Secret Beginnings

Prologue

Pairings: Harry/Draco established Fred/Pansy

Warning: AU, OCC, Slash. Don't like? Then what the hell are you doing in this part of the website?

Disclaimer: JKR is a Goddess, I am nothing but a mere mortal who prays to her daily. JKR owns everything. I own nothing but the plot. ( And I don't know whether or not that that's a good thing.)

Calian

'fegge' thoughts

November 4th, 1993 10:30 P.M

Harry wasn't stupid. Sure he wasn't as smart as Hermione or Percy or even Malfoy-yes even he, Harry Potter, could admit that the evil git, Draco Malfoy was smart-but he was smart enough to know that he was being watched like a hawk.

Ok, so maybe one didn't have to be smart to realize that, but still, that was besides the point. The point was that he could handle having teachers walking with him down the hallways, and he could even handle having Ms. McGonnagal ask Madame Hooch to watch over the Quidditch practices from now on. He was fine with that. Really. But when it came to Percy Weasley, Harry was reaching his breaking point.

First, that morning Percy had actually had woken Harry up at six o'clock in the morning-all because he had a meeting at seven thirty in the morning, and wanted to make sure that Harry made it to class on time- mind you, class was not for another three hours. Then after each class, Harry could've sworn he'd seen Percy duck into an empty classroom before Harry could be positive. Then since the Halloween feast-four days ago...four days!-Percy decided to sit down with he, Hermione, and Ron to eat not only breakfast, but lunch and dinner as well. It was coming to the point where Harry thought Percy was after him, not Sirius Black.

But none of that, had broken Harry's patience.

Until now.

What had broken Harry's patience was when Harry had stepped out of the shower that night, to see Percy sitting on the bathroom floor waiting for him.

"Um, Percy? What are you doing in the third year's bathroom?" He asked trying to control his emotions as he quickly tied a towel around his waist.

"Waiting for you of course. Mother told me to keep an eye on you at all times." Percy answered blatantly.

"You're here," Harry grabbed the bridge of his nose, " because you're mum said to watch over me?"

"Yes."

'Ladies and Gentlemen...the breaking point.'

"Percy, I think of you as family so..."

"Why thank you, Harry I think of you as family, too"

"Then I am only going to say this once, if you do not get out of this bathroom right now, I am going to hex you so bad that you would've thought Fred and George had a triplet." Harry warned anger radiating off of him in waves as he stalked towards Percy wand drawn.

Eyes widening, Percy stood up quickly as he could and ran out of the bathroom. He knew from what Ron has told the family that Harry Potter was a force to be reckoned with when he was angry. Now, Percy never believed that when Harry got angry you could see his magic, he always thought Ron was over exaggerating like always, but boy was he wrong-not that he would ever admit it- but now. Now, Percy knew Harry plus anger equals run as fast you can. Percy would never doubt Ron when it came to Harry ever again.

Grumbling to himself, Harry quickly got dressed and headed for the door. Harry opened the door and cautiously looked around to see if Percy the annoying prat was in the room and then sighed in relief to only see Ron lying on his bed reading a quidditch magazine. Walking into the room, Harry quickly headed towards his trunk and pulled out his invisibility cloak as Ron looked up.

"Uh, mate, where are you going?"

"Out." Harry stated briefly before heading towards the door.

Panicking, Ron jumped out of bed and ran towards the door, and leaned against it before Harry grabbed the doorknob, " What about Sirius Black? What about the dementors?"

Eyes widening, "What about Hermione?" the red-head gasped.

Rolling his eyes in exasperation, " First off; Dumbledore said the dementors aren't allowed on school property, Second; I'll have my cloak," waving it front of Ron, " and just because the dementors can see through does not mean Black can." Harry explained.

"And what about Hermione?" The brunette asked as he began putting on the cloak.

"What about Hermione? Are you mad?" Ron exclaimed smacking Harry's hand as he reached for the doorknob, " Forget about the dementors and Black killing you, Hermione will kill you first if she finds out."

"She can't kill me if she doesn't know."

"But...Harry, mate you know I can't lie to her!" Ron whined pathetically.

"Ron, please all I want to do is walk around for awhile to think without everybody watching my every move and since I can't do it during the day, I was hoping I could do it tonight." Harry pleaded.

Sighing, Ron knew Harry wasn't getting a break lately, especially with his git of a brother hanging around and stalking him all the time. It was getting so bad that Ron thought that Percy was after him not Sirius Black.

'What kind of best friend would I be to deny Harry at least some kind of peace?' Ron thought before moving out of the way as Harry smiled in relief.

"If Hermione finds out, Harry, I'll make sure you'll get a proper burial service." Ron groaned as he threw himself onto his bed.

"Thanks, Ron." Harry laughed before pulling his father's cloak over his head and walking out the boys' dormitory.

Walking towards the door, Harry looked around and saw Hermione asleep in an armchair near the fireplace, head tucked into a book, while three fifth-years argued quietly over their potions homework. Chuckling, Harry covered Hermione with one of the blankets scattered in the common room completely unnoticed by his house mates and then took off towards the door, passing by the rest of his dorm mates, who were playing exploding snap with a silencing bubble around them.

Looking around once more to make sure no one was looking, Harry opened the portrait and slipped through and ran around a corner before whipping off the invisibility cloak in triumph.

'I'm free! Thank the almighty Gods, I'm free!' Harry thought joyously as he began dancing a jig.

Unknown to him as he began dancing, two very mischievous red-heads began walking towards him.

"Oye, Forge is that Harry?" Fred whispered to his twin as he watched Harry begin to dance awkwardly.

"Ha Ha, I think it is, but what on earth is he doing?"

"I think...I think he's trying to dance." Fred answered bewildered looking back at George, who broke into silent mirth as Harry waved his arms above his head back and forth while he shook his butt.

Seeing that Harry wasn't going to going to stop anytime soon, the twins looked at each other and smirked, that would've put both Malfoys to shame, and George pulled out the camera--that he nicked from Colin Creevey earlier--out of his bag and crept silently towards a still dancing Harry Potter.

Turning around, George winked at Fred and began clicking away startling Harry, making him spin around to see George take another picture of him.

'Shiite!' Harry thought as George and his mirror image smiled triumphantly and waving a camera at a stunned and horrified beyond belief Harry.

"Hey. Fred...George," Harry stuttered, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, we could ask you the same--" George began only to be cut off by Fred.

"thing, but we think you were--"

"attempting to dance--"

"attempting, clearly being the word, but what we--"

"want to know, is what on earth made you want to dance in the first place?" George finished making Harry turn an interesting shade of red.

Fighting back his blush, "Percy." Harry answered curtly as his anger slowly came back to surface only to be deflated once the twins began speaking.

"Percy made you want to dance?" Fred asked incredulously,

"Um, mate? You and Percy didn't snog or anything...did you?" George asked horrified that the answer may, in fact, be yes.

"What!" Harry sputtered in revulsion, " Percy and Me! Me and Percy! Ugh, that's...that's just disgusting and oh, so wrong!

"Which part is disgusting...you and Percy or two guys in particular?" Fred asked trying to wipe the image of Harry and his brother kissing out of his mind. 'I wonder if George would be willing to oblivate me?'

"Me and Percy, of course!" Harry shuddered, 'Ugh, just saying our names together made me throw up a little in my mouth!'

Looking at his twin and then back to Harry, "So, two guys together doesn't bother you at all?" George asked him hesitantly.

Shaking his head, "Not at all. A person can't help who they like or even love. To me love should be strong enough to bypass such foolish things like gender and color. We were made to be who we are, and nobody should be afraid or hide who they are," Harry explained much to the relief and amazement to the twins.

"Wow, Harry...you really are the Golden Boy of Gryffindor..." Fred mused as George just shook his head in disbelief.

"No, I'm not and why on earth do you and every bloody Slytherin call me that?" asked Harry as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Because you're pure, Harry. There may be darkness because of your past but you would never embrace that dark. You are pure heart and pure light magic, that's why --." Fred began explaining to the bewildered boy-who-lived.

"not only are you the Golden boy of Gryffindor but you are the Golden Boy of the entire magical world as well. That's why you are looked up by so many wizards and witches." George finished his explanation.

Shaking his head in bewilderment, Harry decided to change the subject before they got too serious, " So..you two aren't ..." motioning his hands between them, "you know...gay? Are you?"

For the first time, the twins just stood silent and gob smacked at Harry, not only for the accusation but for the sudden subject change as well.

"Not that that's bad or anything, like I said it's fine," looking at the twins in discomfort, "It's your prerogative and all..." He continued to ramble.

Listening to their adoptive brother continuing to ramble, Fred burst into laughter followed shortly by George.

"Harry, you pillock, we're not gay!" Fred gasped in between laughter.

"Oh,um, okay. Sorry." Harry apologized awkwardly.

"So, what's this about Percy anyways?"

"I was dancing because I finally escaped the stupid prat?" Harry explained clearing the misunderstanding perfectly.

"Uh, now we get it-"

"Percival, wouldn't leave you alone, eh?"

"We were starting to think that-"

"are dear older brother was after you-"

"not Sirius Black."

"Exactly, I just needed to escape for a bit before I went insane." Harry ranted throwing his hands in the air. "Finally, someone understands."

Looking at one another, the twins moved to the side and smiled at Harry," Have fun mate; just don't forget to keep the cloak, eh?"

Grabbing the cloak, "Thanks Gred...Forge." Harry breathed in relief as he pulled the cloak over himself leaving his head hung in midair.

"No, problem...don't want anybody to get the Boy-Who-Lived after all." George joked slapping Harry on his back and walking to the portrait along with his walking reflection.

Shaking his head at the troublesome duo, Harry slipped the cloak over his head and walked off towards his night of freedom and peace.

Unknown to him, he was about to walk into one of the most hectic nights since the chamber of secrets fiasco.

Okay, that's hopefully the last time I rewrite this story and hopefully it meets my and my friends standards the next time I read this. Thanks for now. Please read and review. Please flame (I'm kind of a pyro... : )

Calian