here is the second part of arthur and his very bad day! i am overjoyed to see the comments and feedback from all of you guys! i hope you enjoy this chapter! it has also come to my attention that i almost never answer comments or respond to them, but i will do that at the end so make sure you read all the way through!

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Harry felt like he was drifting through waves. Or maybe it was clouds? He felt weightless for the first time since he walked into the Wizarding World. Though for some odd reason it was hard to open his eyes.

"Sweetheart? Open your eyes," the voice was eerily familiar, but no matter how hard he tried he could not get his eyes to pop open. The only part of him that felt weight were his eyes.

"Just give him a minute Lils. He is stubborn like James," another voice, that sounded oddly like Sirius, said, leading the two voices to laugh with a couple others. How many people were standing over him? Harry grunted when a weight flopped down on his stomach, someone pinning him down to the ground. How could you feel weightless while lying on the ground?

"Come on you prat, you think after four years you'd be dying to see me at least," that voice belonged Fred, Harry knew, and his eyes finally popped open. Fred looked the exact same, identical to George in every way. Well besides from George's missing ear. "Though you are here so you must be on your way to dying," Fred continued, his face turning serious all the sudden. "Which I would like to know why that is, little brother," Fred emphasized, not looking at Harry now, but someone above his head.

"Even in death," Harry's voice was rough from no use and he briefly wondered how long he had been here. Fred's attention was back on Harry as he spoke, "you are still a right git." Fred grinned at Harry, the mischievous look in his eyes that never seemed to leave when he was alive. Harry grinned back, though his eyes were watering at the sight of him. It had been too long since he had seen Fred alive, but it still was not right with George at his side. Fred seemed to notice what had crossed Harry's mind as well and his grin dropped a bit.

"How is Georgie?" Fred asked, scanning Harry's face to make sure he was telling the truth. That was one thing no one ever gave the twins credit for; they were extremely perceptive and could practically read anyone's emotions. The only one they couldn't read was Snape, but that was understandable. Have you seen that foul dungeon bat?

"Living. Misses you like hell, but living. Even linked up with Hermione," Harry told him, smirking a bit as the wicked grin returned to Fred's face.

"Always knew that sod had a soft spot for our bookworm," Fred grinned, pushing off of Harry and helping the other to his feet. Fred had not aged a bit after his death, making them the same age – physically at least. The thought disheartened Harry, that Fred will never grow old with his twin and family. Hell in July, Harry would be older than him. Though it just occurred to Harry that if he was… well wherever he was right now, he would not reach twenty-one either.

"Where are we?" Harry asked, looking around the almost blindly white area. It reminded him of his visit to King's Cross after Voldemort destroyed the horcrux within him. Only now he appeared to be in the Forbidden Forest with Fred Weasley and, "Mom?" Harry's voice cracked, looking over his mother. He had not seen her since that fateful night. "Sirius?" It seemed like they were all here once more, only this time Fred and Tonks were with them. "Am I dead?" His words trembled as he spoke. Despite believing knowing the danger of his life and work, he did not know how he actually felt about dying. Sure he had been ready once upon a time, grieving for the Weasley family who lost a son and brother and for his godson who would never know his parents. However, that had been four years ago and he actually wanted to live his life, despite his life being a bit pitiful at the moment.

"Not yet," his mother answered, moving forward and brushing his hair from his face. He had grown it out a bit, although Ginny had pitch a fit over it. He found that in that moment, he could care less about what Ginny thought about anything, let alone his hair. Harry leaned into his mother's touch, eyes focused over her shoulder where his father stood.

"Yet? How did this happen?" Harry was confused. He had thought that all attempts on his life had ceased. Plus, he remembers being at the Ministry before being here. Who could have attacked him at the Ministry?

"Potions, specifically a love potion," Tonks said. She had been an Auror herself before her death and her demeanor screamed it currently. Love potions were illegal and whoever used it on an Auror - Harry Potter nonetheless - deserved what was coming to them. She had not been around Harry much, but being with Remus and seeing how much care he had for his friend's son heightened the care she felt for Harry. She had already wanted to protect the Gryffindor boy when she found him in his locked room at the mere age of fifteen. He was a grown man now, facial hair and all.

"Love potion? But who would slip me a love potion," Harry's sentence trailed off when realization hit him. The feeling that washed over him almost felt like the killing curse. He would rather the curse right now. Ginny. Ginny could have been the only one slipping him love potions. But for how long and why? Did she think that he could not love her without the potions? Though in the short time he had been here, he had not thought of her once while in the real world every one of his thoughts revolved around her. But surely he would be gaunt and pale, obvious signs of being under a love potion. He had seen Ron after that run in with Romilda Vane. He voiced his concerns out, not exactly trying to defend his 'girlfriend', but rather getting all the information he could about what happened to him.

"A variation of Amortentia," his mother answered, her displeasure on her face. How dare someone poison her baby to love them. Harry deserved the best and to have every one of his fantasies come true. Not someone who wanted to use his name to better themselves. "They, her and her mother,"

"Wait. Mrs. Weasley is in on this?" Harry interrupted, his heart clenching. She had been like a mother to him and her betrayal hurt a lot. He looked at Fred, but the twin just shook his head. He had come to terms with the information and did not consider Molly as his mother anymore. Lily nodded her head to her son's question before continuing on.

"Messed with the ingredients and amounts to make a love potion with little outwardly effects, but they have done severe danger to you and your magical core. Though that within itself is a problem that needs to be rectified," Lily trailed off, seeing the questions as they ran through her son's head. Damn Dumbledore and his meddling with her son. James took over the questions now, better equipped to answer the ones about his core.

"Dumbledore thought it would be best to block some of your core, to make you seem less appealing to Voldemort. Obviously that did not work and he promised us that he would remove it when you turned eleven and that promise had not been kept. It was reinforced when you were fourteen, the connection between yourself and Voldemort during your duel apparently cracked some of the block. We did not know the true reason why he blocked your core however and because of our blind trust we have cost you dearly," James and Lily both looked down. It was true that they had failed their son by trusting Dumbledore easily.

"You have not failed me! They can break the block, Bill's a talented curse breaker, he should know how to do it," Harry said, looking at Fred who smiled at the mention of his brother. "He'll fix it and I will be good as new!" Harry did not like seeing the desolate expressions on his parents' faces. "I will be right?" Harry sounded like the afraid little boy from the cupboard, unsure in this situation. Perhaps hope and optimism is not the right course of action for this situation. Perhaps he was already too far gone and they were here to take him to his afterlife.

"When they break the block on your magic, they will be unblocking another part of you," Sirius interjected, letting James and Lily step back to console each other. "When a wizard is extremely powerful, like yourself, they need someone to help balance them. A soulmate if you will. Originally you should have met them when you were seventeen or at least felt their existence, but the blocks have prevented this. Not questioning Dumbledore was a great disservice to you and your life Harry." He had a soulmate? There was someone out there to love him unconditionally and romantically. Hope fluttered into Harry's heart. Even under the love potion, Harry had not felt romantically loved since his quick fling with Cho Chang in fifth year. Maybe he had actually never felt romantic love…

"Do you know who it is?" Harry asked quietly, trying not to show too much hope. For all he knew his soulmate could be married or even dead and he would have never known them.

"Arthur Weasley," Remus was the only one brave enough to tell Harry, watching the multiple emotions flash over the young man's face. Betrayal and anger seemed to be the two that won.

"That's impossible! He is married to Mrs. Weasley! He has seven bloody children with her, one of them is even present right here! You are messing with me," Harry shouted, pointing his finger in Fred's direction as he raged. There was no way that he was supposed to soul mated to Arthur Weasley.

"You do not see me jumping for joy either Scarhead, but it is what it is," Fred said, glaring at Harry slightly. He had also come to terms with the fact that Harry would be his step-father, but seeing Harry's reaction made him want to yell that his father was a catch and Harry is the lucky one to be paired to him.

"How can you be okay with this? I would be with your father!" Harry turned, storming up to the red head. He was at the disadvantage however since Fred was still taller than him. Harry barely came up to his shoulders and instead of bumping chests with him, he just ran his face into Fred's chest basically.

"And I have made my peace Harry! I want my father to be happy and he has not been since Bill's wedding. With the war weighing on him and my death, it is a miracle he isn't here right now. Merlin forbid. Then with Ginny being a nutter and not helping pay her way. Molly has not been really helping either. More obsessed with Ginny's wedding like you had already proposed! I want to see my father happy and see him with his new litter of Weasleys," Fred slapped his hand over his mouth, flinching back from James and Sirius' matching stormy looks.

"His new litter of Weasleys? You can see the future?" Harry asked, hope making his stomach roll. He had always wanted a family and if he was actually supposed to be with Arthur, he would gain not only seven step-children (which was surreal) but maybe even children of his own! Fred nodded his head to answer Harry's question. "And Arthur and I have children?" Harry's eyes were almost glistening with tears at the possibility.

"Fred." James said sternly, stopping the Weasley boy from telling Harry anymore. In their death they had become clairvoyant, but they were not allowed to tell the future. Only the present and past. Harry's head snapped over to look at his father questioningly. "I'm sorry son, but there are rules," he said, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder and giving it an encouraging squeeze.

"I would rather it with one of my brothers than my father, but I know you can make him happy Harry. You do not need riches to be happy and you will actually work, even though you do not need it. He needs happiness now Harry," Fred looked ready to beg Harry at this point. How could Harry say no? Arthur was a kind soul who cared a lot more about his family than any prestige his family name held or not. He was funny and talent and definitely not hard on the eyes. "Dad has already agreed," Fred said, causing Harry's face to scrunch up in confusion.

"He knew about this before myself?" Harry felt betrayed that Arthur had known and not told him. He really hoped that he had not been involved in the love potions. He was tired of people making his decisions for him in 'his best interest'.

"Of course not, he would have waited for you and then none of us would be here now would we?" Fred smirked at Harry, the Gryffindor pushing him for his cheekiness. "No, he found out just recently when the goblin from Gringotts came to check what exactly the block was holding back," Harry's confusion came back and Fred huffed in annoyance. Harry was definitely not a Ravenclaw. "We can see the past and future along with the present. This is what is currently happening. The doctor said that it would be more stable for dad to be touching you when Bill removes the block since his magic will stabilize yours, but he also informed dad that should he do that your bond would automatically be initiated and you would have twenty-four hours to…consummate the bond before you got sick again," Fred said, shuddering at the consummation part. He did not want to think of his father shagging Harry. The other man blushed heavily, not knowing that this all came with the bond. He just figured that they would date and then marry and the bond would be complete. But then again Harry should not have expected anything less than dramatic when it came to his life.

"And he agreed just like that? Almost thirty years with Molly and he agrees to bond himself to a twenty-year-old who is his son's best mate," Harry was unsure about all of this. He felt like such a home-wrecker, but the marriage issue was to blame on Molly. She had used illegal potions on Harry to try and get him to love her daughter.

"Dad wanted to give you the choice, but the doctor informed him that your magic could hurt you if there was no one there to help balance it. Dad's magic is the only one that fits with yours perfectly and any other might hurt the person and yourself. He understands what it means as well," Fred explained, his face serious for a minute before breaking into a grin. "Should I call you dad or papa?" He teased, dodging Harry's punch that probably would not have hurt that if he had landed it. Harry laughed as well, getting quite used to the idea of having sons, even if they were older than him. The Weasleys were family anyways and it would be like coming home to actually be one.

All laughter stopped when Harry gripped his stomach and let out a cry. He was surrounded in a matter of seconds, his father being the only thing holding him on his feet. His mother ran her fingers through his hair, shushing him repeatedly. The pain disappeared leaving Harry panting and clinging to his father.

"What the bloody hell was that?" He gasped once he finally got his breath back, wincing as his father helped him lay on the forest floor. The floating feeling was coming back, but it was unpleasant now.

"I think they are attempting to remove the block now. You are feeling Bill and the doctor's magic. It will hurt since your body is so used to the block on your core," Lily explained, her fingers never leaving her son's hair. She was making it even more, if possible, unruly, but no one present cared. Remus and Tonks sat near his feet with Fred and Sirius at his sides. His head was in James' lap, leaving him to look up at the blurry forest.

"You'll be out of commission after you bond with Arthur, you'll need plenty of rest," Sirius said, holding his godson's hand. None of them liked to see the boy in pain, but it was necessary for Harry to get better.

"Yeah, you'll be all cream and peaches, or whatever the muggles say, for your shagging," Fred teased, not blocking the punch that Harry half-hearted swung at him. Lily, Remus, and Tonks were the only ones to know the saying that Fred was going for and snickered at his switching of the words.

"Peaches and cream," Tonks informed Fred, but the grin that he shot her told her that he knew exactly what he had said.

"How do you know so much Siri?" Harry asked, wincing as another bout of pain shot through his body. He briefly thought of making Bill sit in the corner for not being gentler with him. "About the soulmate stuff," he clarified once the pain subsided a bit.

"Blacks have extraordinary powerful magic and need anchors for them. Most use dark magic to fill in the void of a soulmate. I mean merlin forbid a Black bond with a muggleborn to keep our magic strong," Sirius rolled his eyes, remembering the lecture his mother had given him and Regulus. "You have actually met her, Emmeline Vance," Sirius smiled at the thought of his soulmate. "She was not a pureblood and my mother did not approve, but did I ever do anything my mother was proud of?" Remus and James chuckled along with Sirius on that one. "You will meet her again in the afterlife, but that will not be for a long time now pup," Sirius said, trying to act stern as he pointed his finger at Harry. The raven haired boy nodded, grinning through the pain at his godfather.

"Remus, Tonks, Teddy is growing up so big," Harry said, remembering who else was here. He knew that Remus and Tonks probably watched Teddy, but he felt the need to tell them personally. "Loves bright blue to match his mother's bubblegum pink," Harry saw Tonks smile with that knowledge, leaning into Remus. He also saw both of them wipe tears from their eyes.

"I knew you and Andy would take care of him. Would not let him forget his parents," Remus' voice was watery, but Harry supposed he had the right to. He was a father who barely got to hold his son. Harry was sure he would feel that way with his own children. With that thought his eyes shifted between his father and Fred.

"I know you cannot tell me the future, but my possible children… ugh! Are they adopted or…?" Harry trailed off, his cheeks heating up at the thought. He knew that male pregnancies were a thing, Hermione had assured him when he told her that he was bisexual back in their sixth year, but he did not know if they could have natural babies.

"All natural," Fred said, sticking his tongue out at the thought and scrunching up his face in disgust.

"Watch it. They are you going to be your younger brothers and/or sisters," Harry teased, his own face scrunching up as excruciating pain shot through him. He could barely hear his mother telling him that he would be going back soon and that she loved him. He felt multiple kisses to his forehead and a few hugs. Right before everything went black, he heard his father's voice clear as day in his ear.

"And for merlin's sake do not name your son after that dungeon bat!" A laugh etched itself on Harry's face as his vision went black and the drifting feeling came back. It did not last long before the drifting turned into falling as he was slammed back into his body.

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I hope you guys enjoyed! I know some of you wanted to see their reactions, but I thought of a structure for this story and I'm trying to stick to it the best I can! I know that there are a lot of plot holes, but this is not supposed to be a series, just a cute little thing (with a touch of smut, but that is a surprise soo Shhh)! I also did not ship this before I wrote it, but I loved writing it! What do you think Arthur's little litter of Weasleys will be named?

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