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      Explicit
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  Category:
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  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry/?
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Fred_Weasley, George_Weasley, Draco_Malfoy, Ron_Weasley,
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      Published: 2014-04-03 Updated: 2016-06-09 Chapters: 8/? Words: 21238
****** To Be Normal ******
by LiteraryHedonism
Summary
     Harry Potter had always wished to be normal but no matter how hard he
     tried, it was simply not to be. Now that puberty is knocking on his
     door, the Wizarding World is about to find out just how different
     their savior really is. 3Plus, Anal, DP, Fingering, HJ, Herm, M/M,
     Minor2, Oral, Rim, SH, Solo, Toys, WD, WIP
Notes
     Because this is a work in progress, I'm not sure what all the
     warnings/tags/pairings will be. I will take requests however. Not
     beta'd.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Prologue *****
                                 To Be Normal
                                   Prologue
Petunia Dursley sat quietly in her pristine kitchen, her fingers tapped
impatiently on the table as she glared at the clock on the wall opposite to
her. She was loathed to have had to invite thatman to her home but thankfully
he’d agreed to meet with her late at night when no one, especially her husband
and son, would ever know he had been there.
She didn’t care what that man would try to argue, the freak would be leaving
this summer and never come back. She didn’t care where to, it didn’t matter if
it had nowhere to go; it would be gone from her home before the week was out
and that was final. She had waited long enough, had even kept it’s secret to
herself but soon that wouldn’t matter. She knew that soon, surely before the
summer was done, it would be impossible to hide just how much of a freak it
was.
There was a gentle knock on the front door, and Petunia pushed out a calming
breath. The heels of her house shoes clicked quickly as she marched to the
front door, seemingly ready to go to war.
Upon opening the door, she couldn’t help her face from pinching in disgust.
Even when they weren’t in their own world they couldn’t be bothered to dress
like normal people. “You…” She stated venomously.
“Good evening Petunia, I must say, I was rather surprised by your letter. But
never the less I am here. What was it you wanted to discuss my dear?” Albus
Dumbledore greeted the sour woman warmly, despite her obvious animosity.
“I am not your dear, now come in before one of the neighbors sees you.” Petunia
sneered at the old wizard before moving aside to let him in, once he’d passed
her she took a quick glance outside to reassure herself that no one had seen
her invite a strange old man into her home late at night. Her reputation would
be in ruins.
“Follow me.” The lanky woman moved passed the older man, making sure to leave
as much room as possible between them. She led them to the kitchen, where she
promptly sat in her usual seat.
“You have a lovely home Petunia, tell me how is Harry?” Dumbledore asked
pleasantly as he joined her at the kitchen table. He was curious about how
Harry was dealing with the events that had taken place at the end of term. It
had only been two weeks after all since he and Miss Granger had turned back
time to save Sirius from a fate worse than death. The fact that Petunia had
gone through the trouble of contacting him after she had demanded he stay out
of their lives in exchange for looking after the boy did not bode well.
“You have to take it back, the freak can no longer stay with us.” Petunia
stated sharply, she held her head high making it clear that she would not waver
on the matter.
Albus drew in quick shocked breath, he was well aware that the Dursleys held
little love for Harry but he had never imagined something like this. It took
considerable effort not to lose his temper, which spoke a great deal of how her
words upset him. “Now, Petunia… I know you’ve always been… upset with myself
and your sister for your inability to join her in the Magical world. But to
speak of Harry in such a way is no excuse.”
“That boy is a freak!” She hissed, “A bigger freak even than my sister ever
was!” Petunia glared at the old man hatefully, she would never want to take
part in that freakish world. “I’m not surprise she kept it a secret, you
obviously don’t know just how wrong that child is. I’ve hidden it for long
enough but soon I won’t be able to. The whole world will see just how much of
freak it is. It can’t stay here!” She spat, feeling a strange sense of relief
from finally being able to unload her burden.
Albus paled under his voluminous beard, he was completely unaware of any secret
Lily could have kept in regards to Harry.
Petunia felt a great deal pleasure at the obvious confusion on the old man’s
wrinkled face. “I knew it! Perfect Lily wasn’t so perfect! Her spawn brought
her so much shame she must have hidden the truth from all the other freaks.”
She snorted, folding her arms in triumph. “That boy was never a boy!”
“Excuse me?” Albus shed all pretence of knowing what was going on, he was now
thoroughly confused and his curiosity over wanting to know just what Petunia
was talking about overrode his anger at the way she was speaking of Lily and
her child.
Petunia’s face reddened briefly, though she felt pride at bringing the old
man’s world down around his ears, she had also wished he would have already
known, thus sparring her the indignity of having to explain. “It is neither a
boy, nor a girl! I discovered this the first time I was forced to change the
whelp’s nappy…”
Aging blue eyes blinked owlishly behind their spectacles before understanding
came to them. “You mean to say that Harry is a hermaphrodite?” Albus stated
calmly, yes this was indeed a surprise but he did not understand what the
problem was. True it wasn’t a very common condition amongst both muggles and
magicals but it wasn’t unheard of. And thankfully, most magical children
escaped many of the struggles muggle children often faced.
In fact, though he was sure Harry would not be pleased to hear this, this
revelation would no doubt add to the boy’sfame. He would have to speak with
Harry very soon, a lot would be changing for the child. This thought led him to
a serious worry however.
“Does Harry know what his condition is, what it will mean for the future?”
Petunia sneered; of course the old fool wouldn’t see just how much of a freak
her sister’s child was. Birds of feather after all…
“It knows exactly what it is, a freak! And it won’t be able to hide that for
much longer. Oh, I’ve seen the signs. It may have a… shaft,” Petunia bit out
uncomfortably. “But there are no bullocks, it’ll have the bleeds soon no doubt.
The only thing hiding it’s growing buds are Dudley’s old shirts which we’ve
generously allowed him to keep.” She hoped this would get her point across. It
would only be a matter of time, a very short amount of time at that, before it
became plain for everyone to see that the Potter spawn was beyond abnormal.
Dumbledore sighed with great disappointment… He had hoped that Petunia had let
go of her bitterness upon the loss of her sister and having a family of her
own. After all, she had accepted to look after the child to begin with… It
seemed he had been greatly mistaken. The wards he had keyed to Lily’s last
remaining relative were not worth the pain she was causing the child she had
been meant to care for, to protect.
“Very well, Petunia. You shall have your wish, though I must say that I pity
you and your family. Harry is wonderful child, full of love, loyalty and great
compassion. It truly is a miracle that he did not turn bitter and cold under
you supervision.” He ignored the woman’s indignant spluttering, rising from his
seat slowly. “As it is late, I will not rouse Harry from sleep, instead I will
come back tomorrow evening to pick him up. Fear not Mrs. Dursley, you will not
be seeing Harry again. Good night.”
“Good riddance! Why I even agreed to keep it instead of drowning the thing is
beyond me!” Petunia huffed while she escorted the old man out of her soon to be
freak free home. The relief she felt at finally being free from such a burden
permitted her to ignore the sad look the old wizard gave her.
She didn’t care what the old freak thought of her. She was normal, her husband
and son were perfectly normal, pleasant people. Her life would be perfect when
the last reminder of the stain her sister had been on that normality would be
gone from her life for good.
***** Chapter 1 - Dreams - *****
Chapter Notes
     Forgot my disclaimer on the previous chapter, this applies to ALL
     chapters:
     I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters, nor do I make any moneys
     of off this fictional work.
     (this fic has no beta, so sorry if I missed something)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                 To Be Normal
                                   Chapter 1
                                   -Dreams-
 
Harry walked down the empty corridor, he knew he was somewhere inside Hogwarts
but where exactly he couldn’t tell. He studied the paintings and the
architecture for clues but for some reason everything looked out of focus.
Taking off his glasses and looking down to grab the bottom hem of his shirt in
order to clean the lenses he gasped in shock at the sight of his exposed legs.
What the bloody hell was he doing walking around the school in a bloody skirt!
Cleaning off his glasses was forgotten, the horror he felt at his attire
dismissing all other thoughts. He pulled at the bottom of the skirt, desperate
to hide his thighs but this only caused the offending garment to slide lower
off his hips. The cool breeze suddenly brushing against his lower back stopped
all movements and Harry was sure he was now hyperventilating…
He was sure the skirt was shorter than the school issued ones, and the shirt
was smaller and tighter than he felt it had any right to be. Adding to his ever
growing panic, his school tie was resting between a pair of breasts; they were
very small but there was no denying they were there.
Harry felt tears prickle in his eyes, somehow his secret was out and he’d been
relegated to wear the girls’ uniform. Unable to stamp down his curiosity, he
checked the corridor to make sure he was still alone and lifted the skirt up
just high enough to slide his other hand to his crotch. He couldn’t help the
sigh of relief when he felt his prick was still there, freak he may be but he
wasn’t sure he’d be able to deal well with missing a crucial part of his
anatomy.
He was so deep in thought that he never noticed that he was no longer alone; a
yelp of surprise escaping as he felt one pair of hands clasp over mouth while
another set dragged him out of bright corridor and into a shadowed alcove.
Harry struggle against his abductors with all his strength but he was no match
against the obviously larger and stronger strangers.
He had been about to try to bite onto one of the large hands covering his mouth
when he heard an all too familiar chuckle, his eyes narrowed in anger; he
should have known.
“Now, now Harry. No need for hysterics~” It was one of the Weasley twins, but
as it was dark, Harry was unable to identify which one.
“Yeah, Harry. Don’t you trust us~” The twin behind him, the one that had been
clamping his mouth shut, teased.
“That hurts.” They chimed together.
Neither of the older boys let go of Harry, though his mouth was now free. The
twin facing him held on tightly to his hips, while the other snaked his arms
just below Harry’s small breast, causing the younger teen to stiffen.
“What are you two playing at? You scared the day lights out of me!” He accused,
trying to wiggle himself free to no avail.
“Why didn’t you tell us Harry?” The boy facing him asked, feigning hurt.
“We could’ve have helped, you know.” The other whispered and Harry shivered has
warm breath ghosted over his ear and down his neck.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry tried to sound firm but as the
hands on his hips started to rub slow circles on them, occasionally lifting his
shirt up and brushing against his bare skin, he felt his knees go weak and his
temperature rise.
“Harry, Harry.” The twins tutted in unison.
“We just want to help Harry~” Harry decided that the twin facing him was Fred,
it was easier to keep track of them this way, especially when they spoke like
this.
“Will you let us help you Harry?” George asked huskily.
Harry felt the heat rise up to his ears and the familiar tightening in his
groin. He shut his eyes, trying to will his growing erection away but gasped
loudly when George’s hands moved up to cup his breasts. The overly sensitive
nipples hardening at the touch.
“W-what are you doing?” Harry’s voice quaked while Fred’s large hands moved
down hips, over the too short skirt and glided onto his bare thighs.
“We like you Harry~” Fred answered, leaning down to lay gentle kisses on
Harry’s exposed neck.
“Will you let us take care of you?” George asked before taking Harry’s left
earlobe in his mouth and gently pinching his nipples.
Harry’s breath came in quick short bursts; he knew his brain wasn’t really
working properly, his hormones having gone through the roof under the twins’
talented teasing. His small cock had grown incredibly hard and was straining
and twitching against his pants, moisture had begun leaking from his hole – he
refused to use the V word or any other feminine variation for his female
anatomy- quickly soaking the area between his legs.
He groaned and whimpered; Fred had moved from caressing his thighs to kneading
his arse, his large hands easily palming each globe of muscle. George for his
part had latched on to Harry’s neck, loosened his tie and was now very slowly
undoing the buttons of Harry’s shirt.
“Fred, George?” Harry asked between panting breaths. He fancied them, had for a
good while now but had never imagined they’d be able to see past his
freakishness… He wanted them, wanted this. It felt so good, the warm hands
touching, the hot mouth on his neck.
“Will you let us, Harry?” They asked again in perfect unison, their already
deep voices pitching lower with lust.
“Gods, yes!” Harry burst out, gasping again when George ripped his shirt open,
exposing pale flushed flesh, his small breasts bouncing slightly and hard
nipples sticking out, begging for attention.
Harry’s brain turned off and he let himself get swept away by the twins’ now
almost frantic exploration of his body. He barely felt his skirt being pushed
up to just below his breasts and his pants pulled down to his ankles. He moaned
and threw his head back onto Georges shoulder has Fred grabbed a hold of prick,
slowly stroking it, occasionally smearing the beading pre-cum with his thumb.
“You’re beautiful like this Harry.” George affirmed loudly, his own breath
quickening as released his own trapped erection to rub it between the smaller
teen's firm ass cheeks.
Fred confirmed his agreement with a simple humming sound before his mouth
attached itself to Harry’s right nipple, sucking on the hard nub greedily.
“Fred!” Harry looked down in the shadowed alcove. He couldn’t see clearly but
he could make out the older teen's face looking up at him while pulling his
nipple taught.
Harry’s hips thrust forward of their own volition, wanting more pressure from
the hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. When he thrust back, he ground his
ass harder onto George’s much larger shaft which was leaving a slick patch
between his cleft.
Moans, groans and muttered intelligible words filled the alcove, the three
teens frantically rubbing and pulling at each other.
George was now playing with Harry’s left breast while nipping, licking and all
around worshiping Harry’s neck and shoulders. His hips grinding faster and
harder against the willing ass facing him.
Harry hummed in approval as he lifted his arms up and wrapped them loosely
around Georges’ neck. He whimpered in disappointment when Fred let go of the
abused nipple but was pleased when the boy’s mouth covered his own. Their
tongues rushed out into the other’s mouth, the kiss was brutal, demanding and
Harry didn’t care one bit that their teeth clacked together on occasion.
His body thrummed in approval at the rougher treatment and seemed to be begging
for more as he felt his juices begin to leak down his inner thighs. The growing
coil in his stomach was almost unbearable, he wanted to cum so badly but the
twins just wouldn’t let him.
Since Fred had let go his right breast, George’s free hand quickly took over.
Squeezing and pulling at the small yet extremely perky tits. He pinch, rolled
and pulled at the nipples causing Harry to arch his chest forward while
grinding his ass harder against the cock between his ass cheeks. Moans and
pleas to let him cum escaped the raven haired teen between the frantic kissing.
Fred smirked against Harry’s mouth and lowered himself to his knees. Even from
this position it was obvious how short the younger of them was, since Fred
still had to lean down a bit before taking Harry’s bouncing cock into mouth.
This time around Harry shouted, a string of expletives rushing out of his mouth
at the overwhelming feeling of someone’s hot wet mouth sucking him in deeply.
He doubted he would last much longer now, he could feel himself barreling to
the edge but for some reason just couldn’t seem to be able to let himself
tumble over it.
Suddenly Fred grabbed Harry’s left leg, nearly causing the teen to lose his
balance, and secured it high up on his shoulder. He continued to suck on
Harry’s cock with abandon, using his right hand he steadied the teen and his
left hand slowly searched out the soaking mess that lay between Harry’s thighs.
Nimble yet large fingers probed at the delicate folds of flesh, the abundant
moisture making it easy for him to maneuver his way in.
Harry’s eyes shot wide open once he figured out just what Fred was intending to
do. He opened his mouth to ask a question but was cut off by George who bit
down on his shoulder just as two of Fred’s fingers breached him.
A loud strangled moan shot out of Harry and his whole body stiffened then
shook. The joined sensations of the bite at the crook of his neck, his nipples
pulled taught, the cock furiously fucking the crevice of his ass, the mouth
humming around his own cock, and finally the fingers thrusting in and out of
his hole was simply too much. Harry’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and
he promptly passed out.
 
Harry shot up, gasping for breaths. His chest heaved, desperately trying to
draw in as much precious oxygen as possible. His body trembled and he blinked
blindly, a shaky hand reaching for his glasses. Finally after a few moments the
fog began to clear and Harry was able to think coherently.
He was on his rickety cot, in his dingy room back at the Dursleys. The whole
thing had been just a dream and Harry felt his face heat up in embarrassment,
he could feel the rapidly cooling patch at the front of his boxers and the
telltale dampness between his legs.
He groaned…
This wasn’t his first wet dream by a long shot or even his first time dreaming
about him being at the centre of a delicious Weasley Twins sandwich but he had
never dreamed of wearing the girls’ school uniform before… Harry had a random
thought that maybe it was simply a bad influence from the dirty mags he’d
filched from his cousin but he doubted it. In fact, he was pretty sure the
beginning of his dream had come from his growing fear that his body had started
to change near the end of last term and he dreaded what that would mean for
him.
Shooting a dirty look at his still beeping alarm clock, Harry leaned over to
shut it off. It was six am and it was time for him to get his morning chores
started. First he gingerly removed his boxers, choosing to hide the
incriminating evidence in his school trunk –he would sneak into the bathroom
sometime tonight to clean them up- and quickly rushed out with some clean
clothes to the bathroom for a cold wash down at the sink. He wasn’t allowed to
use the shower and was forced to make due with a ratty cloth, a bar of cheap
hand soap, and a single sink full of cold water. It sucked but he was used to
it and didn’t waste any time.
Ten minutes later saw Harry washed and dressed, quietly making his way down the
stairs to cook breakfast. However upon reaching the kitchen he stopped short, a
very confused look spreading across his face.
“Aunt Petunia?” Harry whispered, thoroughly gobsmacked by the site that greeted
him.
Petunia Dursley had already started breakfast; a task usually reserved for
Harry during the summer holidays. She was humming a pleasant tune, all the
while seeming to be dancing on air in her kitchen.
The usually sour woman stopped her odd behavior as her name was called. “Oh,
it’s you…” She sneered.
Harry was at least relieved that whatever was going on, his aunt wasn’t
treating him any different.
“Umm… I thought~” Harry started but was halted by his aunt.
“You’ll not be cooking any longer Freak.” She smiled in what Harry could only
describe as deranged and slightly manic way. “You’re leaving. For good!”
Petunia sniffed proudly, “I told that senile Headmaster of yours just what you
were.” This time her smile grew larger at seeing Harry’s destroyed expression.
Harry felt like his heart had dropped, tears welled up in his eyes and his fist
clenched tightly.
“If you’ll believe it, he didn’t seem bothered in the least.” Petunia
continued, revelling in Harry’s depression. “He’s coming to pick you up this
evening. Go pack your things and stay in your room until he shows up. Make a
sound, take anything that isn’t yours and I’ll tell Vernon just what you are
when he gets in early today. You can expect a proper beating if it comes to
that.”
Harry stared at his aunt numbly in a state of ambivalence; he was beyond happy
that Dumbledore would be coming to take him away from the Dursleys permanently
but at the same time his secret had been revealed…
“Did you hear me Freak?” Petunia glared at her nephew, her arms crossing,
spatula still in hand.
“Yes, aunt Petunia.” Without another word, Harry spun around as quickly as he
could and rushed up to his room, taking the stairs two at a time.
He was leaving his prison, not only early but from what Petunia had said he
wouldn’t be coming back. Ever. Maybe he could write to Ron and Hermione while
he waited for the Headmaster. He didn’t much care where he’d be going but hoped
he’d get to return to the Burrow… And as for his secret, well he’d just have to
find a way to get Dumbledore to agree to not tell anyone, easy right?
Right…?
 
Chapter End Notes
     So the skirt thing came out of nowhere... I have/had no intentions of
     making this a "Harry cross-dresses" fic. I blame too much hentai (is
     there such a thing?)... Anyway, if people like it, I may work that
     in, I've already had a content request for the next chapter so feel
     free to make suggestions.
***** Chapter 2 -Flight *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                 To Be Normal
                                   Chapter 2
                                   -Flight-
                                        
Harry watched Hedwig fly off into the distance, waiting until he couldn’t see
her anymore before he turned to study his room.
He’d written to Ron and Hermione, telling them the good news despite not
knowing where he’d be going. Harry had also asked Ron to look after his owl for
him until things were sorted out with Dumbledore; of course he also made sure
to convey his hopes about staying at the Burrow or at the very least that they
would see each other soon.
Now all he had to do was pack all of his things and wait the day away until
Dumbledore came to fetch him sometime in the evening.
It sounded easier said than done however. Sure, he had very few possessions to
begin with and as it had only been two weeks since he’d arrived at the
Dursleys', his belongings really hadn’t had a change to migrate far out of his
trunk yet.
No, the hard part, Harry had no doubt, would be the waiting. Maybe if he took
his time packing he could draw out the wait but honestly it wasn’t likely to
happen. Leaving this place couldn’t come fast enough.
Harry started by gathering his clothes in a large jumble, he spent enough time
cleaning up after his relatives that being messy was his way of distancing
himself from feeling like a house elf… He pried the trunk lid open with his
foot and unceremoniously dumped the pile of wrinkled clothes on top of school
things.
He did pause briefly and flushed had the thought of the soiled boxers now
hidden under what he’d just put in… This in turn brought about flashes of last
night’s dream and it took a lot of control to push those thoughts away. No
matter how much Harry wished he could lose himself in them.
He doubted there would be a chance for him to clean the boxers now. He chewed
at his lower lip. Was it worth the risk? He had no idea where he’d be going;
would he be able to do his own laundry? Harry’s stomach churned in horror at
the thought of Mrs. Weasley washing his things…
Maybe he could just bin them?
Harry shook himself out of his embarrassing thoughts; he’d worry about it
later, for now he had to finish packing his things.
The walls were next, he didn’t have much there either but a few drawings and
posters had snuck their way onto dull surfaces over the last few summers and
had miraculously survived. It wasn't like his relatives ever came into his
room, no doubt worried they would inadvertently become infected by his
freakishness merely by stepping over the threshold.
Lastly came the few things he’d hidden under the trick floor board. As much as
he had been surprised (and happy) that he’d been allowed to keep his trunk in
his room, he hadn’t been willing to chance his more precious items and the
small food store he’d brought from school.
If Harry thought his room had been depressing before, it was even more so now.
It truly hit him just how little he had, the fact that this really wasn’t his
home. Standing there in the middle of the barren room with its peeling paint,
scratched floors, the sad excuse for bed covered with thread bare blankets...
Living on the run with Sirius would have been more comfortable…
Harry snorted at the thought. It truly spoke of how much he hated his life with
his relatives that he had jumped at the idea of living with a veritable
stranger. He barely knew the man… And no matter his innocence, his godfather
had spent 12 years in prison with only the Dementors and crazed criminals for
company.
Harry suppressed a shiver at the thought of the vile creatures and he sincerely
hoped he would never have to see one of those… things… ever again.
Harry dejectedly made his way to his cot and flopped down to stare at the
spackled ceiling. Would Sirius even want him if he found out the truth about
Harry’s condition…?
Why did Petunia have to tell Dumbledore about his secret? That was the one
thing the both of them had ever seen eye to eye on; no one could ever know
about what he really was.
It didn’t matter that he had magic… He was already so different from everyone
else in his own world; he didn’t need another thing on top of it. He could just
see the headlines for the Prophet: Boy-Who-Lived really a girl! Or some such
nonsense…The media would have field day.
And god his dorm mates! He doubted Neville or Dean would say much but Seamus
and Ron had horrible tempers and always spoke before they thought. It was the
main reason why he kept the fact that he preferred blokes to himself.
Harry lost track of time as his thoughts cycled endlessly on the possibilities
his future held should the Headmaster reveal his secret. Each scenario getting
progressively worse than the one before it. In fact, Harry had become so
consumed by the dreadful things his mind supplied he never heard the knock on
his door. He certainly didn’t hear the creaking of hinges as his cousin open
the door.
“OI! Freak!” Dudley called out angrily causing Harry to bolt upright in his
cot.
Harry’s heart pounded loudly in his ears as he stared at Dudley in confusion.
“What do you want?” It was the best thing he could think of saying. Dudley
never came into his room. Never. So watching the offensively large teen
standing there despite the obvious fact the he didn’t want to be, was rather
strange. And wrong.
“Mum says you have to leave my old clothes here.” Dudley pronounced with a
smirk, his posture becoming more confident as he towered over Harry.
“Umm… what?” What the hell? What was he supposed to wear then? He couldn’t very
well go traipsing about starkers… Aside from the fact that it was insane, it
would reveal his condition. Harry’s pulse picked up once more in fear; it
seemed his aunt was determined to make his final hours at number 4 as worse as
she could possibly make them.
“You heard me Potter. Mum said you have your freak school clothes to wear so
you don’t need my clothes as well.” Dudley attempted to fold his ample arms
across his chest but it wasn’t an easy task to achieve thus robbing him of the
intimidating image he tried to present.
Harry couldn’t help but roll eyes. Nutters, the lot of them. It wasn’t much of
hardship to give back Dudley’s old cast offs anyway. His school clothes would
fit him much better as well. Now that he wouldn’t have to worry about the
Dursleys finding out he had his own money, buying new clothes would actually be
a possibility.
“Fine.” Harry agreed with a sigh. Pretending to be put out about the fact all
the while he starred off into nothing, thinking of all the things he’d need to
purchase, the how and when…
“I haven’t all got all day Potter, hurry up!” Dudley ground out pulling Harry
out of musing.
Harry grunted in response and glared at his cousin before going to his trunk. A
smirk played across his lips when he caught Dudley flinch at the sight of his
school things. As Harry began to pull out the clothes to fold, he frowned
noticing the miniature whale was still standing in his room.
“I’ll bring them down when I’m done.” Harry knew his cousin was thick but did
he have to just stand there.
“Mum said I had to stay and make sure you didn’t steal anything.” By the tone
it was obvious that Dudley was just as against the idea as Harry but for once
had actually folded to his mother’s wishes.
Harry didn’t bother arguing. This was his last few hours; he could suffer
through Dudley watching him fold ratty hand-me-downs.
“God! Hurry up Freak my mates are waiting for me!” Harry thought Dudley whined
like a wounded wildebeest.
It was hard to smother the snicker but Harry managed it. It had only taken five
minutes to get the task done but to both teens that had felt like the longest
five minutes of day. Harry turned and gave Dudley a pointed look.
“Well I’ve got to change…” Harry tried to sound uncaring but felt his stomach
tightened nonetheless.
“Mum said-“ Dudley started but Harry interrupted.
“I don’t care what your mummy said Dudley! You’re not watching me change you
pervert!” Ah! Harry thought in triumph. No way would Dudley stay after this, no
matter what Petunia said.
Dudley’s face quickly turned red and his knuckles cracked loudly in anger.
Harry’s happy thoughts at getting one up on his cousin were quickly squashed
down and he couldn’t help but notice just how much Dudley resembled Vernon in
that moment.
“Listen you little freak! I don’t want to be here but mum promised me a new
computer for this, so if I have to strip you myself Potter I will and I’ll make
sure it hurts!” Dudley had quickly closed the gap between them and fisted the
front of Harry’s shirt in his meaty fist, shaking the smaller teen to make his
point.
Harry drew a sharp breath in as Dudley’s fist connected to his chest and his
eyes grew wide in fear. He hoped dearly that his cousin was too angry and too
stupid to notice just what it was that his hands had inadvertently connected
with.
Unfortunately, hope was not on Harry’s side today it seemed.
Dudley stilled, his pig-like face scrunching up as his brain seemed to struggle
through what his hands were telling him lay underneath the too-large shirt.
“Bloody hell Potter! Are those tits?!” Dudley’s morbid curiosity got the better
him, his fear of touching the freak in any way other than a sound trashing took
a back seat. His fists uncurled and made to grope the chest in front of him.
Harry used his cousin’s surprise and pushed the much larger teen away from him
with all his strength. It worked just in time too, much to Harry’s relief and
horror as he realised Dudley had been in the process of trying to cop a feel.
The only thing that stopped Harry from vomiting in disgust was his fear and
anger.
“The fuck Dudley!?” Harry cursed as he folded his arms protectively across his
chest. It was hard enough living with the fact that he had been growing
breasts, and he thanked Merlin that so far they remained small and easy to hide
but there was no way he was going to let Dudley, of all people, feel him up.
He’d gladly take a beating, hell, he’d let Malfoy touch him like that before
Dudley… He couldn’t finish the thought as he felt bile rise in his throat, it
was just too gross to even contemplate.
“You’re a bigger freak than I thought Potter!” Dudley was so fascinated he
didn’t even register the fact that his cousin had actually managed to push him
back. He loved boobs… Small, big, it didn’t matter. Mind, he had no idea blokes
could get breast like that. Maybe it was a ma… he couldn’t even think that
word… He grinned viciously.
Dudley had been glad when his mum had announced that the Freak was leaving and
never coming back. He would get his second bedroom back and he wouldn’t have to
worry about growing another tail… or worse. This was why he’d fought so hard
not to have to come into the Freaks room just to make sure the little shit did
as he was told. But now, well now, it seemed he could humiliate the Freak some
more before it left.
“You a girl then, Potter?” Dudley goaded. “Well go on then, let’s see ‘em!”
“Fuck you Dudley! Get out!” Harry backed himself further away, his mind racing
trying to find an escape route. No way was he waiting the rest of the afternoon
here now. No, he’d wait in the park or something for Dumbledore.
“I’ll tell mum you stole my clothes and when dad gets home in an hour you’ll
get the worse beating of your freaky little life!” Dudley squinted his beady
piggy eyes and reached for Harry’s shirt, intent on getting a look. Harry had
always been quick but Dudley had been working hard on his reflexes and managed
to catch a small piece of the collar and tore down.
Harry stopped briefly in shock at the sound of fabric tearing. “NO!” He felt
the draft and knew he was exposed. He eyes prickled with unshed tears but his
anger rose like it never had before. “NO!” Harry screamed at his cousin again
with all his might as he grabbed at the ripped edges of the cotton to cover
himself.
The air in his room picked up and the smell of ozone became noticeable despite
the windows being closed and the weather outside being perfectly still and
sunny.
Dudley stood there gobsmacked. He’d gotten a peak; he had no doubt in his mind
that his cousin was somehow sporting a pair of small perky tits but now he was
frozen in fear. The murderous glare the small teen was pinning him with made it
difficult for him to swallow. He remembered all too clearly the aunt Marge
incident from last year… God he hoped he didn’t get another tail… No boobs were
worth that.
Harry’s breathes came in ragged and fast. He circled widely around his attacker
–because that’s what his cousin was now- and went to his trunk. He never took
his eyes away from the other boy as he blindly reached for a new top, he didn’t
care what kind. He ended up with one his Weasley jumpers and didn’t care that
it was summer as he roughly pulled it over his head, keeping the tattered
remains of the shirt underneath.
Finally he pulled his wand out; he should never have put it away in the first
place. He pointed it firmly towards Dudley and backed out of the room with his
trunk gripped in his other hand.
In an all too familiar scene; as soon as Harry had cleared the doorway he sped
down the corridor, he ran down the stairs so quickly he nearly fell on his arse
but he couldn’t get away fast enough. He ignored Petunia’s shouts as he reached
the front door and bolted out the house, not once looking back.
Harry didn’t stop at the side walk; he kept running until he reached the small
park he usually escaped to. Only then did he allow himself the chance to calm
down somewhat. He was still shaking all over, in anger or fear he wasn’t sure
but he didn’t think it mattered much. What had almost happened was worse than
anything else he’d ever experienced before.
Tears flowed freely down his cheeks now but it was mostly from relief. He’d
escaped, he hadn’t frozen, and he hadn’t even really lost control over his
magic despite coming close. The Ministry wouldn’t be on him about anything at
least.
He sat on his trunk and took deep steadying breaths, once he felt calm enough
he wiped the tears off his face and glanced down at his watch. It was only
noon… Harry couldn’t help but groan; he had hours yet to wait. Well, there was
nothing for it; he’d have to wait it out. However there was no way he’d wait
here in the open.
A quick glance about and Harry spotted some large bushes near the edge of the
park and the sidewalk. He could hide himself and his trunk under his
invisibility cloak while watching for signs of the Headmaster’s arrival.
It was going to be a long afternoon.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the wait but things have been busy.
     The idea for the "Dudley" incident was actually a request from
     someone off of AFF, hopefully it worked out. Don't worry though,
     that's about as angsty as I'm going with this one, no whomping Harry
     here. Feel free to toss requests at me, ya?
     Hope yall liked it :)
     Oh, and there's no beta for this so if you spot a mistake, I'd like
     to know. thx
***** Chapter 3 -Being *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                 To Be Normal
                                   Chapter 3
                                    -Being-
                                        
The sun had just set when Harry heard the loud popping sound, much like a car
back firing. He poked his head up out of the bushes out of curiosity, still
hidden under his cloak, and grinned widely when he spotted the bright magenta
robes.
Harry knew he wasn’t very knowledgeable in regards to Wizarding or Muggle
fashion but even he knew that Dumbledore had an unusual sense of style. Not to
mention he couldn’t think of anyone else who would dress like that to stroll
around Little Whinging.
Without a second thought Harry tossed his cloak off, stuffed it into his back
pocket and broke into a quick jog to catch up to his Headmaster before the man
could reach the Dursleys’ home. It felt incredible to no longer have to think
of that place as his home as well.
“Professor Dumbledore!” Harry called out, he tried not to shout too loudly but
his trunk was rather heavy and awkward to drag around.
Harry sighed in relief and waved his free hand about in greeting.
“Harry? I hope you have not been waiting out here for me for too long, surely
waiting inside your relatives’ home would have been safer?” Dumbledore asked as
he approached Harry. His tone was just as soft and soothing as Harry remembered
it and he was glad that despite the Headmaster’s knowledge of Harry’s
difference, it didn’t appear as if he was going to treat him any differently.
“Sorry Professor but there was an… incident with my cousin… I couldn’t stay
there. I-“ Harry suddenly clamed up. He’d done his best to burry that memory
while he had waited the afternoon away baking in the sun but now it was doing
its best crawl its way back.
Dumbledore’s blue eyes saddened as he took in his student’s appearance. It was
clear that something rather unpleasant had occurred. The teen’s face had
twisted into something akin to pain and his eyes had watered, Harry’s hands
twisted at the hem of his jumper. That was when he caught the piece of torn
fabric peaking from under the knit.
“Oh Harry. I am so sorry.” Dumbledore rested an aged hand gently on Harry’s
shoulder. He had so much to make up for and he wasn’t sure it would ever be
enough. “First we will go to Hogwarts, I would like you to see Madam Pomfrey.
We can chat on the way up to the castle.” Dumbledore pulled out his wand and
waved it over Harry’s trunk before it disappeared with a soft pop.
“Sir?” Harry questioned in confusion. He hadn’t really caught what the
Headmaster had said as he’d been too busy trying to gain back control of his
emotions.
“Hold on to my arm and take a deep breath. This may feel a bit strange but it
will only be for a moment.” Dumbledore smiled down and extended his arm out.
Harry did as he was asked and no sooner had he finished drawing in a breath
that the world nauseatingly shifted around. If Harry could have described it,
he imaged this is what it would feel like to be pulled by his navel while being
squished through a narrow tube, all the while having the world spin about you.
It was an unsettling feeling at best and the moment they had stopped whatever
it was the Headmaster had just done, Harry crumpled down on all fours heaving.
His only saving grace was the fact that his stomach had already been empty.
“Sorry my boy, Apparating can be rather uncomfortable the first time.”
Dumbledore apologized but Harry glared up at the older man. Uncomfortable,
bloody horrible more like.
Harry struggled up, still feeling disoriented and weak kneed but his ire
quickly dissipated at the sight of Hogwarts’ gates. He was home.
Dumbledore’s heart gladdened at the sight of Harry’s genuine smile. “Shall we
Harry? Poppy is waiting and I dare say it would be better to keep that wait to
a minimum.”
Harry shared a chuckle with the old wizard. “Of course Professor, that’d be for
the best.” Keeping Hogwarts’ MediWitch waiting was never a good idea.
The gates opened smoothly at a wave of Dumbledore’s hand and both wizards
started the long trek towards the castle.
“Harry, first I want to apologise.” Albus started solemnly.
“Sir?”
“You see, when your aunt agreed to look after you she demanded that I stay
away… I’m afraid she blames me for not being able to follow her little sister
to Hogwarts.” Dumbledore paused at Harry’s choking noise.
“Sorry sir… I just… I… What’s this about?” Harry couldn’t deny that he was
curious about this revelation into his aunt’s and mother’s past but he didn’t
really want to talk about Petunia.
“I am saying that I am sorry for believing that your aunt had moved past
childhood grudges and would take care of you as one of her own.”
“Oh.” Well… Harry wasn’t quite sure how to feel about this. Could he blame the
Headmaster for his relatives’ rotten behavior? He wasn’t sure at the moment.
“I stayed away thinking it would be best for you and I am afraid I was very
much mistaken… I am sorry Harry for not seeing this sooner.” The old wizard
seemed to age drastically before Harry’s eyes. “Given what your aunt revealed
to me last night and today’s incident with your cousin, it would remiss of me
to let you remain under her care. I have arranged for you to remain at the
Burrow for the remainder of the summer. Today was spent putting various wards
around the Weasley home.”
“Professor… About, about what Petunia told you, about me I mean. Did you tell
anyone?” This was it, Harry thought nervously.
“Harry, first let me begin by saying that there is nothing wrong with you.”
Dumbledore stopped walking and turned to face Harry, smiling gently down at
him. “Of course, your condition is not common but it certainly is not unheard
of. You have nothing to be ashamed of Harry, in fact, in Wizarding society it
is seen as sort of blessing.”
“Uh?” Harry stared up at Dumbledore in disbelief, a blessing, was the man mad?
Albus continued his leisurely pace, the castle looming high above them as they
approached. “Yes Harry, a blessing. It is believed that people like you are
blessed with an understanding of both genders that others struggle all their
lives to gain. It is also believed that hermaphroditic magical beings possess a
much greater magical potential.”
“Herma what?” Harry struggled with this new knowledge and unfamiliar term.
Would it really be that easy? Had he been twisting himself with fear all these
years for no reason?
“Hermaphrodite, Harry. That is what you are. Though, some people prefer the
term intersex according to Poppy.” Dumbledore supplied, happy to see some of
the fear and tension leave his pupil. “Now there are varying types of
individuals like yourself Harry and that is what Madam Pomfrey will be
determining this evening before I deliver you to the Burrow.”
Harry groaned. Yes, he was glad that his condition was deemed acceptable but
the idea of being poked and prodded was less than desirable.
“Now Harry, I know you have had a trying day but I promise it is for the best
to ensure your health and future development. Also to answer your earlier
question, I did warn Mr. and Mrs. Weasley of your status and they have assured
me that they will let you choose when you wish to speak with them and your
friends about your status. Fear not Harry, you will not have to reveal anything
you do not wish to before you are ready to do so.” Albus tried to assuage
Harry’s fears as best he could.
“Thank you, sir.” Harry sighed in relief. Yes, he would have preferred no one
knew but it least for now those who did know wouldn’t shun him. In fact, they
were helping him come to terms with his “status” –as the Headmaster had
tactfully called it, it sounded much better than any other term Harry had
previous attributed to his physical difference.  
The rest of the trip up the grounds was spent in amiable silence, Harry’s nerve
were still a bit shot by the time they reached the large doors of the castle
but stepping into the entrance hall acted like a balm on Harry’s soul. This was
his home despite all the crazy things that seemed to happen to him every year,
he couldn’t think of any other place he’d rather be. Well, aside from the
Burrow of course.
As they neared the infirmary Dumbledore came to a stop and turned to Harry,
“Harry, I want you to remember that Madam Pomfrey will not reveal anything you
two discuss to anyone else, not even myself, without your permission so it
would serve you best to be honest with her. I will wait in the corridor until
you are ready to proceed to the Burrow.” His piece said, Albus gently nudged
Harry towards the door before conjuring a large comfortable armchair for
himself in the middle of the hallway.
Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at the Headmaster, there was always something
so at ease and whimsical about the elderly wizard that it always managed to
bring a smile to his lips. He turned towards the entrance to the infirmary.
Merlin, he’d been here so often that it almost was as familiar to him as his
dormitory.
“Ah, Mr. Potter! Well, I can’t say I’m all that surprised to see you though I
had hoped it could have waited until the start of term at the very least.”
“Evening Madam Pomfrey.” Harry greeted, ignoring her obvious jib at him. He
made his way to his regular bed. It was a rather depressing thought that he’d
managed to land himself here often enough that he had a preferred cot.
Honestly, he was surprised Madam Pomfrey hadn’t put his name on it.
“Well now, let’s see just what we’re dealing with now shall we.” Madam Pomfrey
dove right in, it was one of the traits Harry had always admired about the
witch; there were no pleasantries with her. “I will say I’m disappointed you
didn’t tell me about your status sooner Mr. Potter. It’s a miracle none of your
previous treatments were hindered because of it.”
Well, now Harry knew things would be alright. Being scolded by the school nurse
was a sure sign he’d be treated normally with her.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly. Thinking about it now, it was a bit scary
to consider what sort of complication his silence could have caused.
“Well no harm done I suppose… And the Headmaster did explain that you weren’t
truly aware of what this could mean for you.” Poppy’s stern expression eased a
bit and she continued her diagnosis.
Harry remained transfixed as he studied all the different colours hovering
around his body while the nurse waved her wand in intricate patterns above him.
He couldn’t feel anything, not even a tingle and he felt all the better for it.
The drawn out silence however was starting to make him nervous and he tried not
to fidget.
“Well Potter, I’ve got some good news for you.” Poppy finally said as she
pocketed her wand and began to scribble onto a piece of parchment.
“Really?” Harry asked suspiciously, this whole time he had been waiting for the
other shoe to drop. Surely it couldn’t be all good news, there was always bad
news, it was a universal rule!
“Yes, really.” The nurse summoned a chair and actually sat down next to Harry.
“This will take some explaining.” She added sternly and the meaning was clear
to Harry; she would explain once and he was expected to listen without
interrupting.
“Intersex individuals present in varying degrees, sometimes it is only slight
genetic differences like an extra chromosome and there are no real outward
differences, most don’t even know about it. Other times it is any combination
of both genders’ reproductive organs.
You, Potter have a very balanced blend; it doesn’t happen all that often
actually.”
Ah, there was the bad news, even now he was still the odd one out.
“All you organs are functioning normally, so are your hormone levels. Now here
is where it gets complicated. You have one testy and one ovary, you have a
fully formed uterus and your penis is functional as well.”
Harry felt his face turn Weasley red… He did not want to have this type of
conversation with Madam Pomfrey, he wasn’t sure if the fact that she was being
so clinical about it all made it worse or better.
“Now, Potter, no need for embarrassment. You need to know these things as
you’ve already started puberty – a bit late mind you but everyone develops
differently- so you should be expecting quite a few changes during the incoming
year as you’ll be going through a sort of mixed puberty from both sexes.
Your scans show you’ve already started to grow breast tissue but since your
testosterone and estrogen levels balance each other out I doubt you’ll get much
larger than what you’ve got now. You should also expect to start menstruating
sometime soon. I’ll send a note to Mrs.Weasley so she can get you prepared.”
Harry’s face fell and his throat closed up. He felt like he would cry if this
went on much longer.
“Don’t worry though, your cycles will most likely be very light and irregular,
especially in the beginning. You shouldn’t expect to get very curvy either,
your voice may still deepen but there’s no way to tell by how much. You’ll
probably get a bit a facial hair as well but it’s unlikely you’ll ever be able
to grow a full beard.”
Here Madam Pomfrey paused to go over her notes and Harry truly hoped this meant
she was done.
“Harry, the next part is very important and I need you to be honest. Do you
know yet if you like boys, girls or maybe both?”
Harry blinked a few times, what did that have to do with anything? He felt
compelled to answer her however, “Boys…” It came out a little strangled and
barely audible.
“Ah well. That’s just fine dear, nothing wrong with that.” Poppy tried to quell
her patient’s discomfort. “Now, unlike some of my fellow staff members, I have
no delusions about what you young folks do when you think no one will catch
you.” The nurse added ruefully. “I need you to remember that Potter because all
of your reproductive organs are fully functional you are capable of not only
fathering a child but you can become a mother as well.”
How the hell had any of this been good news?!
“I expect you to use proper precautions should you choose to be intimate with
someone.” She paused, looking pointedly at Harry.
“Oh ya… um of course.” Harry babbled slightly. There was no way he was having
‘the talk’ with the school nurse… That wasn’t just sad, it was humiliating. He
knew enough from listening to his House mates, he didn’t feel he needed to
expend on the topic right now.
“If that’s all for now Potter, you may go and I shall see you a few days after
the beginning of term for you check-up.”
“Check-up?”
“Yes, you’ll need to see me every few month to monitor your development and
make sure it’s on track.”
“Oh well… That’s ok I guess. Thank you.” Harry cringed, the last part had
sounded more like a question, not thankful at all. He was, thankful that was
but the whole explanation had been very overwhelming.
“You’re welcome dear, if you have any question just send me an owl.” Harry
smiled at nurse, glad that she hadn’t taken offence to his hesitation.
“Actually Madam Pomfrey, I do have one question…” He paused half way out of the
infirmary. The question had been weighing heavily on him most of his life but
even more so now that he was fully aware of what he was.
“Ask your question Potter.”
“Am I a boy... or a girl?” Harry looked down at his feet, his trainers
nervously rubbing on tiles. He heard the nurse sigh and jumped when he felt her
hands on his shoulders.
“You are in the unique, and some might even say fortunate, position to be
whatever it is you wish to be. It really is up to you. Magical beings like you
can choose to present as masculine, feminine, both or neither. The choice is
yours Harry.”     
 
Chapter End Notes
     Well, aren't you guys lucky, 2 chapters in as many days :) Don't get
     use to it though, my schedule is all over the place and I just happen
     to really be into this fic right now. This was mostly all plot
     building but I like to have good set-ups. I just hope I explained
     things properly.
     Thanks for all the kudos and the comment/request, it really helps to
     keep to momentum going.
***** Chapter 4 -Accepting- *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                 To Be Normal
                                   Chapter 4
                                 -Acceptance-
Harry swayed dizzily before falling hard on his bottom, the damp grass quickly
soaking through his jeans causing him to scramble to his feet with a grimace…
It seemed the only magical form of transportation Harry was any good at was
riding a broom… At least this time the nauseous feeling wasn’t as bad as the
first time around. He looked accusingly at Dumbledore who was standing there in
the evening breeze looking completely unaffected… The old wizard only gave
Harry a knowing smile as he waited for Harry to set himself to rights.
Brushing the dirt and grass off of his back end, Harry spared the Headmaster
another glare before turning to face the Burrow. His discomfort quickly
forgotten and Harry grinned widely at the sight of the oddly shaped house. It
felt good to be back.
“A few things I’d like to mention before we proceed Harry. As I mentioned
earlier, additional wards have been placed around the property, both for your
safety and the Weasleys. I ask that you remain within that perimeter unless you
are in the company of Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, or myself, unless otherwise
directed.” Dumbledore waited until Harry nodded his head in agreement. “Thank
you Harry. And now I believe Molly is anxiously waiting to feed you.”
Harry laughed as followed Dumbledore.
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“This is so wicked!” Ron sat with bounce on Harry’s bed. “I mean it would have
been great to bunk together again but mum and dad said that since you’d be
staying with us for good, you should have your own room.”
Harry stood in the middle of what was now his room. He’d been a bit
disappointed about not rooming with Ron as well but he understood the
reasoning. In the end he agreed it was for the best. Privacy was something he’d
never really had and with the changes barreling towards him it would be easier
this way.
The room as it were, had actually been added to the second floor between
Ginny’s room and the bathroom. Magic really was marvelous; a whole room build
in a single day. It was about the same size as the room he’d occupied at the
Dursleys’ but it was so much more welcoming.
The bed looked sturdy and comfortable with a large colourful knitted quilt on
top –no doubt another creation of Molly’s, as he’d been instructed to call her-
there was one large window facing the orchard, a nicely seized wooden cabinet
for his clothes, along with a bookshelf and a small work desk.
Molly had told Harry, he would be able to decorate as he pleased whenever he
chose.
Harry joined Ron on the bed with a relaxed sigh. “I still can’t believe they
build this for me…”
“I’m happy you’re finally free of those muggle relatives though. We were
worried about you, you know. Hermione and me.” Ron gave Harry a nudged.
“It’s hard to believe I’ll never have to go back there.” Harry threw himself
back on the mattress and starred at the ceiling.
He hadn’t felt this calm since his brief moment of peace with Sirius when they
had talked about Harry living with him once he’d been proven innocent. It had
been a short moment of reprieve but one of Harry’s happier moments.
Now here he was; free of the Dursleys, his belly so full of Molly’s wonderful
cooking he felt he would likely burst, and he had an actual room of his own.
Most important of all though was the new insight he’d gained about himself had
given him more hope for the future than anything else.
“Well, I’m knackered,” Ron stretched his gangly arms with a yawn. “See you in
the morning, mate.” The red head added with a wide smile before heading out and
lightly closing the door behind him.
Harry had been so lost in his own thoughts he never got the chance to say
goodnight.
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Nearly thirty minutes after Ron had left him, Harry was well into the process
of emptying out his trunk. The task was a rather foreign one but he’d decided
it was the best way to make this whole thing real. He’d never really unpacked
at the Dursleys –counting that most times his trunk had been locked up- and
like the other boys in his dorm, his trunk never got truly unpacked, it was
more like his things simply spread across the room over the course of the year.
Setting his things away, going through the ritual of finding a spot for each of
his belongings, few though they were, would help him see the proof that the
Burrow was now his home, for good.
He had just set his broom in the far corner next to the cabinet, ignoring just
how empty the thing was since he only had his school uniforms… Harry sighed. He
was going to have to talk to Molly about that…
Just then as if called by his woolgathering, there was a light knock at his
door. “Harry dear, may I come in?” Molly’s voice was surprisingly soft.
Harry walk to the door and eased it open, “Hi…” He stepped out of the way,
showing her in. He felt awkward about someone actually asking him permission
for anything, especially for coming into a room in their own home.
“Already settling in I see.” Molly beamed at him happily. “I hope you don’t
mind but I felt we should have a chat before you went to bed. With all the
excitement earlier we didn’t really get a chance.”
“Oh ya, of course… umm… Sit down?” Harry awkwardly gestured to the chair at the
desk while he sat on the bed.
“First I want to say that Dumbledore told us about your situation and that you
have Arthur’s and I’s full support.” Molly paused and smiled warmly, her eyes
watering a bit. “It’s horrible that you’ve felt the need to hide it, it’s
nothing to be ashamed of you know.
“From that first letter from Ron; telling us what great friends you’d become
and that time you spend with us the summer before your second year, we’ve
always felt you were a part of this family Harry.” The Weasley matron puffed
up. “We want you here, we want you to be a part of our family and we will do
our very best to show you that every day!”
It was Harry’s turn to get misty eyed, overwhelmed by the obvious love and
conviction in Molly’s voice. “T-thank you.”
“Now dearie, it’s nothing you need to thank us about but your most welcomed,”
Molly leaned forward and patted his hand gently.
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Harry starred at himself in the bathroom mirror, naked…
He’d had a long talk with Molly, some of it had been mortifyingly similar to
his talk with Madam Pomfrey but maybe because it was the second time around he
felt he’d coped with it a tad better, at least in the beginning. Half way
through their talk, Harry had remembered the note from the nurse.
It turned out the letter contained a basic medical account of Harry’s
condition, how far he had developed, what his current needs were and what to
expect in the near future.
The following half hour had been spent with Molly giving Harry all the gory
details of what would come with his oncoming puberty… They had covered every
aspect the woman could think of…Everydetail… From body hair in new places, wet
dreams, sore nipples and to Harry’s absolute horror; the pros versus cons of
pads and tampons…
If that hadn’t been embarrassing enough Molly had then dragged him to the
bathroom to show him just where any and all bathroom supplies he could possibly
need were situated.
He’d then been instructed to carry all his laundry to the hamper downstairs,
which led Harry to admit he’d only brought his school uniforms. In turn, this
led to a small tirade from Mrs. Weasley where she threatened all sorts of
unpleasant things should she ever run into the Dursleys in the future. Much to
Harry’s amusement. This of course was followed by a promise to take him
shopping for some clothes as soon as possible. That had not been amusing…
Armed with a borrowed pair of pyjamas from Ron, Harry had been summarily sent
off for a shower before bed.
Harry studied himself intensely in the mirror – thankfully, this one didn’t
talk- something he had actually always avoided in the past. But now he was
willing to at least try and face just what it was he’d always feared.
His hair had grown out some, just covering his ears; apparently the longer
length giving it a more tousled looked instead the messy bird’s nest it used to
be. He’d lost some baby fat too, Harry was rather grateful that despite his
feminine genes he still had what he considered a masculine jawline.
With a deep breath, he let his gaze drift lower. He wasn’t very tall and he was
understandably on the skinny side but he had at least started to gain some
muscle as well, though his shoulders hadn’t really filled out like his male
friends’ had. He now knew they likely never would…
Gulping he studied the small breasts he’d been hiding under his baggy shirts…
Though Molly hadn’t asked how big they were, she had said he would likely need
a small bra to help support them…
It’s wasn’t like he knew anything about sizes anyway, sure he knew it had
something to do with a combination of letters and numbers but how it all worked
he was simply clueless.
He turned to the side to see how far they stuck out and was happy to see it
wasn’t very much; they seemed so much bigger when he looked down on them. But
like this, looking the bouncy mounds face on, it wasn’t so bad. Even with the
tiny nipples sticking out -because it was a wee bit cold standing starkers in
the bathroom- Harry could see the appeal. Well, he didn’t think he liked other
girl’s breasts but his own weren’t half bad.
In a moment of daring he reached his hands up and easily cupped them. The
feeling of his cold hands lightly brushing over the sensitive flesh caused a
course of goose flesh to spread. His nipples tightened even more, ghosting his
palms.
Harry drew in a small moan at the pleasurable feeling it caused. He’d never
explored his female anatomy before but now that he was feeling just how
wonderful it was, he was almost regretting not doing this sooner.
He let his hand brush downwards and back up a few times, the feeling causing
his stomach to flutter. He refused to look away and made himself look at his
body.
How the breasts bounced lightly with each passage of his hands, the way his
flat lightly defined stomach twitched along with it. His hips were still
narrow, if jutting a bit due to his slighter frame. He could see the tip of his
now erect cock, the mirror not going any lower.
He raised himself on the tip of toes, cursing his shortness. Well, he knew what
his cock looked like; he didn’t really have to see it but he was curious to see
if he could see his other lower… parts… from that angle.
Finally after a few more strokes, Harry stopped and took a few steadying
breaths. His hands shook lightly from the rush of feeling and emotions. He
fixed the mirror with a final determined look. He could to do this; he would
face it head on like he had with everything else.
He wasn’t a freak, he wasn’t strange! He was Harry, and damn it, he was
beautiful.
Repeating those words over and over, Harry set to start the shower. He still
remembered how all the nobs worked from the last time he’d stayed at the
Burrow. You had to turn the left nob first for the cold water, jiggle the right
one a few times for the hot, wait a few minutes to push the button in the
middle and after a few wheezes and splutters the water would come shooting out
from the shower head. Only then would it be safe to step in.
Used to having to take very rapid showers, Harry didn’t waste time to get to
task. It hadn’t been until he’d actually been under the water that he’d
realised just how desperately he needed to feel clean. Thoughts of Dudley’s
attempted… groping, he supposed, flashed through his mind and Harry scrubbed
faster and with more vigour in anger.
He scrubbed the days sweat off, baking in the sun for all those hours had left
him rather sweaty. Harry wrinkled his nose, how could no one have noticed or
said anything… He must have reeked… An embarrassed flush spread over him at the
thought. He’d been sitting right next to one of twins during dinner…
He groaned. If it hadn’t been bad enough that he’d recently discovered his
crush on Fred and George, having to sit calmly with them when he’d had a rather
vivid dream about them just the previous night had been very difficult and
awkward. The idea that he’d been stinking up the place though made his stomach
turn.
He knew he would ever get a chance with either of them… Of course having both
would be best but even he knew it just wasn’t done. They saw him as a friend,
brother if he was lucky… but certainly not that way, not the way he saw them.
He reached for the nobs, his troubled thoughts causing him to forget the shut
off sequence. The water suddenly turned ice cold and Harry let loose a
shamefully girly squeal. He was so shocked by the sudden cold that he didn’t
hear the bathroom door open.
“Oi! Ginny, was that you?”
Harry froze, the ice water quickly turning his skin blue. That was definitely
one of the twins…
“F-f-fred, G-g-george?” Harry stuttered as violent shivers racked his body. He
was greeted by a great peel of laughter.
“Forgot the how shower worked did you? Here, lemme fix it. And it’s George by
the way.” George answered cheerfully, chuckling at Harry’s misfortune.
Now, had it in fact been his little sister Ginny, Harry was sure George would
have simply turned back once he’d been assured all was well. But living in
dorms made one unfazed at the idea of seeing another male naked –unlike Harry
who always avoided those situations- so it was without a second thought that
the Weasley twin pulled the stall door widely aside.
Harry, shocked still by the cold never even tried to cover himself. Instead he
stood there, skin pebbled and bluish, arms across his stomach, leaving all his
other bits completely visible…
George for his part had been ready to mock his little brother’s best friend;
first because of the ridiculously girly shout which had drawn his attention and
then for falling victim to the Burrow’s infamous trick shower. What he had not
been ready for however was the revelation of Harry’s definitely not male
attributes… More precisely, the pair of small, perky breasts with nipples so
hard from the extremely cold water it looked painful. He couldn’t help his gaze
from falling lower, catching what he knew was a set of lips below the shaft
that was fruitlessly trying to hide from the cold.
They both stood there, for how long neither of them could say. The water kept
raining down on Harry’s shivering body, still completely unguarded while
George’s eyes took in the sight before him.
George was the first to snap out of it. “Merlin Harry!”
The slightly chocked words brought Harry back to what was truly happening,
“What?!” Harry looked down to where the twin was staring; he let out a shocked
gasp of realisation. “George!” Harry screamed in horror, first he tried to use
his arms to shield himself from view but there was too much to hide so he
quickly turned to face the wall. Leaving his bum exposed while he turned his
head, his wide green eyes looking at George’s blurry form.
“I…” For once, George Weasley was speechless while his face bloomed into a
fiercer red than his hair. “I’m so sorry Harry.” He blurted out quickly as he
deftly turned the shower off and all but ran out of the bathroom.
Harry for his part was left completely gobsmacked; the shivering going
unnoticed as he stood, still hugged tightly up against the cold tiles,
wondering what the hell had just happened.
 
TBC...
 
Chapter End Notes
     And here's a new chapter. I know it's got a bit of a slow burn going,
     not much smexy time but I feel set-up is important. You know, having
     a plot and all that jazz.
     I'd like to thank all of you who read, kudo'd and reviewed. You guys
     are awesome.
     Until next time :)
***** Chapter 5 New Day *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                 To Be Normal
                                   Chapter 5
                                   -New Day-
                                        
-July 1st 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.
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 “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.
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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!
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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!”
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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?”
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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.
 
 
  
Chapter End Notes
     So the other day it struck me that I'd placed this story during
     GOF... Now I'm trying to work out how this will change future events.
     Since I hadn't expected this story to take off like it has I hadn't
     really planned ahead much.
     Thank you to everyone who kudo'd and reviewed, you guys rock.
***** Chapter 6 - Getting Settled In- *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry about the delay but here it is :) Enjoy!
     Warning, lots of fluff and happy feelings :D
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                 To Be Normal
                                   Chapter 6
                             -Getting Settled In-
July 31th – Afternoon –
Harry smiled indulgingly as Hermione machine gunned her questions and theories
from her spot on his bed. Ron had fled the room the moment she had asked if
Harry would menstruate… Harry wished he had joined him because right now it
didn’t seem to matter if he was actually there to participate in the
conversation.
He knew this barrage of questions was coming the minute he’d sent off his
letter the night he’d “come-out” to the Weasley kids but actually living
through it was another thing all together. Harry had decided it would be better
for his other best friend to hear the news from him rather than the paper, so
he’d written the girl a short letter giving her a brief explanation along with
the news that he would be staying with the Weasleys for the foreseeable future.
He’d also written a letter to Sirius, hoping that maybe his godfather already
knew and would shed some light as to why Harry’s status had been kept secret.
Hermione had sent him a lengthy letter back straight away, three-quarters of
the page had been filled with the questions she was currently firing away,
while the first part had been a very heartfelt confirmation of her friendship,
respect and love.
Sirius’ response however had only just arrived yesterday -via a large blue
parrot- and while Sirius had not known the truth, he was very excepting of
Harry. In fact, Sirius had explained to Harry that unusual conditions were
common in the Black family; his baby cousin was a metamorphmagus and thus could
shift her appearance at will in all sorts of fashions. Harry had cringed in
pity at the girl’s name. What was it with purebloods giving their children
strange names?
Sirius had also given his approval of the Weasleys being in charge of Harry’s
care. Apparently Sirius had known the Weasley parents fairly well before his
imprisonment and had shared a kinship with Arthur over their love of all things
Muggle.
“Harry? Are you listening?” Hermione’s voice cut Harry’s thoughts short.
He blinked, trying to remember when exactly he’d stopped listening. The girl’s
exasperated expression told him it must have been a while ago. “Sorry Hermione,
it’s just… Well you were doing such a fine job holding the conversation all by
yourself.” He gave her a crooked smile while she huffed and sat back on the
bed.
“Sorry… It’s just, I couldn’t find very much at the Muggle library and my
parents didn’t have the time to take me to the Alley…” She lamented.
Harry rose from his chair and joined her on the bed. “It’s alright, besides I
think you probably know more about me than I do… Actually you always have.”
“It’s not my fault you can’t be bothered to get the books on the list I sent
you. You’ve been here for a month surely Mrs. Weasley could have taken you?”
“And get mobbed again… I don’t need another article in the Prophet detailing my
personal life, no matter how wrong they are…” Harry scowled and tried to push
the dark thoughts away.
“It was awful wasn’t it? Are the letters still coming?” Hermione asked as she
laid a comforting hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“Yeah it really was, and the letters are coming in only every other day now but
I don’t read them anymore… Fred and George have taken over ‘mail duty’ so I
don’t have to look at them. Actually I think they’ve been sending pranks back…”
Harry’s smile grew as he thought about the twins. The strangeness between
himself and George was almost gone and in its stead there now was a subtle
protectiveness from both twins. Whatever had changed, Harry was glad for it.
“You’re still crushing on them aren’t you?” Hermione whispered.
Harry’s head spun so fast his neck cracked, he gapped openly. “I- I- I have no
idea what you’re talking Hermione!” If his voice squeaked neither of them said
anything about it, instead his best friend simply looked at him imperiously.
 “Honestly Harry, surely by now you’ve realised that though Ron may be
completely clueless about things like emotions, I on the other hand have never
missed a thing.” The girl declared all too proudly.
Harry groaned. “Am that obvious?” The fear lacing his words.
“Oh Harry,” Hermione leaned in closer and hugged him tightly. “When are you
going to learn that the magical world has different kinds of prejudices from
the Muggle world? No one here cares that you’re gay, even if they don’t know.”
She smiled reassuringly. “And no, you’re not obvious at all. Like you said I
know you better than you know yourself, right?”
Harry snorted and they shared a long laugh until there was a knock on the door
and Ron poked his head through; looking both apprehensive and curious. “Is it
safe to come back yet?”
Laughter echoed throughout the Burrow.
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July 31st –Evening-
“Good night Harry!” The twins shouted from down the hall before disappearing
into their room. He smiled, his hand still raised in a parting wave. Harry
didn’t doubt he had a dopey smile on his face.
“Good night Harry, hope you liked your birthday?” Ginny’s soft tone drifted
from her door. To Harry’s relief the girl had seemed to have gotten over her
crush on him and now treated him like a brother. Actually more like a brother
she actually liked.
“It was the best birthday I’ve ever had Ginny. And thank you for the gift,
you’re getting really good.”
The younger girl grinned widely. “You’re very welcome, I had fun making it. I
think I might make a whole Quidditch set and spell them to actually work once
we get to school.”
“That’s a great idea Ginny; I think it’d be brilliant.” Harry pulled the
knitted snitch with his initials stitched on the front out of his pocket. It
was a true replica of a snitch, if you ignored the fact that it was made of
yarn. “Talking about Quidditch, can you believe your dad was able to get those
tickets to the World Cup! I still can’t believe we actually get to go.”
The previously sleepy girl now rushed towards in excitement, trying to bounce
quietly. It was very late and everyone else had gone to bed. “I can’t believe
he managed to keep it a secret for as long as he did, dad is horrible at
keeping secrets.” Her grin grew even wider. “I’m so happy Charlie and Bill are
going too! I know you’ve met Charlie already but you’ll love Bill.”
Harry paused for a moment. “Ginny, how did you know I’ve met Charlie?” He asked
genuinely curious and then worried that Molly would find out about the ‘Norbert
Incident’.
Ginny snorted. “I’m Charlie’s favorite, he tells me everything ‘cause he knows
I won’t tell anyone or use it against him. By the way, it’s Norbertta now.” She
giggled when Harry gave her a confused look.
“Wha?” There was a longer pause as Harry’s tired brain tried to work out what
his friend was trying to get at. “Wait you mean…” Harry chuckled. “We should
really tell Hagrid once term begins.”
Ginny smiled and nodded in agreement. “Well good night Harry.” She turned back
to her room all the while dancing and singing ‘I’m going to the World Cup’.
Harry shook his head at the girl’s antics but admittedly he was just as
excited. “Good night Ginny.” He walked to his room and once the door clicked
shut behind him, he did a dance of his own all the way to his bed.
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August 20th  – Too early in the morning-
Harry groaned as a ray of morning sun shone through a crack in his window shade
and right into his eyes. He rolled onto his side attempting to burrow himself
deeper in his quilt. He was sure it was much too early to be awake since the
house was still quiet and he couldn’t smell any of the breakfast type smells
he’d gotten used to waking up too since he’d moved in with the Weasleys.
As he tried to relax and hopefully drift back to sleep, he was struck with a
sudden need, a need that had plagued man kind since the dawn of time when one
is warm and trying to sleep; to pee or not to pee. He squirmed at first, then
tried lying completely still but now he was simply more aware of the need to go
than before.
A few tortuous minutes passed before he finally cursed loudly and grudgingly
crawled out of bed. He pulled his glasses on and found the slippers Molly had
knitted him for his birthday. He didn’t bother changing out of his sleeping
tank and cotton shorts, the need to go was quickly becoming a non-option and
everyone was still asleep anyway.
Harry shuffled out into the corridor, suddenly thankful that the bathroom was
right next to his room. Still groggy from sleep he never noticed the bathroom
door open and walked right into the person exiting it.
Harry’s sleepy state vanished the instant his face made contact with a very
naked chest. He stared up wordlessly horrified at his blunder and felt the heat
rise up to his cheeks.
It was one of twins…
He looked at the older boy’s face, spotting the small mole on the right ear.
Smiling inwardly he greeted the twin after backing away slightly, shamefully
regretting no longer being in contact with the amazing expanse of muscled
flesh.
“Morning Fred.” Sounding as casual and unaffected as he could, “Sorry I didn’t
see you there, I was just… Well you know.” Harry scratched at the back of his
head in an awkward and nervous gesture causing the shoulder strap of his top to
slip down.
Fred chuckled. It was one of Harry’s favorite sounds.
“Morning Harry, no worries. It’s all yours.” Fred moved aside theatrically then
stopped mid step. “Hold on Harry, how do you keep doing that? You always seem
to know which one of us is which?” At first George and he thought it was just a
fluke but so far Harry had never been wrong. Even their own mother mixed them
up on occasion; it was skill they were rather proud of. His eyes then lingered
on the younger teen’s form.
Fred had gotten used to Harry wearing more form fitting clothes over the last
month but Harry never really showed much skin. The stripy tank now hung off of
one slim shoulder, showing off the teen’s neck and collar bone –something Fred
hadn’t thought could be sexy until now- and Harry’s breasts, though still small
had grown a fair amount as well.
He’s not wearing a bra… Fred realised as his gaze drifted south, passed the
loose cotton shorts and onto smooth and surprisingly muscular thighs. He
groaned and the thought of those thighs wrapped around him. No wonder George
had been losing his mind that first week.
“Um, Fred? Are you okay?” Harry stepped forward, hesitantly reaching for Fred’s
shoulder but stopped when he heard a small groan from the redhead. “Fred?” He
asked again but pulled his hand back, suddenly very aware of his state of
dress, or lack thereof. He noticed those amazing blue eyes glued to his exposed
legs. Merlin! Is he checking me out? Holy shite he really is! Harry’s blush
deepened and his heart seemed to thud louder in his chest. Hope blooming
dangerously in the back of his mind.
“Oh right, sorry, just um thinking about how you’re the only one who seems to
be able to tell us apart…” Fred tried to explain away, actually embarrassed at
being caught starring. And if the massive blush on Harry’s face said anything,
it was that he’d gotten caught.
Harry snorted out loud. That was the lamest excuse he’d ever heard. “No, you
were starring.” Calling Fred out and surprising himself a little but he’d
always lacked a mouth filter so maybe not so surprising. He started to fidget
as Fred smiled crookedly. Why did it have to be that smile? He always melted
inside at that smile.
“Does it bother you?” It was unexpected question and Harry wasn’t sure why Fred
was asking.
Harry straightened up, his need for the bathroom forgotten. “It depends on why
you’re doing it I guess.” It was an honest reply though he dreaded the possible
answer. As much as he liked Fred and George and their increased protective
streak, he still wanted them to see him as person. Anything else would hurt
more than he wanted to imagine.
“Tell me how you can tell us apart first.” The twin grinned playfully.
Harry rolled his eyes, typical, he stepped in closer, almost as close as he had
been when he’d crashed into Fred a few minutes ago. His nerves were coming back
and his stomach tightened; he was more exposed than he’d ever been and Fred was
only wearing a pair of loose plaid sleeping trousers. Said trousers were barely
clinging to Fred’s narrow hips and Harry swallowed dryly.
He reached up, ignoring the fact that his hand was shaking lightly. He used his
index and quickly tapped Fred’s right earlobe. “You have a mole there… George’s
is on the left.” Harry pulled his hand back feeling even more self-conscious
and tried to look anywhere but at the naked torso in front of him. He clasped
his hands together to keep himself from reaching out.
“Really?” Fred asked in surprised, he couldn’t believe he and George had never
noticed. Actually, no one had ever noticed except for Harry. He felt his
excitement build, maybe it was a sign that the attraction wasn’t one sided.
“Thank you Harry, no one’s ever bothered to look for the difference between
George and I.”
Harry smiled happily at the sincerity in Fred’s voice, though he did wonder why
no one else noticed… He’d figured it out in second year before he’d even
realised he was attracted to the pair. “I figured it out years ago but your
welcome I guess.” Harry glanced up through his fringe, “You going to answer my
question now?” He asked flippantly and got an amused snort from the redhead.
“Because your fit Harry.” Fred took the step to close the gap between them, his
left hand reaching to gently slip the fallen strap back onto Harry’s shoulder
and then let his fingers linger longer than necessary. “Is that alright?” He
asked quietly. He’d never been shy about it when he liked someone -neither was
George- and it didn’t matter if it was a girl or a bloke, George had even had a
few encounters with some Muggles.
To Fred, Harry was different though. It wasn’t about all that boy-who-lived
nonsense or the fact that he was some rare magical being with a nice set of
tits. Harry was Ron’s best friend and their parents had taken him in as one of
their own. It complicated things a lot. But most of all, Harry had grown to be
more than just a physically attractive person; he was special to both George
and himself and he didn’t want to fuck it up.
Harry’s brain seemed to have stalled; he wanted to shout yes, yes to Fred
looking at him like he was the most beautiful person on the planet, yes to Fred
bringing their bodies closer together and most of all yes to the gentleness and
warmth of the hand on his shoulder. His breathing was speeding up, his palms
were sweaty and he wasn’t sure if he was going to run away or throw himself at
the redhead.
The black haired teen did what he usually did in uncertain situations; jumped
in blindly with both feet. He closed his eyes shut, pushed himself onto the tip
of his toes and kissed Fred square on the lips. They stood there frozen, lips
pressed together until finally Harry opened his eyes and pulled back. He
started to stumble, suddenly feeling lightheaded but Fred caught him and pulled
him in close.
“I’ll take that as yes then?” Fred asked with a large grin.
Harry returned the grin, he was so happy he could burst. “Yeah.” It came out a
bit breathless but Harry was leaning in for another kiss and couldn’t have
cared less in that moment. He didn’t care about sounding like a schoolgirl or
about the dopey smiles on their faces. He’d just had his first kiss, with Fred
Weasley, and it had been brilliant. He was going to have another one right now.
Harry felt Fred’s arms circle around his waist has the shared another kiss,
this one slow and their lips moved. It was even more brilliant than the first
one.
A not-so-quiet cough startled the pair, Fred hands which had been rubbing slow
circles over Harry’s back froze and both teens looked towards the stairs where
the noise had come from.
“Bill!” Fred called out and grudgingly let go of Harry but was happily
surprised when the younger teen stayed close enough that their arms were still
touching. “You’re early, how- how long have you been there?”
Bill Weasley stood at the top of landing, seemingly unbothered by the scene
before him while a large grin pulled at his lips revealing a set of dimples.
Harry was surprised by the man’s calm demeanor and rock band style, by Ron’s
accounts of his eldest brother Harry had pictured an older version of Percy.
“I arrived early, didn’t think anyone would be up yet but I figured you
wouldn’t want mum catching you snogging in the corridor.” Bill walked closer to
the pair and chuckled at their mortified expression. “Don’t worry I won’t tell
anyone, that’s up to you two. You must be Harry, William Weasley, it’s a
pleasure.”
“Thank you, it’s nice to meet you as well.” Harry smiled up at the man before
looking down when he felt Fred’s fingers tangle in between his own, his smile
widened.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     There you have it folks, hope you enjoyed.
     I came close to leaving it a cliffy but you guys waited so long I
     decided to be merciful. I know the time skips a fair bit but I wanted
     to speed things along, I also didn't drag out the relationship aspect
     for a few reasons: 1-they've known each other for years. 2-Harry's
     already been at the Burrow for about 1month and half. 3-teenagers
     move fast, its just how it is. 4-i'm just as impatient to get to the
     good stuff as the next guy.
     Next order of business. I actually rewrote this chapter about 6
     times... I tried writing the Prophet article a la Rita but couldn't
     get it right. If someone wants to write it for me, that'd be awesome
     ;) The winner gets... something... lol
     And finally, I'm thinking of turning this into a crossover (because I
     love them and my head is bursting with ideas). I have ideas for Teen
     Wolf, Grimm, and Adams Family. Please let me know your thoughts on
     the matter. If there's a fandom you can think of that's not up there
     and you wanna see it, mention it and I'll think about it.
     Thanks for all the kudos and stuff, you guys rock :D
     *edit-sept.14-with overwhelming demands, I won't turn this into a
     crossover (it was a passing fancy anyway). So fear not this story
     will continue as is. I do have an HP/Grimm in the works, so keep an
     eye out for that:)*
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
August 20th –still too early in the morning-
Harry sighed quietly, watching Bill go back down to the living room before
chancing a glance towards Fred.
“So…” Harry internally cringed at how lame that had sounded. He’d just gained
his first boyfriend, his first kiss, first snog and met the famed Bill Weasley
yet all he could say was ‘so’.
Fred chuckled as he pulled Harry in close, basking in the feel of holding the
smaller teen against his bare skin. “Yeah, Bill tends to have that effect on
people.” He chuckled playfully, his hand brushing lightly against Harry’s lower
back.
“What, no! That’s not. I just. I mean-” Harry stammered, now worried he’d given
the wrong impression and embarrassed by how easily he’d become flustered.
What was wrong with him? A few kisses and he was losing all his nerve.
Harry’s face turned an even deeper shade of red while his boyfriend –Merlin,
Fred Weasley is my boyfriend- continued chuckling quietly.
“It’s alright Harry, I know what you meant. It’s all a bit overwhelming innit?”
Fred gave Harry a cheeky smile; he was happy and wanted to make sure Harry knew
it. “You wanna come back to our room and wait for mum to have breakfast ready?”
Fred made to turn back and guide Harry towards his and George’s room but Harry
had frozen on the spot.
“Wait, what about George?” Harry asked, guilt obviously weighing down his
words. He was now worried of how George would react to this; the weirdness
between them after what Harry inwardly called ‘the shower incident’ was long
gone but what if Harry dating Fred came between the twins somehow?
There was also the fact that Harry really did like the both of them equally,
was it fair to date one of them if he still liked the other?
Harry was startled out of his worries when a large warm hand cupped his jaw; he
looked up into Fred’s brown eyes. The humour was mostly gone, replaced by
genuine curiosity.
“What about George, Harry?” Fred searched Harry’s face; he was a bit surprised
to see guilt there. What would have Harry feeling guilty at the mere mention of
George?
It was an unfortunate yet common occurrence for the twins to be approach by
some hopeful suitor who’d somehow plucked the courage to ask one them out. It
never took long for Fred and George to get said suitor to guiltily admit they
had no clue which twin it was they wanted to date versus the one they actually
approached. They had all worn their guilt openly.
However, since Harry could easily tell the difference between them that
scenario wasn’t likely. Also, Harry wasn’t the kind of person who would have
said yes to Fred if it was George he fancied.
Fred continued to observe Harry, who was still blushing in embarrassment, slim
yet calloused fingers twisting at the hem of his thin sleeping shirt.
“It’s just I don’t want. I. Whatifhedoesn’tlikeme?” Harry rushed out.
“I’m sorry could you repeat that last part?” Fred teased.
Harry rolled his eyes with a huff. “What if George doesn’t like my dating you?”
Of course it wasn’t really what he’d originally said –he’d surprised even
himself when the words had burst forth- but there was no way he was going to
repeat his shameful desires.
“Ah, is that all you’re worried about?” Fred asked doubtfully. Fear that a
sibling wouldn’t like them and guilt over liking someone else looked very
different and he wasn’t seeing either. Whatever it was, Fred got a feeling he
wouldn’t get
anything out of Harry for now, the best thing he could do was put the younger
teen at ease. He’d figure it out later.
He held his hand out for Harry, “George likes you just as you are Harry.”
And that’s when Fred saw it.
Hope flitted across Harry’s face before the guilt came back threefold. So Harry
did like George but Harry obviously liked him as well. It took very little time
for Fred to figure out that Harry likely fancied them both and felt guilty over
it, which was understandable though if Fred was honest with himself,
unwarranted.
Similar situations had arisen in the past, especially with some of the older
students at school. People who wanted to know just how similar the Weasley
twins really were, if they really shared everything.
It would have been nice to have someone they could have trusted but those
people had never really liked them. Those people had only been into it for the
thrill.
Harry was different though, very different. He knew them both, appreciated them
as a team and individually. Harry knew their differences as much as their
similarities, he cared about them so much that the idea of George being hurt or
that Harry liked the both of them while dating one was enough to cause him a
lot of obvious discomfort.
The simple affirmation that George liked him regardless had caused hope to
bloom beautifully, albeit shortly, in those amazing green eyes.
The way Harry had smiled at Fred's own declaration. The happiness Fred had felt
as he had kissed and held Harry.
All these things told Fred that Harry was the one person with whom that sort of
arrangement could work.
Fred smirked, “Harry, I think I know what’s going on,” he raised a finger to
hush Harry’s question. “Why don’t we go talk to George and sort this out? Mum
will be down soon and I’d rather avoid having to explain to her what it is
we’re doing out
here.” He gave Harry a wink and the smaller teen chuckled whilst nodding in
agreement.
“Yeah, I love your mum but well.” Harry smiled as he followed Fred down the
corridor.
“Oh I know.” Fred wrapped his arm around Harry shoulders.
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George twisted in his bed for what must of have been the 20th time, unable to
settle into a comfortable position. He hated the he was awake so early in the
morning but Fred had made a racket on his way to the loo and he hadn’t been
able to fall back asleep since then.
Now that he thought about it, Fred hadn’t returned yet which was strange. Given
the early hour the bathroom was pretty much guaranteed to be available. He
hoped his brother wasn’t sick from the latest batch of pranks they’d just
tested. That would mean it would only be a matter of time until he was sick as
well.
His thoughts turned to Harry. Not an uncommon occurrence since the younger teen
had come to live with them.
With a heavy sigh, George pushed himself up, shoved his pillow up on the
headboard so his could sit comfortably.
Harry was truly blossoming –for lack of better word- since he’d come to call
the Burrow home. Their mum lavished him with affection and food. Lots of food.
That thought caused a quiet chuckle to resonate in the room. Poor Harry had
eventually stopped trying to deny her and had simply taken to sneaking his
extra portions to Ron once he’d had his fill.
Yes, life at the Borrow was doing great things for Harry. For George however,
each day that went by only strengthened his belief that he was carrying a
serious torch towards Harry and not just a simple crush.
The door creaked open; George called out –his eyes still closed- “D’you fall in
or something?”
“Or something” Fred’s amused voice answered.
“Uh?” George frowned, opening his eyes to see Fred guiding an uncertain looking
Harry into their room. George would later blame it on the early hour but Harry
had rendered him speechless.
George could only stare as the person that had occupied his thoughts not but a
few moments ago stood there, in the middle of the room wearing short cotton
boxers and a loose flimsy looking tank. He tore his eyes off of Harry’s
alluring form and looked to Fred for answers. Strangely enough all he was able
to gleam from his twin was genuine happiness and excitement.
“Mornin’ Georgie boy, glad to see you’re awake.”
It took George a few moments to collect himself before he could string
something coherent together. “With the bloody racket you made I’m surprised you
didn’t wake the whole house! As it is, seems to me you’ve roused poor Harry
here outta bed.” He beamed toward the younger teen. “Mornin’ Harry, welcome to
our humble abode.”
“Oi!” Fred protested taking a seat on his own bed. “He was up all on his own, I
had nothin to do with it; nearly ran me over in the corridor. Coulda broke
somethin’!” He smiled widely, a smile George could read easily– the one that
said he was planning something. “In fact I think I might have to lay down, must
be the shock setting in. Harry why don’t you sit with George.”
Harry who’d been standing awkwardly in the middle of the twin’s small room
hadn’t really been paying close attention to the exchange between brothers.
Instead he was studying the mysterious room. No one ever went into the twins’
room; mostly because it was usually locked but also because of the random
explosions and strange smells.
Harry was surprised by how orderly yet messy the place was; two single beds,
one up against each wall, were free of anything aside from sheets and pillows.
Harry smiled at the fact that Fred’s bed had more pillows than blankets which
made it look like a nest rather than a bed. George's had only one flat pillow
at his back but
a mountain of heavy looking blankets neatly draped over his legs. It was
wonderful to be able to gleam all these simple yet meaningful differences
between the two people he had grown to care so much for.
The room seemed to be split in two; not one side for each brother, instead the
first half was clearly the actual bedroom portion of the room. While the far
half, as well as what seemed to be the part of the room which saw the most use,
was what Harry could only conclude to be the twins’ ‘lab’.
It was during this final thought that Harry heard Fred’s suggestion to sit with
George. He blinked a few times, trying to recall the conversation he hadn’t
been paying attention to. Not wanting to stand there in the middle of the room
and possibly reveal he hadn't been listening, Harry took Fred’s suggestion;
choosing to sit at the end of George's bed.
“Morning George.” Harry greeted before giving Fred a searching look. He only a
got a quick wink in response. What was he planning now?
"So Harry, what has you up and about at this unconscionable hour?" George
prodded while he most definitely did not stare at Harry like a star struck
fool.
"Oh um, bathroom actually," Harry paused, his fingers tangling in the hem of
his shirt. "But I got distracted and well yeah." He let his sentence finish off
in uncertainty. He knew his face was starting to flush at the thought of just
how the distraction had come about.
Harry let his gaze drift to Fred who was lounging gracelessly in his bed, the
red head's long legs propped up on the many pillows crammed onto the small bed.
Fred had propped his arms behind head, the grin on his face was mischievous as
always but Harry smirked when he spotted the light blush surfacing under those
many freckles.
The exchange wasn’t missed on George. He frowned, he knew those looks and for
the first in memory he felt Fred was keeping a secret from him. A secret he
would likely have a hard time getting over.
George felt the urge grab his pillow from the head board and chuck at his
brother. His eyes fixed on Fred commanding his twin to look at him, to stop
messing about for once and get on with it.
Fred turned to his brother, feeling the eyes on him. His smile faded once he
realised he'd let himself get side tracked. "Now, now brother," He freed
himself from his pillows, it was time to clear the air. "I'm afraid Harry has
been keeping a secret from us." His lips twitched despite his best effort.
"Fred?" Harry cut in warily, his fingers tightening in shirt. Had this all be a
trick, was Fred about to actually betray him.
"Harry, its fine." Fred soothed as he made his way across to George's bed. He
motioned for Harry to move over so he would be sitting between the twins. "You
see, when you so gallantly inquired about how George would feel should you and
I... well." He gave his brother and Harry a meaningful look. "I had an epiphany
of sorts."
George for his part was even more confused. He knew his brother had always been
more... theatrical but this was getting ridiculous. Not to mention poor Harry
looked like was about to either puke or make a run for it. Perhaps even both.
He gently leaned forward, rested his large hand on Harry's exposed knee. "Don’t
mind him Harry, Fred likes to put on show." He explained, hoping the younger
teen wouldn’t bolt. "Fred," George warned. "Stop being a prat and out with it."
Harry was panicked, how in the name of Merlin had Fred figured it out! His eyes
left George's comforting browns and turned to glare murderous at Fred but was
flabbergasted to find the teen actually pouting.
There was a loud put upon sigh from Fred. "Fine, I had whole big plan going but
we'll do it your way." He wrapped an arm tenderly around Harry's shoulders,
giving him his most sincere look. "Harry, you're rather marvellous -and I'm not
talking about that boy-who-lived drivel. You are so much more than that." Fred
beamed as the teen's face went from guarded to stunted and blushing. "Not to
mention how gorgeous you are. Fact is, it's alright that you like the both of
us 'cause we like you too."
Harry was speechless, actually he reached for his upper arm and pinched
himself, hard. Nope, not dreaming. His heart thumped loudly, just like it had
back in the hallway when it was only Fred and him. Now it was Fred, George and
him. It was unbelievable, amazing and frightening all at once. Something that
was a recurring trend in Harry's life.
The dark haired teen turned to George, who'd been having a silent conversation
with his twin while Harry's brain was going 'round in circles.
"Fred's right Harry," George's throat felt dry but once he'd gotten the clear
from his brother; that this was serious, that Fred thought they could have a
relationship with Harry. He couldn't help but feel giddy. "If you'd like to of
course, we would be happy with you." George let his hand lightly travel from
its spot on Harry's knee to grasp the smaller teens shoulder.
"What?" Harry's brain had officially shorted out. They weren't saying what he
thought they were, were they?
With a encouraging nod from Fred, George leaned in and brushed his lips against
Harry's. Barely a moment past before the kiss was returned, it was a short kiss
but it had George's heart hammering and his breath seemed to have run out of
him.
"Oh." Harry gasped quietly with a large grin blooming on his face.
Fred snorted, ruining the moment. "Oh, he says. Well I guess it's better than
so."
Harry turned and smacked Fred's naked stomach. "Prat!" He let George pull him
into a hug, his back resting on the red heads chest. The twins chuckled and he
couldn't help laughing along with them.
Chapter End Notes
     Well damn. Im so so sorry its been almost 2 years since my last post
     for this story. really have no clue where the time went by. This
     chapter was really hard to get started, and i lost my muse for a
     while, along with some computer issues and RL in general. But it
     seems the muse has returned, Huzzah!
     I also coudnlt think of a title for the chapter so, if someone has
     any ideas i wouldnt begrudge some input.
     Hope this chapter at least made up for the long wait a little.
     Thanks to everyone who's still reading this, yall are awesome.
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     This version also appears on AFF, I've done some mild editing as
     there was a few mistakes that I missed upon originally posting this.
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