Chapter Two

Harry woke rather late on Sunday morning. He was sandwiched between two strong chests, wrapped tightly in warmth and his body wasn't hurting. He relaxed and tried to go back to sleep but quickly encountered several obstacles. He was very hungry. His stomach was growling like a bear after hibernation. But he was tangled and cuddled between two hard, heavy bodies and a whole battalion of soft blankets who had apparently decided that he would stay in bed. The feeling was entirely too weird and agreeable. And new. For someone who had never been hugged by anyone before his twelfth year and whose sole positive human touch had come after traumatic experiences, invariably and quickly followed by medical attention and a stern dressing down, the concept of enjoyable human contact was a little "out there".

As far as he could see, his head was pillowed on Fred's muscled shoulder, and George's fiery locks were tickling his nose and the back on his neck. Their arms were entangled around his torso and their legs were doing their best impersonation of a spaghetti's dish. He was caught.

And naked ! While the Twins had at least a pajama bottom, he was completely bare! This realization led to several others, introducing him to a whole new level of weirdness. To say that Harry was completely out of his depth would by like talking about the mild warmth of hell's inferno. One of George's hand was curled in his pubic hair. There was one hard thing poking the inside of his thigh and another nestled between his arse cheeks. The fabric of the pajama was soft with use and therefore VERY thin and he could feel the heat of the Twin's morning erections throbbing against his skin. His consciousness reduced itself to this two burning spots. It was as if the scorch branded him.

Harry could feel himself reacting, his cock pulsing in response. Admittedly, Harry hadn't had a whole lot of time to himself lately. And he had had to live all his life with many expectations, often contradictory. That's why, contrary to the majority of teenagers everywhere, he had never really encountered the need to question his sexuality. He had only vague idea of what sex could be, how it was done. He never had any opportunities to be curious, even less to sate any curiosity. Obviously, he was quickly making up for lost time.

He was also pretty sure that he was currently trying to self-combust, because, clearly, he couldn't be blushing harder. At least, that was what Harry was thinking. He couldn't begin to disentangle his feelings. There was shame, embarrassment, excitation, curiosity and a few others, all churning violently in his stomach. And he proved himself wrong as the Twins began to stir, to move and to wake. Half-awake, Fred and George reacted to the soft skin of the body they were embracing. Their hips began to trust languidly, rutting against two tights, rubbing between the boy's rounded globes. Hands began to twitch and fingertips to caress. Harry was now sure that he was self combusting, or, at least, loosing his head. The experience was so new, so encompassing, that it was impossible to comprehend for him. His head and the rest of his body were floating away in opposing directions in a haze of confused feelings and sensations.

Then he mewled.

The sound was so unexpected, it woke the Twins completely. «Oh, morning, Harry» George huffed a deep breath on the side of Harry's neck as he became more aware. «You feel delicious.»

Fred, roused by his brother's voice, stretched slowly and ran his hands on the body next to him. «Hmmm...Morning.» He said sleepily, even as his body continued to move against Harry's. «...are you gonna come, Harry ?» The Twin turned lazily to face the shamefaced boy in their bed, still teasing. «It's okay, you know. We wanted you to spend a good night, anyway.» George grinned.

Turning serious, Fred propped himself on his elbow to look down at the smaller boy. Running his hands over Harry's thin chest he asked «How do you feel, Harry ?» His hands smoothed up to cup his cheek and stroke it lightly with his thumb. « Any more pain ?» As he questioned the slight boy, he could feel George examining Harry's body and followed his example.

The teenager was truly a vision in the morning light : the rumpled hair, the flush that was slowly spreading to his chest, his thinness accentuating the delicateness of his features. He looked almost ethereal against their sturdy bodies. The contrast was adorable and the Twins could barely refrain from ravishing him.

"I'm okay now. Thanks. I'm just a little tired, still. And very, very hungry."Harry answered shyly, still a little disconcerted by his wake-up call but deciding to ignore it for the time being. Nevertheless, he was feeling much more coherent than last night. He hoped he would be able to stay awake for a whole conversation. "Right, said Fred, turning towards their bedside table, you'll have to wait a little while more, because we have to brew you several potions before you eat anything. Otherwise, you probably won't be able to keep it down." Harry nodded and took the mug of water Fred was offering.

Propping himself up slightly, he looked over at George, who was resting his chin on the arm he had laid over the boy's stomach. "So, I take it, you're staying for the summer ?" George felt that the sooner they began planning the better, but he also wanted to be certain that Harry was okay with whatever they decided. The Twins knew that he had had very little say in the directing of his own life and that was one of the things they were determined to change. They had to know what Harry wanted to do before they presented him with his options. Plus, he still didn't know what they had done last night.

Harry frowned down at him and up at Fred. He looked very unsure and cute as he answered. "Umm, I was kinda hoping...I mean if it wouldn't be a bother. I know the shop is still new. But I don't really have anywhere else to go. Anyone else will tell Dumbledore, and he will just send me back."As he continued to talk, he could feel himself begin a full fledged rant. "I don't want to go back! Ever. I'm really tired of everyone treating me like shit and still expecting me to save the world in the end. Nobody tell me anything, then I screw up and everyone is on my back again !" His chest was heaving. He stopped himself only because he saw George suddenly shot up and lean above him. "Dumbledore knew about this ? About how they treated you ? And he still made you go back ?" He was furious. Sure, the Twins had suspected last night, but hearing it confirmed from Harry himself was another thing entirely.

Harry lowered his eyes to his lap and nervously played with the sheet gathered around his hips. He was embarrassed by what his family did to him. The feeling of helplessness, of worthlessness was made worse by the image the Wizarding World forced on him. The Boy-Who-Lived wasn't strong enough to stop his muggle relatives from abusing him. Some kind of hero ! He nodded brokenly to George's question. And suddenly, Fred was there, beside him, hugging him to his warm chest. And George was holding his hands and petting his head. It was still weird and new. But Harry thought that he would probably get used to the nice touches too easily and would crave them something fierce when they stopped coming."Well, of course, you can stay, Harry. Come on, we will make breakfast, potions and we'll tell you what we did last night after we patched you up."

"Yeah, don't worry, Harry, Fred added, we have the start of a plan. The details and the rest, we will decide together if you give the Potter's stamp of approval." He stood up, pulling Harry with him and wrapping him in the sheet. George was dressing himself. "I'm just going to run to the Apothecary real quick, okay ? I'll be back by the time you have breakfast finished." He winked at Harry and took off jogging down the stairs.

Still a little bewildered, Harry couldn't help protesting "That's okay! You don't need to! George!" But George was already gone. He turned to Fred. "You don't have to! I don't want to bother you so much! I mean, I can help with the shop for the summer. I can help cooking and cleaning the flat, anything, really!" He was beginning to work himself in a state, still following Fred to the kitchen, thinking that if he burdened the twins to much he would probably have to leave sooner.

"Okay, okay, Harry, calm down, all right? Of course, we would welcome any help you can give us. But we already have Ron helping with the shop this summer, so there's no hurry, okay ? And before you begin to panic again, he's not going to come till Tuesday. Because Mondays are inventory days." Fred was soothingly rubbing his back, and Harry suddenly felt ashamed, again. His reactions were following his emotional state. That is to say, he was as calm a the ocean on a windy day and his moods were following the tide.

By the time Harry was mostly calm again, Fred was done with breakfast and George had come back. The Twins made Harry take potions and eat. For a little while, silence reigned and Harry felt his tenseness leave. The Twin shooed him to the bathroom after breakfast and rather quickly, they were all settled in the leaving room sofa, Harry still wrapped in the sheet, as the Twin refused to give him back his hand-me-down. Surprisingly, he didn't really care. He was warm, his tummy was full, he didn't hurt any more and he was very comfortably snuggled between his friends.

Fred cleared his throat and began thusly. "Harry, last night, we were pretty sure that you wanted the Boy-Who-Lived to disappear. So Forge and I took it upon ourselves to make it happen."

"you know us, we couldn't resist playing a prank of this magnitude..."George chimed in.

"...Right! A once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"Thank you for that, by the way!"

At the familiar style of narration, Harry could feel himself beaming. It was incredibly comforting to see Gred and Forge again. He knew he had been right to trust them ! Their ping-pong retelling of last night events made him feel safe like never before. The insanity that was purely Fred and George was weaving an impenetrable security blanket around him.

As the story went on, Harry found himself amazed anew by the two evil pranking geniuses. They had apparently made a replica of him, down to the injuries, animated it as a golem, transferred all magic attached to him to the clone, using some of his blood. Here, Harry interrupted them, frantic, "but what about my mother's blood protection ? Did you transfer that too ?"

"We're not sure, the twins answered, a bit sheepish, Because it's unusual magic, and because Voldemort's use of your blood to resurrect himself, we don't know how much protection remained, to begin with. But we think that, as this is based on the intent of your mother, on her will, whatever magic there is, it will always be with you."

"Oh! Yes, it makes sense, I suppose." Again, Harry found himself amazed. The nice feeling of warmth was back with a vengeance. It's good to have people answering questions honestly, at last! The thought was fleeting, rapidly changing itself into profound gratitude for the Twins. They continued to tell their tale, interrupting one another. They had send the replica golem back to the Dursley's, so that whatever Harry decided to do, he wouldn't be immediately missed. They had picked the locks, brought the golem to his room and made a quick search for his things. They only took a few mementos, like his photo album of his parents, his broom from Sirius, the Marauder's map and his Father's invisibility cloak, transfiguring replicas. They didn't want to attract attention. They explained that they had ideas, but that they didn't do anything else because they wanted to have his opinion on any plans they would make. Fred added that the only constraint left was that the golem wouldn't stay animated for more than two week before he "died". But that there would need to wait for a year for him to loose its form. So if the police were to perform an autopsy, they wouldn't find anything amiss.

The Twin's plan was to spend the next two week to build Harry a new life and a new identity, then to phone the police anonymously, saying that the young boy from number four Privet Drive hadn't be seen outside for a while, but that they suspected abuse and were now fearing for his life. Hopefully, by the time the wizards reacted, they would be too many muggles involved to consider obliviating them all and Harry Potter would be declared dead.

"So, you see, above all, we wanted to know if you want to disappear forever or if you want to able to resurrect sometime. Do you want to stay in England ? What do you want to do, Harry?"

By this time, to say that Harry was enthusiast, was like saying that ice was cool. His head was spinning with all the opportunities before him. He was hugging Fred then George, babbling thank you over and over. The Twins were laughing, happy to see their friend so crazy. The whole thing degenerated in a tickling battle that left them in a breathless heap on the living room floor. Harry was pensive for a moment, before saying shyly : "Well, I would still prefer to stay with you and help you, if that's okay ? I have no idea of disguise that would work. But we could say I'm a muggleborn friend from an orphanage. I can't pass for a pureblood, anyway. You are helping me support myself while a study for my OWL and NEWT independently." He lifted his head to look at the twin's reaction, still twisting the sheet between his hands nervously.

They were beaming. "We were hoping you would say that Harry..."began Fred. "Because, you see, we HAVE a excellent idea for your disguise. And we'd had it for a LONG, LONG time..." said George. Their grins were devilish. Harry could tell that whatever their idea, it would be brilliant, unexpected and probably embarrassing (mainly for him). He found he didn't really care. He was too happy to worry about that. The taste of freedom had made him almost delirious.

"You see, Harry, this disguise, it must cover your scar...change yourself completely...be easy to maintain and impossible to endanger...so no magical Glamour...it has to be comfortable...because it will become more that just a disguise...you will have to spend all your time wearing it..." The rapid fire description was renforced by a intense scrutiny and Harry could feel himself blushing again, still twisting his fingers in the sheet. Suddenly, Fred perked up, inspired by the adorable picture his guest was offering. His gaze took on a piercing look before swinging to his brother. George took one look at his brother face and knew what he was thinking. He looked appraisingly at the small boy standing in front of them and smiled. "Oh, right, that's perfect!" As one, the Twins raised their wands and cast several glamour and transfiguration spells.

Harry closed his eyes and felt the tingle of magic all over his body, his scalp felt itchy. When he opened his eyes, Fred and George were gaping at him. "We are bloody brilliant, we are!" "Right geniuses." Before Harry could react to the cold air he suddenly felt on unexpected areas of his body (like his chest and legs) or the weight that pulled at his head, the twins grabbed hold of each of his shoulders and pushed him in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom. The three of them stood frozen before Harry's reflection, the Twins detailing their hard work with a proud and proprietary eye, while Harry squeaked in surprise.

The sheet had been transfigured into a short mint green dress. The fabric was a bit thick but very supple. The dress had short puffed sleeves and a low cut neckline that made his collarbone, neck and arms seem even more delicate. The impression was reinforced by the white lace ruffles that lined both the sleeves and neckline. His waist looked tiny cinched as it was with a wide dark green ribbon that was tied in a bow at the small of his back. The hemline was also lined with the white lace ruffles of a petticoat and Harry blushed bright red, tugging at the fabric that only reached the middle of his thighs. Below that, pale green silk stockings were pulled up above his knees with dark green lace tops, leaving a tempting patch of pale thigh revealed above them. He stood balanced on dark green one inch Mary Jane heels tied with small bows.

Harry looked up and saw that he had long hair tied with minty green ribbons, holding his bangs on his forehead and the rest of his long curls in a ponytail, hiding his scar and revealing the nape of his neck. More green ribbons were tied with pretty bows to his wrist and neck, probably to hide his Adam apple. He was feeling a little shell-shocked. Especially since he found himself attractive. But that could have been the looks the Twins were giving him. He tried to shake his head but became instantaneously distracted with the movement of his soft curls bouncing around his face. He could feel the long and heavy curls of the ponytail brushing the swell of his arse. The sensations of being in this outfit were disconcerting, probably because, more than anything, it wasn't uncomfortable. Harry was lost.

"Well, Harry, what do you think ? Pretty good, right ?" Fred asked, smiling as he ran his fingers through the new length of Harry's hair. "I'm dressed as a girl!"Harry yelled, his embarrassment overpowering his shock for a second. "You sure are, Beautiful." George smiles cheekily. "But now, no one will ever see you and think "Boy-Who-Lived"!".

"Well...," Harry considered, "Um, I guess so. It's not so bad." He squirmed a bit, cocking his head to the side in a cute unconscious movement. "Did...Did you guys transfigure me some underwear, too ?" Curious, he lifted the skirts of his dress and petticoat to reveal white silk and lace panties. They were a bit too small and barely covered his cock. He could feel that they barely covered his ass, too. Each movement, no matter how small, was causing the silk to rub against his sensitive skin in a smooth, cool caress. The twins smiled widely. "Well, you can't go around commando, can you ?" George asked. "It's really important that your disguise be real down to the smallest details. It will help put yourself in the right frame of mind." He insisted, a little deviously. "Besides, they feel good, don't they ?" Fred snickered when he snapped the elastic band at his waist causing Harry to jump at the sensation. "Yeah, they really do...They're soft. I'm not used to so much softness." Harry said shyly, rubbing his thighs together. He was completely absorbed in the feel of his new clothes and missed the look Fred and George shared above his head.

The sound of the twin's throats clearing pulled Harry from his contemplation of the mirror. "So, Harry, what do you say, do you feel like keeping this disguise ?" Pensive, Harry looked back at his reflection. He took a step or two closer to the mirror, cocked his head, took two steps back, twirled around a bit, and finally looked back to the twins with determination on his face. "Yeah, I'll do it. It's a good idea, but it won't be easy. I'll have to work really hard and probably research, too, how to be a proper girl." The Twins shared another victorious look before turning to Harry and exclaiming together "Don't worry ! We'll be there to help you all the way!"