanh anh ta, chia sẻ một nháy mắt quan tâm. Họ biết những điều xấu, nhưng những gì họ đã chỉ nghe đã vượt quá bất kỳ giới hạn hợp lý."Oh Merlin... Làm thế nào các heck đã làm ông quản lý để không có họ chết?"-thì thầm Fred trong awe."Bao nhiêu kiên nhẫn cậu ấy có? Để biết rằng nhiều điều lên án ở đây và không hành động cùng một lúc?"-đến George đều yên tĩnh và awed giọng nói.Neville shivered số lượng điện người bạn của ông sở hữu:"True... nhưng chúng tôi đã chụp anh ta ra khỏi nó... Nên bất cứ ai nhìn thấy anh ta như thế này..."Các chàng trai không phải lo lắng mặc dù, như gió gây ra bởi ma thuật của Harry từ từ chết và cậu bé bắt đầu rơi xuống, hoàn toàn cạn kiệt."Chết tiệt!"-với một lời nguyền muttered cả hai anh em sinh đôi đổ xô đến thằng bé rơi xuống và bắt gặp con trước khi ông đập xuống sàn."Wow... ông là hoàn toàn ra khỏi nó..."-murmured Fred."OK, sau đó. Neville, có túi của mình để phòng của bạn, chúng tôi sẽ thực hiện Harry. "-nói George. Là sinh đôi lớn, ông là một chút hơn trách nhiệm và nghiêm trọng, mặc dù ông hiếm khi có lý do để hiển thị này bên của anh ta cho bất cứ ai.Khi Harry tỉnh dậy, nó đã được tối tăm bên ngoài. Ông hơi, trang khi ông nhớ lại như thế nào ông thổi ở phía trước của Neville và các em sinh đôi. Ông vẫn còn là một chút mệt mỏi, nhưng ông ngồi lên và nhìn xung quanh. Nó trông giống như tại một thời điểm bạn bè của mình thực Anh ta ngủ. Harry nhận thấy rằng tất cả ba trong số đó đã vẫn còn trong phòng, mọi ng ngủ. Ông đã tự mình đã chia sẻ một giường với một trong các em sinh đôi, trong khi Neville chia sẻ của mình với người kia. Mà không nhận ra nó, Harry cuddled với George như điên cuồng suy nghĩ chạy xung quanh tâm trí của mình.'Merlin, tôi thực sự đã làm nó thời gian này...'-ông nghĩ-' tôi không thể tin rằng tôi thổi như thế và ở phía trước của họ không ít hơn... Làm thế nào để tôi giải thích điều này?'Ông được jolted ra khỏi musings của mình khi ông cảm thấy cánh tay của George thắt chặt xung quanh chờ đợi của ông:"Bạn đang suy nghĩ quá khó, Harry. Ngủ. Chúng tôi sẽ tìm tất cả mọi thứ trong ngày mai."-murmured gừng sleepily."Rồi..."-muttered Potter như ông trôi dạt ra ngủ, cho một lần trong cuộc sống của mình cảm giác ấm, Két an toàn và bảo vệ trong vòng tròn của cánh tay của cậu bé lớn.' Tôi tự hỏi là điều này như thế nào nó cảm thấy có một gia đình...'-là suy nghĩ có ý thức cuối cùng của mình.A loud 'CLICK' was what woke Harry up in the morning. The boy wanted to sit up, but something wouldn't let him. He frowned and glanced around – he was held by a sleeping Weasley twin, he wasn't sure which one, though if he had to guess he'd say it was George.Harry blushed slightly at the position he woke up in – he was after all already 12, therefore it was embarrassing to be held during the night like some small kid. With some difficulty he crawled out from the circle of George's arms and made a dash for the bathroom. After relieving himself and taking a quick shower, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, noting how his hair was slowly becoming fuller, silkier, gaining a bluish tint to it.'I lost it yesterday…' – he thought miserably as he recalled the events of the previous evening – 'I told them everything… I… what the heck am I supposed to do now? The twins will probably hate me now…'However Harry was not allowed to wallow in self-pity, because the bathroom door opened and George walked in, regarding the younger boy carefully:"I do hope you do not think that we're about to blame you." – the ginger stated in a calm voice, his face calm and gentle."But… but I…" – sputtered Harry, trying to find the right words for what he was feeling and for what he thought he did – "I told you all those things … and…""And both Fred and I, and I'm sure Neville as well, are very glad that you confided in us." – interrupted George before Harry got carried away with the pity party."You sure?" – asked Harry quietly. He thought about how he woke up last night and the memory of falling asleep while being held, feeling warm and protected and cared for slowly brought him out of his flunk."Positive." – George reassured him – "Now come, the others are up and we have lots of planning to do."Just as the ginger said, both his brother and Neville were up and apparently Fred was busy teaching Neville a spell."Morning Harry," – exclaimed Neville happily as he saw that his friend was up and about – "Fred is teaching me the color switch spell. Want to give it a try?""S-sure…" – stammered Harry, he was expecting questions and demands and here they were behaving like the 'episode' never happened. It was not what he was used to and thus he didn't know just how to behave. All the books he read were useless in a situation like this.George sat at the desk, which was occupied by the pile of books and scrolls with homework, and watched his younger twin teach the two boys the spell, his mind churning with all the new information. As much as he wanted to push it aside and join the others, he knew they needed a plan and a good one, not just a thirst for revenge. Last night both he and Fred stayed up late thinking about everything they learnt from Harry's rant and what it meant to them. The twins decided to write to their older brothers, Bill and Charlie, at some point. It was clear that their mother, along with Ron and Ginny were in on Dumbledore's scheme. Thus they needed to learn if their father and older brothers were involved. Both George and Fred were pretty sure that the only other Weasley who could be in on the plan was Percy, but they decided that careful probing would be a better way to go than outright accusations. Unlike the two of them, Neville didn't have anything to think about, he was with Harry all the way.Finally George noticed that both boys successfully changed the colour of the toy they were practising on."Wow, Fred… you should consider becoming a professor after school!" – he teased his other half."Yeah, right…" – drawled other red-head – "These two are just that good."They were interrupted by the arrival of Ron Weasley."Harry, mate, are you up? I'm coming in."The boys shared a look. They were not keen on Ron finding his brothers in Harry's room. Thus the teens hid under the beds and observed, ready to defend Harry should the need arise. Neville got onto the bed and pretended to be asleep. Harry took his place at the table and busied himself with organizing his desk.When Ron entered the room, his eyes quickly took in everything, starting from the decorations and ending with Harry's clothes."Hey, mate!" – he said cheerfully – "Going for breakfast?""Not quite yet, Ronald." – responded Harry calmly, his voice indifferent."Why not?" – asked the carrot top frowning slightly – "Come on, Harry, I'm hungry!""Then go on your own." – said the raven haired wizard flatly – "I'm finishing my Potions essay!""Homework before breakfast?" – asked Ron incredulously – "You're worse than Hermione!""Oh really?" – inquired Harry harshly – "I wonder, what exactly are you doing inviting me to breakfast with you in the first place?""Huh?" – was the ever so eloquent answer."If you don't remember, you punched Neville last week for being my friend." – drawled Harry, sounding a bit like Draco."So he went and snitched like the coward he is?" – spat Ron – "You don't need to lower yourself to trash like him! You're Harry Potter!""I know my name, thank you, Ronald!" – he bit out, feeling annoyed – "And who exactly gave you the right to decide if I can become friends with Neville, or anyone else for that matter?""…" – Ronald couldn't seem to find an answer."Get out. I don't want to talk to you until you apologize to Neville and write a formal apology to his Gran."That sent the other boy scurrying from the room.When they made it to breakfast, Harry, Neville, Fred and George made sure to sit as far from Ron and Hermione as possible. While Dumbledore was making some announcement, Harry cursed Ron, Neville got some Hufflepuff, while Pansy and Draco, who were told about the prank earlier that morning, eagerly cursed a muggleborn that somehow got into Slytherin and some stuck up Ravenclaw. The twins discreetly cursed Lockhart. Originally they were not going to charm a staff member, but seeing how it was just Lockhart, they figured it would be okay.The laughing session that ensued was a loud one. Everyone found the prank rather amusing… except Ron and the other victims that is. The youngest Weasley brother was shrieking like a girl, while Lockhart was running back and forth wailing worse than a banshee."Well, this is really good." – decided Harry – "We really should do things like that more often."Further down the Gryffindor table a muggleborn first year Colin Creevey was clicking his camera like a person possessed, muttering about great shots.Further down the Gryffindor table a muggleborn first year Colin Creevey was clicking his camera like a person possessed, muttering about great shots.
Dumbledore observed the chaos with a mad twinkle in his eyes. He really did enjoy a good prank, especially if he was not the target. Nearby Minerva and Severus were enjoying Lockhart's humiliation so much that they decided to give the Weasley twins, for in their minds there were no o