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'Thoughts'

~"Beast Speak"~

**Flashback**

Let the Games Begin!

The last two weeks had to have been the most grueling, sweat-inducing, fear-inspired weeks of Harry and Draco's lives since their Maturity Coronation (let's just say it involved the forest, 3 sticks, and a very active volcano). But by the end of it Severus had taught both teens what was both expected and unexpected of them. Both had been slightly shocked to hear that they would more than likely be living in house with Emerald's Godfathers, something which the young man didn't know he had. That had been a most unsettling experience for the Potions Master.

**Flashback**

"What do you mean 'godfathers'? I have one? I mean, I have more than one?" Harry was staring at his teacher as if the man had told him that the sun was a giant pomegranate. Severus, on the other hand, wasn't doing much better.

"Yes Harry, you have two Godfathers. When you were taken to the Dursley's," he ignored the hiss coming from Draco at the name, "your original godfather Sirius Black was taken to prison because it was assumed that he betrayed your parents to the Dark Lord." A horrified gasp came from Harry as he heard that.

"H-he didn't, did he?" he was finally able to ask. A sigh of deep relief was the next thing heard at the older man's shaken head.

"As much as I despise your Godfather, for reasons I'll let him explain to you, I never believed that he would turn against the people he loved for that maniac. Anyone with even a miniscule brain could see how much he fawned over you when you were a baby, him and Lupin. So no Harry, he didn't betray them. But everyone believed that he did and threw him in prison without a trial. He stayed there for nearly a decade before excaping to look for you." Emerald eyes stared back at him with clear tears threatening to fall.

"He-he-he actually looked for me?"

"The last time I could tolerate his presence I vividly remember him and Lupin going on about searching for you in some remote part of Asia."

The rest of the time was spent with Draco reassuring his little brother that there were people out there that did care about him.

**End Flashback**

After that, he was even able to get Severus to tell small stories of his time at Hogwarts with his father's friends the Marauder's (excluding a few key facts of course). Bill had left their first week in training, explaining that he had used up his prescribed off days from Gringots and had to return. But not without inadvertantly getting even more on Draco's bad side.

**Flashback**

Both boys were pouring through random books given to them by Severus to study while also brewing a few potions for practice when Bill came in with luggage in tow. The elder Weasley immediately smirked and went over to the blonde and captured him into his arms despite the younger man's best efforts.

"What they hell you obtuse neanderthal!" Draco hissed.

"Draco, my darling! I hate to disappoint but I'm being forced back to England today. And I found myself unable to leave without giving you a proper goodbye." Bill said dramatically. Before the teen could protest he was dipped backwards in the curse breaker's arms and kissed deeply for a full minuted, the swiftly brought back up with a cheeky smiling man staring back at him. Thankfully he was able to run out to his portkey destination lest his infatuation's Godfather came out of his stupor caught up to him. Harry, however, hadn't been able to stifle his giggles at the scene even as his brother began to curse the day that man was ever brought into the world and trying, but failing, to hide the almost permanent blush stain on his cheeks.

**End Flashback**

Bill had fire-called a couple of days after that, not to apologize, but to try and scheduel a day once the brothers returned to England to do it again. Suffice to say, a boot in the face still hurts from over three thousand miles away. But finally the day had come, where Severus' two weeks had come to an end and the night before his return he had firecalled the Headmaster to tell him the "good news." Suffice to say the old bastard was practically dancing the jig. He promptly sent over a portkey big enough for all of them to arrive safely in London before trekking to Headquarters. That night the boys said their tearful goodbyes to their Sursa, who was practically giving them their nestling baths again for fear she would never see them again. Charlie was watching it from the safety of his hut, chuckling every now and then from the huffs coming from the pair. I guess no matter what species you grew up with, there's still an over-protective mother not ready to let go he thought ruefully thinking of his own mother. He never even noticed Severus gliding into the room while he continued observing the heartwarming scene.

"It would be for the best that you not do anything too confusing before he leaves." was the curt statement he got startling him to turn around.

"Severus, you bloody scared me! Now, what was it you just said?" the older man just sneered down at him as if he were talking to a child.

"I realize that you Weasley's aren't just going to get over any semblance of emotions you have for these boys, and while I'll promptly kill, dry, bake, and cut your older brother into potion ingredients before he ever pulls that cheap trick on Draco again, I can see that you at least have some form of healthy attachment to Harry. So all that I ask is that you reveal your feelings to him in a way to not distract him from the task at hand. I realize this is asking a lot of you because of your Gryffindor ways of non-subtlety, but maybe you could try just a bit harder." With that the man left in a swish of his black cloak floating behind him leaving Charlie equally confused and apprehensive.

That night when everyone was supposed to be going to bed early, two people were still restlessly up and about. Harry, who was not only afraid of being taken back to the people who once abused him but also being thrown into a war he wanted no part in, and Charlie, who was struggling to put Severus words into action. Of course when two people are still awake and walking in a small and combined space, chances are they would meet up sooner or later. Their meeting place just happened to be in the kitchen where the Weasley brother was boiling some water for a cup of hot chocolate when he was suddenly joined by the object of his affection.

"H-Harry! What are you still doing up?" he asked surprised. The younger male blushed at his attention and not for the first time did the dragon handler suddenly become hard just at a glance.

"I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about what's going to happen tomorrow...about what had to happen...I dunno. Do you think it's right?" the brunette finally asked sitting down at the small table. The red head took his time answering as he brought two mugs of steaming hot chocolate and placed them on the table.

"I do. In fact I think this should've been done years ago. You are too precious a person to risk in this war, prophesy be damned." Charlie said adamantly getting another blush out of the teen along with a small hopeful smile.

"You...you really think I'm precious?" he asked softly.

Time stood still in that moment, it didn't move a single hundreth of a second as Charlie stood up from the table and got in front of Harry. Nor did it move when he crouched down and claimed those ruby red lips for himself. Time moved not a muscle as Harry delicately wrapped his still thin arms around the other's muscular neck effectively bringing the two closer as he was hoisted out of his seat. The moment time continued was the exact second that they each disconnected for air. The kiss hadn't been exactly chaste, but neither was there tongue wrestling; rather it was a kiss of promise, for more to come. Both knew that as they silently gasped for air as their forheads touched and each looked into the other's eyes reverantly. No words were spoken, but at the same time a thousand more were understood judging from the small grins both exuded as they left their cooling chocolate on the table to finally retire to bed.

The next morning the boys were awake by six to make sure they had everything needed and for final goodbyes. They said one more sleepy one to Inilth as she prayed to the Mother Earth and her Husband of Eternal Light to look over her nestlings. There was even a last minute token tucked into a hand with an unspoken promise of seeing one another at a later date. With their fingers touching the deflated beach ball they were all whisked away to their respective destinies.

And about to change each and every last one of them.

*****London*****

The residents of Grimmauld Place are happy (or unhappy if talking to the younger generation) while the quiet, repetative, and normal nature of their neighborhood. In fact, if it had been said that at that moment of five o'clock in the morning that travelers from a differnt country would be arriving (by garbage mind you) to a place of residence that didn't even exist they would promptly believe that you were bonkers and went on their merry way ignoring you and your very existence. However, as the clock on the church struck five and the bells could be heard across the small town, that is exactly what happened.

Severus didn't like portkey on a good day, so having to travel not only a few thousand miles but actually through different countries was enough to leave him with an upset stomach. His companions were unluckier having never travelled as such and threw up any food they had consumed the night before. Once they were done dry heaving they looked towards their mentor who gave each teen a scrap of paper with an address and along with a order to remember said address before the paper dissolved. It was after it had burst into small flames (and Draco making his Godfather promise to teach said spell later on in their training) were they shocked to see a building ease its way in between two already sound ones as if it were always there ("Well, it kind of had to be for your Godfather and his family to have lived there, Em"). The group migrated up towards the house marvelling at how awake they seemed, then reminded that Romania was nearly three hours ahead of London.

As they walked through the doorway they were assaulted physically by the dust cluttering around them, and visually by the disgusting elf head plaques "decorating" the stair case. The only noises in the house were the faint snores signalling that people were already here, and rustling and a rough voice in the kitchen where a light candle was lit. Draco was already preoccupied with a painting near the door and Severus had gone directly towards the makeshift bar in the living room for something to settle his upset stomach, so Harry saw fit to solve the object of his curiosity and went into the kitchen.

In the kitchen he saw a rather old House Elf (or what he assumed was a House Elf due to Severus' many text books) angrily sweeping the floor while muttering to himself.

"Kreacher is a bad elf for letting such blood traitors and mudbloods marr his precious Mistress' home. If Kreacher could, Kreacher would remove the lot of them. Always making messes, an-you! What you want in Kreacher's kitchen?" he began to brandish his broom threatingly in the brunette's direction. The small teen just shook his head, a bit afraid of the elf, and gave a small nervous smile.

"Actually, I was going to ask if you would like some help. I know what it's like to have to clean up behind people who do nothing but make messes." The House Elf lowered his broom but still looked at the young wizard untrustingly.

"Kreacher hasn't seen you with the others, are you with them then?" he sneered then later shocked at Harry's more aggressive head shake.

"Gods no, in fact...Kreacher, my brother and I are going to have to stay here against our will because of one of...them. But not for too long, so what we have in mind is to create a series of 'unfortunate circumstances' to befall them. Would you like to help us? We'll make sure you won't have to clean up any of our messes." he asked pleadingly. He needn't have pleaded apparantly when Kreacher whooped in obvious joy and began to dance with his broom.

"Oh, this is a happy day for Kreacher and his Mistress! New young good Masters have come to get rid of the filth plaguing his Mistress' house! Are you hungry young Master? All skin and bones yous are! Kreacher will fix it, yes he will..." He went over to the ice box pulling out sandwich fixings, drinks, fruit, and trecle tart piling it all onto the table. Harry could only smile and promise to bring his brother to join in the meal as he left to find his brother still talking to the portrait. Well that and Severus trying, and failing, to hide his shock behind a brandy glass.

"Oh, here he is now. Aunty, this is Harry, my brother in all but blood. Em, this is Walburga Black, she's Sirius', your Godfather, mother." Harry gave a short bow towards the portrait in awe as she saw her curtsey back.

"It's an honor to meet the Lady of the House of Black madame." he said remembering Severus' lessons. Surprisingly the older woman blushed and began to gigglie like a schoolgirl.

"Another charmer! Just like your brother here, must come from the Black side. I can clearly see a bit of my sister in you, especially around the cheeks; very nice cheek bones Dorea had. Your brother here clearly comes from Abarax Malfoy with that nose of his but his eyes, oh yes. Mark of a true Black pureblood in my opinion." Both boys blushed at her compliments before smiling at one another.

"Aunty, how do you feel about the people taking space in your house." The portrait's entire demeanor changed once Harry asked the quesiton and Draco could swear he actually saw lightening strike in the background.

"These squatters are the very bain of my existence! I was fully intent on spending the rest of my days enjoying the quiet sanctity of my House and then He has to come and bring them all. Traitiors and dirty bloods all the likes! Makes my own blood boild from the indecency!" she would have kept ranting had the blonde not held up a hand for pausing.

"My brother and I have been brought back here by Him to do his bidding, however we have a plan to not only get him off our backs but also stop this entire pointless war. But before we can do that, we have to be as tactless, messy, sneaky, and all around rude house guests. From what I can understand we already have Kreacher on our side, so what about you Aunty?" he flashed his perfect pearly whites. It took Walburga a total of five seconds for her entire visage to brighten and her frown to turn into a ferocious grin.

"My support, my knowledge, and my thanks. Now go young ones, you both look as if you could use a bit of meat on your bones. Skinny as a skeleton's teet you are!" she made shooing notions with her hands as the teens walked back into the kitchen completely ignoring Severus' still shocked form.

"Why is it everyone in this house keeps talking about how skinny we are?" the brunette brother grumbled with a light blush. His brother just grinned cheekily and poked the other in his sides eliciting a giggle.

"Because while I am the very picture of male excellence, you still have a ways to go in both the muscle and height department." he said laughing even as his brother pouted and huffed away.

Although Ron Weasley was in the Hogwarts House famous for it's blind loyalty and thoughtless bravery he wasn't particularly either one of those attributes. He was only loyal to a fault: to his family (unless they're wrong), his friends (unless they're being stupid), and his stomach (always). But one thing that he had in spades was boundless pride, which was the reason he was even staying at number twelve Grimmauld Place. When he heard his parents were part of the famous Order of the Phoenix he, as well as his siblings, demanded that they be included and was estatic when they were accepted. He was not excited about the fact that they had been used as virtual Hosue Elves (when there was already a bloody elf in the damned house!) and not told anything about what was going on in the Order. That all changed a few weeks ago when Dumbledore made the announcement to them that he had finally found a trail leading to Harry Potter. And, the best part, was when he was found he'd be brought back here to train. Can you imagine? Harry freaking Potter! Ron had been so excited he barely registed that Hermione, the girl of his current infatuation, had come to stay with them being friends with his sister Ginny nor did he whine or complain (much) when he was forced to dust, clean or do other chores.

He was finally going to meet Harry Potter!

Currently Ron was asleep in one of the guest bedrooms, not knowing his obsession was downstairs being overfed by Kreacher, having a wonderful dream about Hermione with her long bushy hair down from her bun...stripping...with a fizzing whizzbee in her mouth...

OOMF!

Suddenly a great weight settled on his stomach like week old corned hash. He blearily sat up ready to tell off the twins if this was one of their stupid jokes when he moonlight trickled in and glint dangerously off some very sharp white teeth.

Teeth?

The youngest Weasley male was now wide awake and trying to comprehend what exactly was on him. So he slowly inched his hand towards the side table lamp,

flicked it on,

and began to scream.

***Next Morning***

"I keep telling you, it was this Malfoy clone with vampire pointy teeth, and bat wings, and he hissed at me! He fricken hissed!" Ron's siblings and Hermione merely shook their heads at the ranting teen and ignored him as they went throught their morning rituals.

"Sure you did Ickle Ronnikins,"

"And then he bit you-"

"Turned you into his slave"

"Carried you out"

"And had his wicked way with you"

"All night long!" Fred and George joined together at the end of their back-and-forth. Their brother turned an interesting mixture of red from anger and embarassment while also paling and turning green from disgust. It was like looking at one of those Muggle Kaleidoscopes! Luckily he was saved from having to respond by the bushy haired know-it-all.

"Don't be crude, Fred and George. Just because Ronald believed he saw something doesn't mean we have to make fun of him for it." Ron's coloring came back to be normal while he smiled gratefully at his crush.

"Thanks Hermione...hey wait a sec, I don't believe I saw something, I really did! Honest!" the girl only rolled her eyes again as he began to sprout off taller and taller tales of what he had seen last night before Dumbledore floo'd into the kitchen. His hair was brilliantly white and long while his robes were horridly bright and non-sensical robes while he smiled benignly hiding his calculating gaze.

"Good morning children. I trust everyone had a good rest?" Immediately Ron jumped in with his now outrageous story of cloned Malfoys, razor sharp teeth dripping with blood, and basilisk-like eyes. The Headmaster merely chuckled and said something about boys and their overactive imagination.

"Ms. Weasley, would you be so kind as to get your parents and knock on Professor Snape's door while I get the rest of the Order-"

"And what lock us out again,"

"And say we're too young,"

"Too inexperienced,

"Too imature,"

"To listen in on your precious Order Meeting"

"Even though we could benefit from it?" The twin said towards the Headmaster still mad that even though they weren't in school anymore they still weren't able to join. The old man merely smiled wider before continuing.

"Actually, I was going to ask you students, and non students," he said with a nod towards the twins, "to join us in the dining room. I believe you'll want to join in the celebration."

The young adults were curious to what Dumbledore was hinting at but did as he ordered and soon all the Weasleys (excluding the two oldest of course), Aurors Kingsley, Mad-Eye Moody, his protege Tonks, Hestia Jones, a bleary eyed Mundungus Fletcher, Hermione, McGonagall, and a small missive from Remus saying he and Sirius would be late were waiting in the dining room for the grand surprise. Professor Dumbledore looked at them all over his half-moon spectacles with his twinkle eyes and nearly permanent smile still etched on his face.

"Now all that we're waiting for is-ah! Here we go, Severus my dear boy. I trust everything went swimmingly?" Everyone nearly got a crick in their necks from turning so sharply to see the Potions Professor slide effortlessly into the room as if slipping from the shadows.

"As well as expected, Headmaster." was the dour man's only answer. Apparently this satisfied the Headmaster as his smiled widened and he patted the man on the shoulder jovially. "Very good, very good."

"Now, I know everyone must be in a state of near exhaustion from curiosity yes?" chuckling softly at the immediate nods. "The cause of this is one very important thing: we've found him. We've finally located a Mister Harry Potter!" everyone in the room either gasped, applauded, teared up, or did a combination of two or three. Dumbledore waited until most of the noise died down before continuing.

"I had found an old trail leading to Mr. Potter and asked Severus here to check in on it. Luckily, a couple of nights ago, he fire called me saying he had found him and was bringing him back to us." Everyone looked towards the sour man as if he were the second coming. Severus ruined their images by sneering mercilessly at them.

"Severus, where is the dear boy?"

THUMP

BUMP

TRAMPLE

Severus inwardly smirked. 'And so the fun begins.' "I believe that's them now, sir."

BANG

THWANG

CRASH

"'Them'? What do you mean by them?" Mad-eye Moody asked immediately, never having trusted the ex-Death Eater.

RATTLE

BONG

SWIPE

"You'll see soon enough Alastor." Snape said with a frightening smirk.

TRAMPLE

THUMB

BANG!

Two forms rolled into the dining room all the way from the stairs growling and snarling at each other. One had light, practically inhumanly so, blonde hair cascading down to his mid back with bright silver eyes and his perfectly chiseled face in a snarl. The other was nearly a complete opposite with midnight dark hair, gem-like green eyes, and a face of androgynous beauty twisted in a frown and growl. The thing that had mostly everyone uncomfortable, and all the females blushing ferociously, was that both males (and indeed that's what they could only be) were fighting naked. Severus, having turned away not in embarassment but because he didn't think he wouldn't burst into laugher, finally separated the two with only a marginal flick of his wand to see the object that the two were fighting over.

It was a bar of soap.

"Smelly mine!"

"No! Smelly mine mine!" both boys snarled and made to fight each other again but were scared of the big stick the scary dark man was waving.

No one in the dining room said anything as they registered that the brunette was indeed Harry Potter and that the blonde looked surprisingly familiar. Everyone was in fact still shocked that their saviour was fighting naked of the most trivial of things and not even speaking in complete sentences. In fact, the only person brave enough to speak in the unpleasant silence was Ron as he shouted, "That's the maniac that attacked me last night!"

I've done it! Three days of random shutdowns, low batteries, and unsaved drama but I've finally done it!

For this chapter, I deserve to hit that 100 marker!

...

Pretty please?

Draco: Give the woman wants she wants for crikes sake! She let you see us fight bare naked for soap.

Harry: Pft, don't remind me. "Smelly mine?" Really?