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Disclaimer in Chapter one. Will add as needed.
As James walked over to speak to Fred and George and Sirius turned to retransfigure Bucky; Loki and Remus drew together, their faces set.
"What exactly are you going to tell the Slytherins?" Remus asked softly, his eyes focused on the God.
Loki glanced between Thor and the twins' retreating forms before looking back to Remus, "I was thinking of telling them the truth. It is a gamble but, despite her eventual loss of consciousness, this would be another opportunity for her to win the house's unwavering loyalty. It has already been growing, especially after the last time she addressed the house, however the reveal of this event would squash any remaining doubt as to her power as well as take away their doubts about her having the ability to fully challenge the Headmaster."
Remus nodded slowly, "Were you planning to reveal yourself as well?"
Loki gave a short nod, "As much as possible without giving them too much power over Harri, everything but the time travel really. Slytherin will be most effective when we are honest with them. If they sense deceit or too large of a discrepancy in facts they are likely to try and go behind our backs to get the information, endangering the entire thing or revealing too much too soon."
Sirius joined them then, "I agree. Nothing pisses Slytherins off more than being kept in the dark but expected to follow orders."
"And Harriet already said she would deal with the reveals when they happened." Remus hummed, "Even if those ended up needing to be off her schedule."
"You guys figure it out?" James asked, coming over to them. He glanced over at Fenrir who was still keeping quiet and pressing close to his father, "You alright Fenrir?" the wolf looked up at him with luminous eyes and gave a light woof.
Loki smiled, "We have decided, yes. Are you accompanying me in your snake forms or staying here."
"We'll stay here to get the Brigade ready to be a distraction tomorrow." Sirius said.
James nodded, "We can't do much at this time anyway."
"Very well." Loki said, he looked over to Sage, "Can you go back to your dorm and start defusing any rumors among the Hufflepuffs?"
"Yes mother." Sage answered, moving off with Fenrir stuck to his side.
Loki nodded to the Marauders again before starting toward the door out of the antechamber.
"Brother! Wait!"
Loki sighed and walked over to where Thor's cocoon was leaned against the wall, "What Thor?"
"You do not mean to leave me like this do you?" Thor demanded, wriggling in the cocoon.
"What would you have me do?" Loki asked, "Phoenix ice is unbreakable by all but the phoenix themselves and a fire phoenix."
Thor frowned for a moment before perking up, "I saw one here earlier. Could you not ask it to let me out?"
On cue, Fawkes flew down from where he had been perching and landed gracefully on Loki's shoulder, careful not to hurt Jor in the process. Loki looked up at Fawkes with a small frown, "Fawkes will you break Harriet's ice?" he asked, Fawkes shook his head without any hesitation.
"But Great Phoenix!" Thor spluttered, "I cannot remain here until the Lady Phoenix returns! Please release me."
*Not a chance Godling.* came a voice from Fawkes, though his beak was closed. Loki cocked an eyebrow at Fawkes projection, surprised.
"Why not?" Thor asked petulantly, making Loki hide a sneer.
*The fledgling will not take kindly to me interfering with her protections.* Fawkes responded, *You are her flock mate and she has seen your presence in the realm we just visited as a danger to yourself. Thus she has wrapped you in her ice and has left you there for safety until she can ensure such herself.*
"But I can't stay here! I need to eat and train and…what if I have to relieve myself." Thor huffed.
Loki got the faintest edge of amusement from Fawkes, *Godling, do not think the protections of a phoenix so limited. The ice around you is made to sustain you until the fledgling is able to come and make sure you are safe with her own eyes. If you do not have someone bring you food, the ice will make sure you have the correct nutrients through its magic. Your muscles will remain as what they were before you entered the ice, no atrophying. And yes, if you have to relieve yourself, the ice will take care of that as well. The young fledging may not have much experience but she has done this correctly. I have something similar with a firestorm and I must say that the ice looks easier to maintian.*
"Fascinating." Loki murmured, focusing on the ice around Thor even as he listened closely to Fawkes words.
"No Loki! Not fascinating! I cannot stay here!" Thor protested, starting to squirm again.
Loki rolled his eyes, "You most assuredly can. And will. Mother and I will be down here intermittently and I will make sure that you are moved into Salazar's office. You will be fine." He turned and started toward the door, "Thank you for the insight Fawkes."
*You are quite welcome Chaos.* Fawkes trilled before launching himself from Loki's shoulder and gliding back up toward the ceiling.
Loki turned back to Ligia for the conversation he was about to have and ascended the stairs from the antechamber to the common room. As she had many times before, Ligia was greeted by the entire house waiting for answers, gossiping among themselves in the interim.
Ligia moved over to Harriet's chair by the fireplace, drawing eyes to her and making the house go silent as they awaited news.
"Good evening. I know that a few of you saw the arrival of a group in the antechamber tonight and others may have been in close enough proximity to a teacher's office to hear the alarm go off to warn them of a magical flare near the wards. I am here to set the records on this event straight." Ligia folded her hands together in front of her, "When returning to the castle earlier, Lady Slytherin and the Lords Prewett were attacked by a flock of ravens who carried with them a binding chain. They attempted to bind Lady Slytherin with this chain but our Lady was able to power past the pain of her core being scorched and summon a powerful object to shatter the chains. She then went to punish the one who sought to bind her before returning here and passing out from exhaustion and a wound to her magical core."
The eyes around the room were wide with awe and Ligia took in the curiosity beneath it.
"Who is familiar with the Norse Pantheon?" Ligia asked, confused looks were traded around the room but many people raised their hands. Ligia nodded, "In light of the events of this evening I have opted to tell you a truth that you have been missing so that you can help us move more efficiently to help our Lady." Ligia dropped her transformation, becoming the tall slender God she really was in seconds. "I am not actually Ligia Liesmith. I am Loki, God of Mischief and Chaos." Gasps went around the room as the usually super controlled Slytherins gaped at the God in front of them. Loki's lips quirked up in a smirk, "Lady Slytherin has saved me from a terrible fate and reunited me with my children," he raised a hand to stroke Jor's head, inciting a pleased hiss from him and awed recognition from the crowd, "for that I owe her an unpayable debt and yet all she has asked is that I consider her family. And so, as a good family should, I support her."
Loki's eyes moved around the room, "The one who sent ravens after our Lady this evening was Odin Allfather, the King of Asgard. That powerful object that Lady Slytherin summoned was actually the great hammer Mjolnir, Thor's weapon. And it was Asgard that Lady Slytherin traveled to to bring down punishment. Where she ended up cutting off Odin's arm and shattering Gungnir, the Allfather's spear. She did all of this while her magical core was injured." He took in the awed disbelief and decided that things were going well enough, "So now I ask you if you are truly willing to begin helping your Lady. To keep her safe as she recovers. To help us keep her from the harm Dumbledore would do if he found her in such a state."
Loki had to fight his instinctual urge to smirk as the house went to their knees in front of him, "We are yours to command."
Albus stood in the rain, among a field of dead ravens, trying to figure out just what the large magical disturbance had been. It had been large enough to set the wards blaring and all the teachers had scrambled to him to figure out what had happened before following him out toward the disturbance. They did not expect the storm that broke open over their heads on their way out and they certainly never entertained the thought of the hundreds of dead ravens that they found lying around in a thick ring.
"Headmaster, over here." Minerva called out.
Dumbledore turned and made his way over to his Deputy who stood in the center of the bizarre circle of dead birds, his keen eyes searching the ground for a clue, "What is it Minerva?" He asked calmly, even though his brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure this new mystery out.
"Look." The drenched professor directed as she carefully moved her foot across one section of wet grass. Silver pieces twinkled at the movement and Dumbledore's eyebrows rose as he bent to examine it.
He waved his wand in an intricate pattern over the pieces before reaching down and picking up a shard, "It's purified silver." He noted, "Much like the kind used to bind phoenixes." He frowned as he caught a blue tinge to the metal and cast another diagnostic spell on the piece before humming, "This one seems to have been made with an ice phoenix in mind."
"An ice phoenix Albus?" Minerva asked with a gasp, "They are even more rare than fire phoenixes, there hasn't been one sighted in years!"
"I am aware Minerva." Albus said quietly, even as his mind was going to his still iced over office. He had been working around the ice for almost a year now and had no doubt in his mind that the ice was an ice phoenix's after only Fawkes, that blasted bird, had been able to thaw the Sorting Hat. He leaned even further down with a frown, casting a quick charm to keep the rain from his eyes.
Moving quickly, he was able to catch a black hair that had been tangled in the grass. He conjured up a jar before putting the hair safely inside, repeating the process with several of the silver pieces and two of the ravens. Albus stood and looked around at the ravens and the now soaking wet professors, "Alright, I have some things to examine. Let us return, dry ourselves, and check on the students. We need a head count as well to make sure that no students are still in Hogsmeade."
"Right away Headmaster." Several of the professors chorused before hurrying back toward the castle.
Dumbledore took one last look around the site to commit it to memory before banishing the bodies of the dead birds and starting the trek back to his office.
It wasn't until he reached his office that he was stopped by someone calling out to him. Albus turned to find Professor Rani and her assistant Mr. Teener hurrying toward him with worried and confused looks, "Has something happened Headmaster? If the school under attack?"
Albus placed his hands behind his back and eyed the two in front of his, "Not that I am aware. There was a magical disturbance just outside the wards that was large enough to set off the wards." He looked at the two over his glasses, "The protocol is for professors to come to me to see what caused this and to help defend the castle if need be. May I ask where you were?"
"Apologies Headmaster." Frieda said, bowing her head slightly, "I was overseeing a detention and did not feel comfortable leaving the students in the room when I was alerted. Even now I have them secured in the classroom after the alert was silenced and I had a chance to put a protection ward around them."
Dumbledore relaxed slightly, "I see. What students are those? I have sent the other Professors to take a headcount."
"Harriet Potter, Fred and George Weasley, and Ligia and Sage Liesmith." Frieda said, "They are waiting for me to go release them."
Albus raised an eyebrow, "Harriet? She has spent the previous two years here without one detention, however you have given her two in a matter of weeks. Is there something she has done wrong?" he asked, putting on his grandfatherly façade.
Frieda let out an amused laugh, "Not necessarily Headmaster. She seems to disagree with a few of my views and while I am okay with such discussion in the classroom, her way of expressing disagreement was very disrespectful."
"I see." Albus said with a nod, "Very well. I have gathered some things from the site of the disturbance to study and see if we can find the source. You can go finish up your detentions."
"Thank you Headmaster." Frieda said, both her and Mr. Teener bowing slightly to him, "Have a good evening."
Dumbledore nodded back to them before moving up into his office.
And right into a puddle of water.
Albus cursed colorfully when he saw that the ice was beginning to melt, water soaking into his carpets and furniture. Albus moved in a flurry to banish the water, trying to save many priceless texts and rare bits and bobs that he had stored, but the effort was slow as the ice seemed to be melting faster than he could banish it. He dropped into a chair, looking around his office that was slowly but surely turning into a waterpark.
This only added to the mystery, it was too much of a coincidence for the ice melting to have nothing to do with the magical disturbance. He pulled the many shrunken jars of evidence from his pocket and looked down at them, they held the answers he sought.
The squelch of a first edition copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them falling off of an unfrozen shelf made Albus wince.
First he needed to clean up his office.
As the storm raged on over the castle and night fell, Frigga checked her appearance before teleporting directly to Asgard, brushing through the wards of Hogwarts with ease.
Heimdall bowed low to her as she appeared precariously and daintily on the edge of the destroyed rainbow bridge. "Welcome home my Queen." He rumbled.
Frigga looked at him with a blank face, taking in the deep bloody furrows that crossed his left eye, "You seem to have run afoul of something with wicked claws my dear Guardian."
"Talons actually your majesty." Heimdall said respectfully, "A fire phoenix of great strength."
Frigga hummed dismissively as she focused on her next destination.
Teleporting into the healers wing she moved toward the ward set aside for the more common people of Asgard who were wounded. The relief she felt when the ward was empty was overwhelming. She had not completely trusted the word of this 'Deadpool' that the Sorcerer Supreme had brought in, so to see the empty ward for herself was a relief.
She crossed the hall to the warriors ward, this one was quite full but none seemed to have life threatening injuries. She walked over to one of the healers who was tending to Tyr's wounds. "How is he?" she asked softly, making the poor woman jump in surprise.
"Your majesty!" the woman exclaimed, still managing a whisper in her shock. She looked back at General Tyr, processing Queen Frigga's question, "He is stable but he is by far the worst of the bunch. The phoenix hit him pretty hard with Mjolnir."
Frigga's lips pressed together, knowing exactly why Tyr's wounds were worse. "And the dead?"
"None your majesty." The woman reported, "These wounds were only meant to incapacitate. Though I am not certain how the phoenix restrained herself after the terrible thing the King did.." she cut off with a squeak as she remembered who she was talking too, "I spoke out of turn. I apologize Queen Frigga." She said solemnly.
Frigga smiled at the woman, "It is alright. You are quite correct that the King's inappropriate reaction has caused this. The phoenix was able to hold back because, despite her anger, she is not one to punish those who are not at fault." She stood and laid a hand on the healer's shoulder before moving to leave.
"Your majesty." The healer called, a little louder, enough to wake a few of the wounded warriors.
"Yes?" Frigga asked with a small smile.
"Will the phoenix attack again? Will our kidnapped Prince be alright?" the healer asked worriedly.
Frigga folded her hands in front of her and let her gaze slide around the room to the different eyes that were on her, "The phoenix will only attack if she, her flock, or her mates are attacked." Frigga reassured, "As for our two Princes." A few winced at the not so subtle reminder that they did indeed have two princes, not just the favored one, "It is a time to rejoice, they have been accepted into the flock of a powerful ice phoenix."
Frigga left to several gasps of awe as she walked out of the ward then teleported over to the family wing of the palace.
She glided gracefully past the guards until she came to Odin's bedchamber, where she could feel his presence tucked behind the grand gold doors. The guards bowed to her as she pushed open one door and slid in silently, walking over to the grand golden bed where Odin lay, wrapped in bandages with the shattered bits of Gungnir on the bed space beside him.
"Husband." She called firmly, not even flinching when the man came up swinging a sword clumsily with his left arm, the only one he had left. She sidestepped and waited for him to register her presence, his one eye widening when he finally did so. "What. Have. You. Done." She hissed shortly.
Odin gritted his teeth as he struggled to sit up, his injuries pulling. "Wife. I did not know you had returned."
"I have returned momentarily to see if you have lost your grip on sanity." Frigga said icily.
Odin sighed, "I admit that it was not the best plan..."
"It was far from just 'not the best'! It was a disaster that endangered the lives of the entire realm!" Frigga snapped, "If the phoenix did not have such a strong moral compass our people would have been slaughtered for your ridiculous 'plan'! Trying to bind a phoenix? With so little information and no viable reason behind it?"
"I had a reason wife." Odin growled, "She is a threat to Asgard. If she has taken our sons into her flock then she can demand the realm! We would fall under such rule!"
"We may yet fall under yours!" Frigga returned angrily, "The phoenix already held a strong disdain for this realm because of what we put Loki through. She wanted no part in it. Most likely never planned to let Loki return either as she had not called for another show of trust from us since Fenrir was returned. And then you tried to bind her. In front of her mates no less! How foolish has old age turned you?"
Frigga's eyes moved over to the remains of Gungnir, "The phoenix would have been well in her rights to kill you this day and yet her consideration for her flock mates have saved you. You are still alive only because the phoenix has taken Thor into her flock." Odin jolted but Frigga continued, "The punishment the phoenix has brought down on you is much too lenient and yet the way she has delivered may fill in the gaps of that." Her hard eyes looked down at her husband with disgust, "Not only have you lost your arm and the most direct link to your power, you have also been exposed to the criticism of the people you endangered with your actions. Beyond that you are now alone, your family is now all with the phoenix you sought to bind. And yes," she said at his sharp look, "that means me as well. You have been threatened already by the phoenix but let me offer another Odin Borson. If something were to happen to that phoenix that is found in any way connected to you, not only will the phoenix's mates slaughter you before you can enjoy your victory, I and your sons will hold you down and help them do it."
Frigga teleported back to Hogwarts without another word, her quiet dignified anger appeased for now.
The next morning Fred and George experienced something they hadn't yet.
Waking up before Harriet.
They came to slowly but it wasn't until their eyes opened and they looked for each other that they noticed that Harriet was still pressed between them, safe in their arms.
George sat up immediately but Fred just pulled her closer, "Lay back down." He said with a sleep rough voice, "We don't get to wake up with her often."
"Exactly." George hummed, "How often do we get to see her like this?" he asked, gesturing down at her peaceful face. The pain and stress had melted off of her face overnight and other than a little paleness there was no outward sign that she had fought Asgardians with a scorched magical core yesterday.
Fred tilted his head just enough to take in her face and smiled, "Adorable." He admitted, George grinned at him.
They sat and enjoyed the view of their sleeping mate for several moments before George sighed softly and pulled out his wand. He began to run another diagnostic on her, muttering a soft curse when he saw that the scorch had not gotten any better.
"That can't be an easy one to heal from." Fred murmured, brushing his hand through Harri's hair.
"This doesn't happen often enough for treatment to be common knowledge." George huffed.
Fred hummed, his eyes going a bit sad as he looked down at Harriet, "Does she not trust us?" he asked softly.
George winced, "I don't think that's it." He muttered.
"She wouldn't let us go with her to Asgard." Fred said sadly.
"They're a warrior race with hundreds of years of experience on them as well as super strength, we can't even get a single hit in on Loki yet." George offered, "As much as I hate to say it, she was probably doing that to keep us safe."
"Logic." Fred huffed childishly.
George snorted, "And it wasn't like she was the one actively keeping us out. That was our animagi."
Fred frowned as he propped himself up on an elbow, "Yeah, Mischief and Mayhem were the ones who closed the portal the second time and they blocked the first. You think it's normal for the embodiment of left over magic to act that way?"
"Left over of our magic?" George asked, "Maybe."
"No, the pranking Lee, definitely but this seemed…"
"different." George ended with a nod, "They got their eyes glowing like the bond too. You don't think?"
"Maybe?" Fred said, "But does she know?"
"No." George answered, shaking his head, "She barely has them out other than to make the fake bond."
Fred nodded, "And we do like the impossible." He cocked his head, "Do you think we can talk to them?"
George raised his eyebrows, "Cheat codes?"
"On Harriet." Fred said with a grin.
George grinned back, "Would definitely help. She needs a manual."
Fred sat up all the way with a laugh, "Think we can call them?"
"How?" George asked, "Harriet's got the broken connection."
Fred frowned before smirking, "Oh great and powerful Mischief and Mayhem of the future!" he began dramatically.
George snorted, "Nice."
Fred wiggled his eyebrows at his brother before continuing, "We seek your guidance so that we might better care for and protect our precious soulmate!"
The room was silent for almost a whole minute before George sighed, "Great, you offended them."
Not a second later, brilliant orange fur popped into existence near Harriet's head.
"Wicked." The twins chorused with wide eyes as their fox selves ignored them in favor of nuzzling and licking Harriet's pale cheeks.
Mischief was the first to look over at Fred and George, cocking his head and pulling off amusement surprisingly well for a fox. Mayhem joined him a second later, both sitting with their tails covering Harriet's arm.
"So…questions now?" Fred asked awkwardly, Mischief let out a small bark affirmative.
"So how do you get her to stop running off without us?" George asked bluntly, Mayhem covered his nose with a paw in what was clearly a laugh, "Oi...it's a legitimate question!" Mischief swatted at Mayhem with his tail as he reared up to sit on his back legs, his paws made a weird motion in the air before a StarkPad dropped out of seemingly nowhere. George frowned, "Isn't that Harriet's StarkPad? How did you get it out of her pocket dimension?"
Mischief quickly used his nose to unlock the StarkPad and open a note before beginning to type as well as he could with his nose. Fred and George scooted closer so they could see without too much trouble. As Mischief typed he missed letters or added an unneeded on but at the end no one could deny the words read, "Connected magic practice?" Fred guessed.
"Since our magic is connected we can reach into her pocket dimension?" George asked, Mischief nodded, "And the practice is pretty self-explanatory."
"Now about the running off thing." Fred prompted, Mayhem cover is nose again and Fred rolled his eyes, "Yuck it up asshole." Mayhem's whiskers twitched and Fred snorted, "I know we're the same person. I can be an asshole sometimes. Apparently it doesn't go away."
Mischief pulled away from the screen again and George read the words with a frown, "Run after? Run after her?" Mischief nodded, "We tried that. You blocked us. Because of Asgardians I assume." The fox gave another nod.
Mayhem had pulled the pad over to him and was correcting the previous statement, "Run with?" Fred asked, "If we knew where she was running it wouldn't be a problem." Mayhem tapped his paw up on the first line, right on 'connected'. Fred huffed, "She still forgets we're not connected yet. So how do we fix that until we are?"
Mischief went to work at typing again before pushing the pad toward them, George huffed as he read, "Stand closer. How's that going to help?"
"She's always between us. If we get any closer, she'll be annoyed…right?" Fred asked. Mayhem shook his head and Mischief took the pad back and started typing as fast as his nose could go.
George looked down at the pad and frowned at the skipped and wrong letters, "More contact = stronger bond?" Mischief barked in the affirmative even as Mayhem stole the pad back and started typing his own message. "So the bond will strengthen with more contact, like contact will help heal her." Mischief geckered, nosing Mayhem; George nodded, "And heal us."
Fred took the StarkPad as Mayhem pushed it to him, he frowned at the longer message, "Dursleys…didn't want her…only bad contact…touched starved…" Fred squinted at the jumbled letters, "I can't read the rest…" he looked down at Mayhem whose ears were pinned back in annoyance, "Noses aren't meant for typing." Mayhem's ear twitched.
George tilted the pad toward him and looked over the message, "The Dursleys, they were the people Dumbledore put her with and who abused her." Mischief nodded solemnly, George continued, "I assuming when you met her the first time she was touch starved after only having negative human contact." Mayhem chuffed his agreement, "So even without the touch strengthening the bond she doesn't mind us being that close?" the foxes shook their heads.
"Well getting closer to her and touching her more definitely won't be a problem but I still don't see how that keeps her from running off into danger without us." Fred huffed, Mischief dragged the StarkPad back over to him to start another message while Mayhem reared up on his haunches to pull something else from Harriet's pocket dimension, a moment later her large file folder popped into existence between them. Mischief pushed the pad back over while Mayhem placed one paw on the top of the file folder.
"Take control?" George read with a frown, "I doubt she'd like us trying to control her." Mischief snorted and shook his head quickly as Mayhem tapped his paw against the folder, "Her plans?"
"We won't be able to do it like she would." Fred said, Mayhem's tail lashed as Mischief leaned down to hit a single button on the keyboard.
"Equal?" George asked with a frown, he glanced at Fred, "But we're not. She has more knowledge and more magical power than we do right now." Mischief and Mayhem shared a frustrated glance before looking back to their counterparts and flaring their eyes molten gold.
"The soulmate bond." Fred guessed, "Our souls are equal." The foxes gave a sharp nod and Fred huffed, "That doesn't help us run Harriet's growing empire! We don't know how she does it!"
Mayhem huffed and pulled the StarkPad back over to him, he typed carefully with his nose for almost three whole minutes before pushing over the clearest message so far, Not how she does it how we would do it. It read. Fred and George read it quickly and when they looked up Mischief and Mayhem were pulling different files out of Harri's file folder and spreading them around the bed.
"She won't be mad if what we do ends up changing plans too much?" George asked with a frown, taking the first folder that Mischief pushed over to him. He opened it and found Harriet's sample rune schemes to put around the Tesseract.
Mayhem huffed and nosed through the StarkPad until he could present them with the little clasped hands emoji. "Cooperation." Fred deadpanned, "That doesn't mean she'll like us messing in her already made plans."
Mayhem dropped dramatically against Mischief with a defeated whine, Mischief just pinned Fred and George with an unimpressed look. He dragged the StarkPad to him once again; this time he cleared the screen and began to draw carefully with his nose. When he was finished, Mischief and Mayhem stood up and gave their counterparts a hard glare before they turned back to Harriet. They nuzzled her lovingly before disappearing.
"Did…we just piss off ourselves?" Fred asked.
George huffed but reached for Harriet's StarkPad where it lay. Pulling it to them, they looked down at the picture Mischief had drew. It was slightly shaky but there was no mistaking the shape. It was a triquetra with a circle around the outside.
"We're doing this huh?" Fred asked, looking at the symbol. It seemed to resonate with him and his magic, he could feel the same from George
George nodded, "We'll do what we can with her plans until she recovers."
"Then stick closer to her after that so we can plan with her more." Fred agreed.
They looked down at their sleeping mate, who seemed peaceful without any visible signs of her magical wound. As they watched over her, all Fred and George could feel was rising protectiveness and the urge to push their way up so they could truly stand even with their mate.
Later that morning, Fred and George sat together in Salazar's study, going over one of Harriet's files and trying to ignore the irritation in the back of their minds at being away from Harriet when she was injured. They had set up a shield around her before booby trapping the entrance to the RoR and ordering Dobby to tell them if she began to wake up but they couldn't get rid of that itch to be protecting her physically, even if logically they knew they had to plan to keep Dumbledore away from her while she recovered.
"Summoning people now are you?" Tonks laughed as she walked into the room, with a curious Steve following behind.
Fred and George looked up and gave her a grin that did not quite reach their eyes. "We're soulmated to a Queen."
"As her knights we are allowed to summon those"
"under her rule when her safety is in question." They answered.
Steve's focus went to them at that, his face drawn with worry, "Is she going to be alright?"
"We think so." Fred said, "But we're not experts in"
"wounds to one's magic core, so we"
"don't know when she'll recover or"
"what to do to speed it along."
Steve frowned and nodded, "I understand. Let me know if there is anything I can do."
George smiled up at the blond, "Thanks Steve!."
The Marauders were the next to join them, just having come in from their morning run with the Brigade. The dogs settled around them easily, clearly worn out by the morning workout. James approached the twins with a small smile, "How is she?"
"She's not as exhausted looking but she's still unconscious." George sighed.
"I should think so." Severus drawled as he swept into the study, with Lee and a very shell shocked and worried looking Neville following behind sedately. Fred and George looked over to the potions master and he continued, "Wounds to one's core take a long time to heal and most go into an almost coma like state while the healing takes place. A scorch is not as bad as running herself completely dry but it could still take three weeks or more for her to heal enough to wake up."
"Three weeks!" Fred exclaimed as George blanched, just leaving her side to come down here was leaving them antsy! They couldn't imagine leaving her alone for the time it would take to keep up classes and socializing to keep suspicion off them. And they had made up a tentative plan for a couple days to keep Harri's absence from being noticed but the thought of having to keep it up long term had their stomachs rolling and their magic shuddering.
Severus raised an unimpressed eyebrow, "What did you expect? Our magical cores are not made to take injury. When something is powerful enough to cause one, it takes time to heal from it." He crossed his arms, "Do not tell me you do not have a plan. Harriet has spent much time bragging of your abilities like the love struck teenager she is." His mouth twisted into an instinctive sneer as the sweet words passed his lips.
Fred and George blushed lightly and exchanged a glance, "We had a short term plan." Fred started hesitantly.
"But we're not sure how well it will hold up under long term scrutiny." George finished.
"We also looked into some of the plans Harriet already had written down or started." Fred continued.
"We should be able to move them along in her absence."
Tonks grinned at them, "Do tell boys. Though I've got a pretty good guess of why you called me for this!"
"Let's wait for everyone else Tonks." George said with a small smile.
It didn't take too long for those in the room to be joined by Loki and his children, Luna and Bucky, and, finally, Frigga and a hesitant looking Arthur. The redheaded patriarch's eyes shot to his sons immediately, assessing their health and wellbeing, before he moved on to the rest of the room, his gaze going uncertain at the Marauders but staying silent as he shadowed Frigga.
"Anyone else?" Tonks asked as Frigga and Arthur settled near the back of the room, content to watch the interaction of the closer group.
"I sent Strange a text this morning to bring Thor Chow." Luna hummed, leaning into Bucky who was one armed as his regular arm was in Harriet's pocket dimension.
"Thor Chow?" Sage snickered.
"Where is Thor?" Frigga asked, looking around the room.
"If you are talking about the large blond one in ice I can tell you." Salazar said from his painting, eye went over to him curiously. "He was brought in her last night by a house elf but his cocoon toppled while he slept. His shouting disturbed Samarra's sleep so she drug him out into the rain." He chuckled, laughter filtered through the room.
Loki looked down to Jor who had curled around his upper arm today, "I approve of your girlfriend Jörmungandr." The World Serpent gave a hissy laugh.
"Loki!" Frigga admonished gently through her own smile.
The God of Mischief smirked at his mother but waved a hand, making the Thor Burrito appeared on the floor in front of him. The blond god gasped and shook his wild and wet hair, making it stick up strangely, he looked up at Loki through rain soaked lashes, "Thank you brother!"
Loki rolled his eyes before hefting Thor upright and securing his cocoon to the wall with a sticking charm, "Try not to irritate the two-ton basilisk next time Thor."
The big puppy god pouted, "I fell over. I did not mean to disturb the Lady."
The sparking of a portal announce Strange's arrival and he came through with two large brown paper bags in his arms, a third being cradled by his cloak. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I got some weird looks at the checkout."
Remus frowned at the bags as the Sorcerer put them down, closing his portal behind, "You didn't get him dog food or something did you? Because that's kind of harsh."
Strange frowned at him, "Why would I buy Thor dog food?"
"Luna said Thor Chow." Sirius pointed out, "I've only ever heard 'chow' behind 'dog' before so it's not that big of a leap."
Stephan rolled his eyes and leaned over the closest bag to pull out a small blue box that read 'Poptarts', "This is Thor Chow. You can blame Fred and George for the nickname if the story I heard was correct."
Loki glanced over to the twins with a smile before looking back to Strange, "Do tell."
"According to what I was told," Stephan began as he opened the box and pulled out a shiny package, "Thor got hit in the face by some huge bolder creature and ended up shattering his jaw. It didn't take long for him to heal with his healing factor but it was long enough for him to pout about being unable to eat hit poptarts. Natasha took his poptarts and blended them up with juice then helped him use a straw to drink it; then when he started to get better, just spoon fed the mashed up poptarts to him. Fred and George called it Thor Chow and that stuck." Laughter went around the room, drawing some of the tension out.
"Why did you get so many?" Lee chuckled.
"You haven't seen a lot of poptarts until you've seen the amount Tony or Harriet orders for Thor on a monthly basis." Strange huffed as he pulled open the package and carefully jimmied one poptart out, "This will only last about a week." He offered the poptart to the trapped Thor who eyed it warily, "Well? Go on."
"What manner of food is it?" Thor asked.
Stephan smirked, "I once heard you call it the food of the Gods."
Thor frowned but opened his mouth to accept a bite, he chewed slowly at first before his eyes widened and he quickly swallowed, "What is this grand Midgardian Confection?" he demanded, Luna giggled while Strange just rolled his eyes.
"These are poptarts. I started with blueberry because the one I remember being told was your favorite doesn't exist at this point in time but this one was on the top five. I've got other flavors though." Strange said as he moved more out of the package and offered it to the God again.
"Brilliant!" Thor blew out through his next bite making Loki roll his eyes and Severus turn away in disgust. "Another!" he demanded as he swallowed.
"Thor." Frigga admonished as she stood, she walked over and gave Strange a grateful smile before taking over Thor's feeding. Thor looked embarrassed but allowed his mother to feed him.
"Not that this isn't A+ blackmail material," James said, Thor pouted as Loki snickered, "but we do need to hear the twins' plan to keep Harri safe while she's healing. It's what we came for."
The focus all turned back to Fred and George who righted themselves and closed the different files they had been looking at on their laps. "Yes." Fred started, clearing his throat, "We didn't know that the scorch on Harriet's magic would take so long to heal but"
"the original plan that we came up with for the short period of time will have to work for the long term as well because if Dumbledore discovers that Harriet is in a vulnerable state he will try to take advantage."
"Which cannot happen." Fred growled, everyone nodded in agreement. "That's why we asked Tonks to come."
Tonks bounced forward grinning, "I think I know this one!" her skin started to writhe, her whole body shifting as she lost a couple inches and her hair grew out long and wild, darkening to black as her eyes turned a familiar green. Fred and George shifted uncomfortably and Steve frowned as the changes came to a halt.
She threw her hands up with a grin, "Ta da!" she exclaimed, Harriet's voice coming from what seemed to be Harriet's mouth.
"Yes." George said shortly, "While she won't be able to match Harriet's magic, she should be able to match her appearance and behavior enough to fool Dumbledore. As long as she acts closely enough and no one gets close enough to examine her, no one will know that Harriet is gone."
Fred tried not to focus on faux-Harriet as he continued, "We'll need the Brigade out to run as much interference as possible to keep Dumbledore or Hermione or Ron from getting close enough or focusing on her too much to figure it out."
"I can help with that." Loki offered, bringing Fred and George's eyes to him, "Last night I decided to tell the Slytherins as much of the truth as possible, revealing myself in the process. They have been, perhaps, a little overly curious about what I revealed to them but they are even more eager to be a part of the cause now. They have already begun making well rounded teams out of those who took the Remedial Defense Harriet taught. Helping to keep the focus off of the fake Harriet would be a good test run for them."
Fred nodded slowly with a contemplating look as George hummed, "We could interspace the teams with the Brigade so Dumbledore's attention is well and truly split."
Severus gave the two an amused look, "That plan is not complete madness. I guess Harriet's bragging wasn't all talk."
George smiled and Fred grinned up at the potions master, "How do you think we planned for pranks before Harri got here?" Loki chuckled and the Marauders nodded their agreement.
Steve gave the twins an encouraging look as he finally managed to drag his sad puppy eyes away from faux-Harri, "Anything else guys?"
They both nodded before looking over to Strange, "Do you think your cloak would help guard Tonks?"
Strange huffed as his cloak flew off his shoulders without hesitation, "Considering its for Harriet's sake that would be a yes. My cloak is very much attacked to your mate."
Fred smirked at the cloak as it fluttered in front of them, "Thanks." The cloak bowed, "Hermione is still after Harriet to try the Veritaserum after the failed attempt, if Luna is right then Dumbledore might have some evidence that Harri was at least at the attack site which will push them to try harder. Tonks doesn't have Harri's ability to fight off the truth serum so if you could watch over her that would be best." The cloak snapped up in an unmistakable salute before floating over to wrap itself around faux-Harri's shoulders.
George looked to Strange again, "We also don't want to leave Harriet alone for long amounts of time. We'll be with her at night, but if you could take the mornings that would be great."
Stephan nodded, "I'll do that, it will also allow me to track her healing."
Fred looked over to Steve, "Can you take the afternoons?"
Steve frowned, "I don't have a problem with that but I'm not sure how good I would be against magic."
"Hopefully you won't have to fight." Fred said, "But if you do, last night in the memory where Harri, Thor, and Clint were trapped, Harri's comment suggested that vibranium repels or contains magic so your shield should deflect spells."
"Being a super soldier also give you an upper hand because if Bucky's rescue taught us anything it's that you have to use stronger spells against a super soldier and anyone you might go up against wouldn't know that." George continued.
Steve nodded slowly, "I'd like to test the shield theory but I'd be happy to take afternoon watch."
"We can do that." George agreed.
"Did we miss anything?" Fred asked, looking around.
Frigga cleared her throat lightly and everyone looked over to her, "If Dumbledore does have evidence of the young phoenixes presence at the attack site I may have tipped my hand. Last night when we went to find him he had already left the site. We told him that we had held you all in detention when the alarm went off.
"Depending on what the evidence is it could be played off." Loki said, "He may ask Ligia if Harri was really in detention with her and that could throw his story at least a little off. If he goes after you too much we tip off one of the board supervisors about the shady behavior and hopefully get him kicked out of the castle."
Fred and George nodded their agreement, "Wouldn't even be that hard with the outbursts the supervisors have seen recently." The twins gave another look around, "Anything else?"
Neville raised a shaky hand and blushed when the twins raised eyebrows at him, "Why-y is it st-still storming?"
"A storm made by Mjolnir can only be stopped by Mjolnir." Thor rumbled in answer, "She may be continuing this storm for many reasons. A warning against those who would hurt the Lady Phoenix or mayhap the Lady Phoenix's comfort or something different. Whatever her reason, she will only stop it if she is ready or her power is taken over by one who she lets wield her. As both of us are incapacitated you will have to wait out Mjolnir's storm."
Neville looked distraught, "But…all those plants! They could drown!" he jumped up with more energy than those present had ever seen and started out, "I need to find something to keep those poor things alive!" he disappeared up the stairs without another word.
Fred chuckled, "I think that means we're done."
With a plan of action in place they went out to meet their enemy head on.
Fred and George, of course, had the most difficult duties. Continuing Harriet's plans already in motion and tentatively adding to one that she hadn't yet started while also keeping up with school and working with Tonks in her Harriet disguise. And honestly it was the last one that was giving them the most trouble. They knew, and the magic knew, that their mate was hurting and vulnerable and yet here was this faux-Harriet right in front of them, acting just the slightest bit off from what normally would. They knew that it was likely due to the bond, rejecting the sight of the faux-Harri in front of them, but the small differences seemed glaring to them, even though Tonks was trying her best to keep the act up.
Without glasses tinted by a screaming soulmate bond, Tonks was actually doing quite well in her role as the fake Harriet. She went to classes and meals, talked with Harriet's friends, carried the snake Marauders around on her shoulders, hissed at the snakes randomly in a relatively good impression of parseltongue, and slept in Harri's dorm room. It was the interactions with Fred and George themselves that were the problem and, again, it was most likely because she was trying to pretend to be their soulmate which was impossible to replicate. Every time she stepped between them where Harri usually would be they tensed and whenever she brushed against them like she'd observed Harri doing, they flinched. Tonks understood of course, but it was still frustrating, especially when it messed up her performance enough for it to be brought into question.
Luckily the Snuffles Brigade and the Slytherins were doing their part wonderfully.
The Brigade had been set out full force on the castle and Dumbledore just as planned, on Halloween. Padfoot led them on the first charge, leaving Captain Snuffles with Tonks for her cover while he and the others went to place themselves around Dumbledore. The entire day they spent being just a fleeting glimpse of fur on the edge of the Headmaster's vision, loudly clicking claws behind him, and happy barks that had him spinning around to find. By the time he saw the faux-Harriet that Halloween he was seething and had thrown another reversal at Captain Snuffles right in the middle of the Great Hall. Snuffles had yipped at the force of the spell but, of course, didn't change, he just started to whimper pitifully and buried his head in the faux-Harri's lap. This earned the Headmaster several strange looks from the students and staff and another pointed glare from the Board Supervisor. From then on, the Brigade used the first technique to mess with Dumbledore often, many times leading him down unused parts of the castle or getting him stuck in secret passage ways, it was great fun and helped keep Dumbledore out of the way.
The Slytherins were taking this chance to prove themselves to Loki and by extension, Harriet. They used all of their cunning and resourcefulness to draw the eyes of those who were watching to closely away from the faux-Harri. They did large (but tasteful, they were still Slytherins after all) pranks on different houses, subtly got others to fight one another to cause a ruckus, and brought attention on themselves with flashy but impressive spells that they had managed to learn. They were working together like they never had before, sure they had gotten closer under Harriet's Reign but they had never really teamed up to create such large (but elegant, because seriously, purebloods here) distractions. It was truly a sight to behold and when Loki shared it with Salazar the man had beamed quite uncharacteristically.
Outside of the main plan to keep Dumbledore unaware of Harriet's true state things were progressing as well.
As Fred and George had predicted, Hermione had tried to give the faux-Harriet Veritaserum. Despite Tonks' efforts to evade the poofy hair witch, Hermione had managed to sneak up on her and nail her with three stunners, apparently not wanting to take chances this time. Unfortunately for the bookworm, faux-Harriet was not alone. Strange's cloak flew down on her like a bat out of hell and wrapped around her head, the girl had screamed and began to struggle but the cloak didn't care. It dragged the writhing girl through the halls until it came to the Great Hall where the cloak flew Hermione up and stranded her on top of the points counter. Amid the screaming and the teachers shouts the Cloak of Levitation quickly made its escape into the shadows, making its way back to the faux-Harriet from there to take up its post.
Alice and Frank had finally found a bit of Bellatrix's trail, which they had reported as passing through werewolf territory in northeastern England before heading unerringly toward Scotland. There were several dead bodies to the trail, a few tortured souls, and one hysterical granny who spoke of a wild woman stealing her pies before the trail had tapered off again. There wasn't any doubt that Bella was heading toward Hogwarts though and the Prophet got wind of it soon enough, especially with the aurors only a few days behind Alice and Frank.
With the reports of Bellatrix's destination of course, the dementor activity increased, leading to a couple scares. Faux-Harriet's Care of Magical Creatures class was attacked by four dementors but luckily the Slytherins that the real Harriet had taught were able to drive them away, making them heroes and making sure that the Faux-Harri didn't have to cast so that the wrong patronus wouldn't give her away. Another attack had three younger Hufflepuffs and two Slytherins cornered outside of the greenhouses but luckily Neville was there to drive the two dementors away.
Because of the attacks, Fred and George had the Slytherins step up their training and with the help of Loki and Severus, got the entirety of the house into some kind of training. Those who were more violence prone trained with Loki and the twins in combat spells and dueling as well as magical stamina. Those who were more peacefully inclined went with Severus and, at times, Frigga to learn healing and support magics. Of course, everyone was required to learn the patronus now and though their resident expert was down for the count, they were making decent headway with the ones who had opted out before.
Speaking of headway, Fred and George were making a bit of it with their dad. They had watched their father closely after all that he'd managed to catch a glimpse of in the craziness of things. They knew that he wouldn't go to Dumbledore, if Harriet was sure of that at least then they would believe it. What they were looking for was disapproval or disgust or…they didn't know what. They just knew that if he seemed like a threat to their mate or themselves, after everything, potions or not, they would kick him to the curb. Fred and George found none of that, when they managed to catch him looking at them they saw pride. When their dad made eye contact intentionally they saw encouragement and acceptance. It was more than they had hoped for and with that in mind they had begun to speak to their father for the first time outside of class, just about small things but Fred and George were slowly growing more hopeful.
Now if only their wayward soulmate would wake up.
Harriet's recovery, like Severus had explained, was slow going and it was hard on Fred and George. They couldn't get past the faux-Harri being around them all the time, even though they knew it was for the cover. Their only reprieve was in the evening when they could curl up around their mate and hold her tight, knowing that she was safe.
The scorch mark on her magical core was slowly disappearing from the diagnostic scan that George ran on her evening morning and every evening, but there was no outward sign that she was getting better until two weeks after the attack. She had spent those two weeks laying completely still, only moving if she was moved by someone; but that morning, when Fred had run his hands through her hair, she had nuzzled into the movement and sighed. It had taken Loki and a harsh reminder about Dumbledore to pry the twins away from her after that. That night she had curled into George when he lay next to her and purred softly when Fred had brushed her hair, they couldn't stop smiling.
Still, the three weeks mark that Severus had estimated had come and passed and Harriet would still not wake up. The waiting game coupled with the constant storm was bringing their spirits low as time marched on.
It had been a month since Harriet had been attacked and the magical storm had still refused to let up, despite their efforts to talk to Mjolnir and Dumbledore and several Unspeakables tries to manually dispel the storm. Black Lake had long since overflowed her boundaries, only powerful charms and the efforts of the mermaids, centaurs, and Neville kept the rising water from effecting the plant and animal life or turning the grounds into a muddy hazard. Quidditch had also been postponed in the face of the storm.
The various games had been suspended in hopes that the dangerous storm would pass but now, after weeks of pleading by the different teams, the games were back on with the addition of extra safety charms.
This didn't mean a certain team captain was happy.
The Gryffindor team leaned against the wall of the entrance tunnel and watched as their captain paced frantically in front of them, wringing his hands as he made a path with his worry.
"Calm down Oliver." Fred said, "It's just Hufflepuff. We'll be fine." He grunted as the faux-Harriet elbowed him.
"Calm down? CALM DOWN?!" Oliver shouted, thunder rumbled as if to accent his shout, "It doesn't matter if it's Hufflepuff! They have Cedric Diggory and we're flying in shitty weather with our beaters off their game and an imposter seeker!" he snapped, jabbing an accusing finger at the faux-Harri.
She froze, her eyes going wide while Fred and George tried to maintain innocent looks, "I'm…" the faux-Harri started but Katie snorted.
"If you're Harriet Potter then I'm Draco Malfoy in a tutu." Katie said, rolling her eyes and not noticing as the sounds of the storm stared to die down.
Angelina crossed her arms over her chest, "Honestly, we know the flying patterns and mannerisms of our teammate."
"And you didn't say anything?" George asked with a frown, the near constant rumble of thunder that had accompanied the last month had disappeared completely.
"You two didn't seem to notice your girlfriend's weird behavior so we thought you were playing a prank on us or you three got into a fight!" Alicia defended.
Oliver stopped his pacing and buried his face in his hands, "We're going to have our asses handed to us by fluffy little badgers." He moaned, "Could it get any more humiliating?"
"Hey!" the faux-Harriet protested.
The other team members rounded on her as Fred and George sighed in exasperation, Katie eyed the faux-Harriet, "Is she a Hufflepuff?!" she demanded, said Hufflepuff was just realizing the loss of the sound of rain on the stands above.
"You replaced our star seeker with a Hufflepuff?!" Oliver shouted incredulously, "Really?!"
"Hey guys." The faux-Harri started.
"If you switched our seeker with a Hufflepuff as a prank I'm going to skin you!" Katie shouted, ignoring her imposter teammate.
"Guys!" the faux-Harriet shouted.
"What!" Oliver snapped.
"The storms gone." She noted shortly, frowning at the ceiling, like the stands would give them an answer.
They all shared a confused look and peeked out the front of the entrance tunnel; only to see that the clouds were clearing away much too quickly to be natural, letting the sun in for the first time in a month. People were starting the cheer at the occurrence, many happy enough to shoot sparks or confetti with their wands. The team drew back into the tunnel.
"How did that happen?" Oliver asked, even as Fred and George were sharing worried looks.
The faux-Harriet looked to the twins, "Did something happen?"
"We thought she was getting better." Fred said softly with an unhappy shrug, he wanted to run back into the castle to find his mate.
"Wait…" Alicia jumped in, "There is actually something wrong with Harriet? And you replaced her with a Hufflepuff to…?"
George looked frustrated, "To keep Dumbledore from noticing and trying to find her while she was vulnerable."
"And she had something to do with the storm?" Angelina questioned, Fred and George nodded.
"We should go check on her then!" Katie said, turning toward the back of the tunnel.
Oliver nodded as the group set off, Fred and George looking relieved, "We can say we forgot a bit of gear and run into the castle real quick to…."
They all came to a stop when the back tunnel flap opened to admit a lone figure in a red and gold Quidditch uniform.
A Firebolt was slung over relatively delicate shoulders and a sucker stick hung out of soft pink lips that soon drew back in a grin as vivid green eyes landed on the faux-Harriet among the team. A small hand plucked the sucker calmly out from between soft lips, "Well…" she said lightly, "one of us is gonna have to change."
"Oh thank Merlin!" the faux-Harriet as her whole body began to pulsate and change. Soon Tonks was grinning down at the new figure, "Good to have you back Harriet!"
Harriet grinned at the metamorphmagus, "Good to be back Nym."
"Harri!" Oliver, Katie, Angelina, and Alicia exclaimed, running forward to burry Harri in a group hug. Harriet laughed and hugged them back the best she could.
Oliver was practically crying as he got his hug, "Our glorious seeker! You've returned in time for Quidditch! I've trained you so well!"
Harriet snorted but managed to extract herself from the team after that, she moved around them and approached her mates, who had only stood gaping at her. She smiled up at them, love and pride radiating off of her as she took in her mates. When Strange had checked her over after waking up this morning he had given her an overview of what had been happening while she had been under and she could not be more proud of her mates or more grateful for the work they had put into keeping her plans from completely collapsing after she had been attacked. "George, Fred." She greeted with a bright smile.
"Harriet." They choked, their grips on their brooms loose as their shocked gazes locked onto their mate.
"You've done brilliantly." She said, her eyes soft and filled with feelings for them. "Thank you for taking care of me and everyone else."
With that the spell on the twins seemed to break and they rushed forward to pull Harriet into a tight hug, returning her to her proper place between them, feeling whole for the first time since the attack. "You're awake." Fred murmured into her hair.
"We were so worried." George added, his face in her neck.
Harriet pushed as close as possible to them, "I'm sorry."
The twins took one more moment to just hold their finally awake mate before pulling back and looking her over, "Are you alright?" Fred demanded.
"Should you be out here?" George asked.
"You just woke up! You shouldn't be playing Quidditch." Fred said, ignoring Oliver's protest behind them.
Harri took their hands in hers and let her bright smile fall into a mischievous one, "I got Strange to check me out. Other than being a bit weak from so long asleep I'm fine. I just took a bunch of potions to give me enough energy to play this game. Can't have us losing to badgers can I?" Fred and George grinned down at her.
"Yes!" Oliver exclaimed, "The important things in life! Thank you!"
Harriet turned around to smile at her team, cuddling back into Fred and George's arms as they came up to hold her from behind. "We'll win Oliver. Don't worry." Oliver and Katie cheered as Angelina and Alicia descended into laughter.
"Don't think we're not"
"going to talk about"
"this later dearest." Fred and George said quietly in her ears.
Harri hummed her acknowledgement. "Of course. And I was being serious about the potions for the game. I'll probably crash later." She told them honestly.
"We'll take care of you." George said solemnly.
"Always." The twins chorused.
Chapter Notes:
The triquetra with a circle around the outside is similar to the trinity knot but before you all get bet out of shape about using a 'religious' symbol, know that that this is used everywhere and has been passed through three or found religions so its pretty widely used and I think I can play with it without too much trouble.