Chapter Two

Somewhere among the one hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts, the twins searched for a familiar black haired boy. It seemed the whole school was searching for the famous Harry Potter, and when Fred or George did get close enough to Harry, he was surrounded by people staring and whispering about the scrawny boy. This wouldn't have bothered the twins if they were not blocked from getting near their lad by the masses, masses that were ogling their boy.

"There, look."

"Where?"

"Next to the tall kid with the red hair."

"Wearing the glasses?"

"Did you see his face?"

"Did you see his scar?"

"Wow he is so scrawny."

"Not much of a hero is he?"

"I heard he thinks he can get away with things because he is famous."

"Really?"

"Yeah he stood up and told Snape so. Spoiled, famous brat."

The twins were not much for gossip, especially from two Slytherins, but most the school seemed to find the boy more interesting than their class work. But after a few weeks the crowds seemed to slightly thin, and the twins found a reason to seek out the Boy Who Lived.

"We have a seeker," said their Quidditch captain Oliver Wood. "And who would that be," Fred asked while he rolled his eyes at the overzealous captain. "Keep it a secret, but its Harry," Oliver replied looking around for prying ears. Harry, their long lost third, on the Quidditch team. That meant that they could get to know him there and through their brother.. Together the two walked away thinking of where the idol may be, but were diverted by Oliver calling after them, "He will not be at team practice though, I am going to try and privately train him so that no one will know his talent till game day." Those few words sent the twins into a prank rage that no one in any house was immune too. Of course a few of their pranks may have been a little overboard, such as dying all of Snape's robes pink and McGonagall's hair blue. Even Dumbledore shied away from them, for anyone who took one look at their faces forgot all about punishment and run away in fear. The only teacher unaffected seemed to be Trelawney who tried to give them detention in front of the common room entrance. Of course when she suddenly had no sherry, her robes turned inside out and her hair styled like a banshee she finally gave up

Finally the match arrived and the twins watched a nervous Potter mount his broom then zoom into the air with force and speed. The game went well till Harry's broom went out of control, and he fell to the ground. The twin's hearts plummeted that they swore it was level with the gagging brunette on the ground. Even after watching the boy stand and hold the snitch to the crowd, their fear for his safety elevated to a new level. As the two landed Fred mumbled, "We will have to keep a closer eyes on that boy before he is seriously injured. I don't think I could handle that." While George just nodded in agreement.

~I'm a dragon page break. Back away from my eggs or your ass is grass~

Christmas was coming. One morning in December, Hogwarts woke up to find itself covered in several feet of snow. We had been punished for bewitching several snowballs to follow Quirrell around.* Before that most people had noticed we were lacking in the pranking department, and George had figured Harry would get a laugh out of it. Instead he and his friends had barely watched before rushing off to the library to research Merlin knows what. After all break was right around the corner and for once we wanted to stay in the dreary castle over the break. The disappointment at the failed prank idea had quickly changed when the red heads learned Harry was staying over Christmas too. That meant the twins could get close to him without being suspicious, after all there were only going to be the Weasley brothers and Harry in the common room all break. Together the two watched as Harry and Ron enjoyed the tranquility with chess in front of the fire, content with the young soul mates happy face. Not soon after the first years drifted off for the night, leaving the twins to start planning to make the emerald eyed boy theirs.

The next morning the Gemini's rushed through their presents, slipped on the handmade sweaters, and rushed to the first year's dorm. Stopping outside they heard the surprised voice of the black haired hidden love. "Will you look at this? I got some presents!" Harry's enthusiastic voice carried, flooring both twins. No one should sound that happy to get the few presents they had seen the house elves carry in. Then it hit them, he probably never got anything when he was with those filthy muggles. If either of them ever got near one, the muggles would wish they were never born. In their rage the two failed to listen to the rest of the younger brother and the raven's conversation. When George finally got Fred's attention again, they burst through the door and chorused our "Merry Christmas!" "Hey, look-Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!" George exclaimed drawing everyone's attention to the beautiful emerald sweater in Harry's arms.

"Harry's is better than ours, though," Fred responded, "she obviously makes more of an effort if you're not in the family." Both twin locked eyes for a second both pleased at what they had done. Weeks ago their mother had asked them to get Harry's size so she could make him a family sweater, she wanted it to be a secret and Merlin knows Ron is horrible with those. In turn the pranksters asked her to make him the nicest she had ever made, under the pretenses that it would make him feel more like a family. The result was beautiful when compared with the ethereal eleven year old in front of the red heads. It should be illegal to look that good and thankfully the twins got distracted from doing something drastic when George began to tease Ron into his sweater. The laughter that arose from the smallest boy in the room raised everyone's spirits greatly, only for Percy to come in and ruin it as usual. Together Fred and George turned their anger into a mischievous attitude that frightened the other two brothers, but it was well worth it when it got another laugh from the raven.

~I'm a Broadway page break. I sing~

The twins where curled up on the sofa in front of the fire, they had just beat Harry and Ron at a snowball war about four hours ago, which could be difficult considering how the cold made the ravens cheeks flush. Then after a nice feast the younger two had trudged to bed half asleep, leaving the mischievous duo to relax and enjoy time to curl up without hiding.

"George, when are we going to tell Harry?" Fred pondered from his position against his twin. George blushed and looked down, "well it took us almost three years after we learned to tell each other, and even then it was still embarrassing. Plus we had known each other since birth; imagine telling somebody we barely know."

"Tell who what?" came from the stairs, and slowly a bleary eyed Harry came down and walked toward the couch they were on. In that brief time, the twins shoved away from each other, just to stop him from asking why they were so close. Instead the boy sat in between them and slowly sighed. "Can I ask you two something?"

To say the two were shocked would be like saying Percy is a snob, why would he just drop such an interesting topic. Bloody hell the two would bother someone until they spilt what the secret. Yet their little raven just drops it for some reason. "Sure Har," George said, smiling at the smaller lad.

"Uhm," blushed Potter, "well when I first saw you at Diagon Alley, something weird happened. Well I don't know how to describe it so I just wanted to know if you felt something to. But never mind." And just like that Harry ran as fast as he can up the stair, firmly locking the first year's door behind him.

"Well I don't know which is more interesting," Fred smiled, "that the vixen is shy, or that he felt something too. We can't let this go, tomorrow we will find him and blab it all. Merlin Forge I will do it even if you feel awkward. I will not wait three years to feel more whole once again." Gred stormed up stairs leaving a stunned ginger behind him smiling at the possessiveness that could be blackmail for years to come.